Embers Ad Infinitum

The spilled water soaked the floor around him, accentuating the white cup’s shards.

Jiang Baimian quickly cast her gaze at the fleeing Awakened.

This fellow was very muscular and fast.
He distanced himself from the security personnel quickly and ran straight for the exit.
During this process, he deliberately used other audience members as cover to prevent himself from being shot—either from afar or nearby.

The gunmen in the distance were naturally other security personnel, and some spectators were around them.

It had to be known that First City’s citizens were born warriors.
It was common for them to draw their guns when they encountered such matters.

Bang! Bang!

Amidst the sporadic gunshots, the tall, muscular, blond, and blue-eyed man had already approached the exit.
There were also a few security personnel there.

Without any fear, he rushed over with a confident expression.

At this moment, he suddenly staggered.

Thud!

He fell heavily on the flat ground that was without obstacles.

In Jiang Baimian’s eyes, his legs had stiffened at that moment as if they had been filled with lead, making them no longer belong to him.

“Legs Immobility?” Shang Jianyao said in a soft voice and a slightly excited tone.

“Seems like it.” Jiang Baimian nodded slightly.

Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there.
He saw a few security guards rush over from the exit, lower the submachine guns in their hands, and fire at the Awakened who had fallen to the ground.

The training they had undergone told them not to think that they could capture an enemy with such strange abilities alive unless the other party had fainted.

Ta! Ta! Ta!

Sparks spewed out of the black muzzles as a large number of bullets rained down on the blond, muscular man.

Sigh…
Long Yuehong sighed softly when he saw this.
In his heart, an Awakened was very strong compared to ordinary people, regardless of their level.

However, such powerhouses were still extremely weak in the face of firearms.

The gunshots soon stopped.
The Awakened jumped up—not injured at all!

Long Yuehong’s eyes bulged.

There’s also an ability that makes one immune to gunshots? This was the only thought that echoed in his mind.

In a spot he couldn’t see, countless bullet holes formed a human silhouette on the platform where the blond man had fallen.

All the bullets had ‘avoided’ the target and drew an outline of him!

In two to three steps, the Awakened reached the exit.

Suddenly, a rope fell from above.

The rope curled sharply.
At a glance, it looked like a snake.

The Awakened’s pupils dilated rapidly.
Without thinking, he drew his weapon and fired crazily at the rope.

However, no gunshots sounded.
What he pulled out was not a pistol but a lighter.

His pistol remained firmly holstered at his waist.

Amidst the clicking sounds, the lighter kept emitting flames, but it was useless.

Finally, the few security personnel from before rushed over.

This time, they didn’t dare to use their guns again, afraid that they would encounter the unbelievable again.

Under such sweeping fire, they actually missed! This was simply a miracle!

They either pounced forward and restrained the other party, drew their electric batons, or waved their fists in an attempt to paralyze the target and knock out the enemy.

Strangely enough, their actions went surprisingly smoothly.
The man seemed to be at odds with the rope the entire time, and he didn’t realize that he was holding a lighter and not a pistol.

Finally, he fell to the ground again and lost consciousness.

Afraid of snakes, no—afraid of distorted creatures to the point of losing his mind? Upon seeing this, a term flashed across Jiang Baimian’s mind: Shadow of Distortion!

April’s Kalendaria, Shadow of Distortion

Upon seeing the Awakened being dragged away, Jiang Baimian—who had no idea what had happened—retracted her gaze and looked at Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.

“We just watched an assassination farce?” She laughed softly.
As she spoke, she glanced at the noble who had almost choked to death from drinking water.

Her gaze suddenly froze.

The noble sat in his original spot, and there was no sign of him nearly suffocating.
On the table in front of him, the porcelain cup—which had been smashed to pieces—was still intact.

The corresponding ground was dry, without any water stains.

Following Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao’s gazes, Long Yuehong also discovered this scene.
For a moment, he couldn’t tell what was real and what was fake.

Amidst the thumping sounds, the iron railings on both ends of the arena below slowly rose.

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