Chapter 156: The Second Encounter (4)

Chapter 156: The Second Encounter (4)

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INFINITE MAGE

Amy realized that Freeman was more tactical than she had expected.

With the mastery of Schema and Compound Eye, even a 3 percent Anti-Magic was enough to neutralize her sniping.

She could fight at all distancesclose, mid, and long.

"Have you been hiding there?"

Holding a gun loaded with Magic Bullets, Freeman soared into the air. The process of stepping on trees to dominate the distance was so rapid it seemed disjointed.

The ensuing battle turned into a chase.

Despite her continuous attempts to snipe him, hitting Freeman proved elusive. No matter how much she backed up her Red Eye, a 3 percent margin of error always crept in.

Getting up to mid-range seemed feasible, but it essentially meant entering Freemans turf.

"There's no other way."

Amy stubbornly continued to snipe, but Freeman, who didnt even need to dodge, was almost yawning.

Whatever method she thought up, it didnt matter. Her snipes would miss, and if she approached, he could just evade with his Compound Eye.

"I heard that a mages mental strength has its limits..."

In the early stages of combat, a mage who didnt need to reload had an advantage, but over time, the momentum was bound to shift towards the gunner.

As the speed of her Flame Strikes slowed, Freeman began to actively hunt his prey.

Amy was out of mental strength to cast any more spells. It felt as if her mind was bleaching out. The Omniscience and Omnipotence were not sticking.

Ha. Ha.

Yet, Amy squeezed out every last bit of mental strength she had. And finally, she cast one last Flame Strike.

Freeman watched the approaching magic calmly. True to his expertise in ballistics, he had already noticed the strike was minutely off target.Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

He raised his two guns and hooked his index fingers on the triggers, confident she couldn't even maintain her Fly magic anymore. It seemed safe to think of her as an ordinary girl now.

Bang!

In that moment, a powerful shock struck Freeman's temple. For the first time, emotion showed on his face.

Confusion and awe.

Surely, the Flame Strike had deviated by 10 meters from the intended target. How then could it have impacted him?

His thoughts went no further. Struck in a vital spot, Freeman crashed to the ground with a thud, sprawling out as flames began to rise from his face.

Marsha

Clinging painfully to a tree as she descended to the ground, Amy couldnt help but collapse onto her buttocks.

The fatigue was immense, far surpassing the weariness of an ordinary person staying up for four nights straight.

Yet, the feeling wasnt all that bad since her risky gamble had paid off.

Huff! Huff! Done. I won.

The range of Amy's last attack in Sniper Mode was actually no more than 100 meters.

If Freeman hadnt approached, the Flame Strike would have vanished before even reaching its target.

But he had charged in, and that was his critical mistake. The 200 meters Amy had relinquished in distance were countered with a Deviate Formation of the Four Way Formation.

Such a maneuver ensured the Flame Strike, held in its own zone, could change its trajectory and strike Freeman.

With this method, even 3 percent Anti-Magic couldnt evade the attack.

If before they were throwing stones, this time it was as if she had grabbed one and struck directly.

Anyway, Im glad I won. It would have been embarrassing to die and not even make it to heaven.

As her friends were likely still embroiled in their own battles, Amy had no leisure to recover her strength. She trudged towards the cliff with a stooped posture.

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Freemans face was burning, yet he made no sound.

From the moment he regained consciousness from the pain of his burns, only one thought occupied his mind.

I need to get to Marsha.

Despite the flames continuously scorching his skin, Freemans body was regenerating at a matching pace.

Yes. If youre hungry, eat the bread and milk. Ive already finished mine.

As Marsha left the house, silence fell again. Freeman, too, seemed to merge with the impoverished surroundings, his expression turning glum.

Ah, I was going to say this when I gave it to her.

Freeman took a small hand mirror out of his pocket. It was something he had bought with the little money he had earned from running errands for three months.

Marsha owned hardly anything else, as her stepfather took everything else.

Shes a girl, after all; she should have a mirror. That uncle is really strange. Why does he treat such a beautiful daughter like that?

Thinking that Marsha would like the gift, Freeman smiled. However, the reflection in the mirror was not a smiling face.

It was his severely drooping unibrow.

Because of this brow, he had been nicknamed a crybaby since he was young, and having lived like that for ten years, he had indeed become a crybaby.

Is it really that strange? I think its okay.

As time passed, Marsha and Freeman had both turned 17.

Freeman was still known as a coward around the neighborhood, but he worked diligently, earning him a reasonable reputation.

However, the only person he genuinely connected with was Marsha.

He saved the money left over from his living expenses to buy her gifts.

Despite the fact that her father took everything he gave her, Marsha was genuinely happy to receive the gifts.

Freeman would spend any amount to see her smile.

At some point, she seemed to have lost her smile. He had a vague idea why. Recently, her stepfather had been abusing her more severely.

Most of the kids grew up in similar family environments.

Freeman also lived with a drunken father who insulted him daily.

Then one day, Freeman finally understood. The type of touching Marsha endured from her stepfather was completely different from typical parental discipline.

Marsha, Marsha?

It may have been fate that led him to Marsha's house that night. He had been concerned since seeing her unusually gloomy face earlier that day.

As Marsha did not respond to his knocking, his anxiety grew.

With no choice, Freeman climbed through the window. Since there was nothing to steal, the window was usually left open in the summer.

Hey, Marsha? You were in your room? But why didnt you answer

Freeman froze as the moonlight revealed the scene inside the room. Marsha was seen kneeling, appearing soulless.

She was holding a knife, and blood dripping from the blade flowed along the floor to a corpse.

Mar-Marsha

Freeman suddenly snapped to his senses and rushed over. He didnt know where this , but he knew he had to do something if Marsha was unresponsive.

Get up. What exactly happened?

He shook her shoulders several times until Marsha regained her senses.

She looked up at Freeman with a dazed expression and then a shocking confession came from her lips.

Dad he tried to assault me.

Freeman lost his words.

He had always thought the man was creepy due to his reticence and shady eyes, but a parent is still a parent, right?

As the unimaginable truth unfolded, revulsion flooded through him.

Let's run away. Uncle is a mercenary. If his colleagues find out, they'll come for revenge.

Freeman was right. Marsha, ever so astute, snapped to her senses as soon as she heard his words. They needed to leave the house immediately.

A burst of ironic laughter escaped Marsha as she realized she had nothing to take with her; she owned nothing after all.

Freeman grabbed Marsha's wrist and pulled her out of the house. The two ran non-stop until they reached the entrance of the village.

"Huff! Huff! That should do it. We should be safe for now."

"Yes. They probably won't chase us this far outside the village."

Panting, Marsha managed to calm her racing heart. Although she was fearful of her stepfather's colleagues, she was confident she could run to the ends of the earth if necessary.

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