Chapter Eighty: Duel of the Gun Gods

Wang Hui walked down the street, and within him, Xiao Zi could sense that a group of people was approaching. Sensing the aura around them, he realized they were all E-rank Spirit Tamers.

This made him even more certain that in this country, all the skilled gunmen were Spirit Tamers. The man they had just killed in the bar was also a Spirit Tamer, but he was too weak, without any rank.

However, the auras of these Spirit Tamers were strange. To put it more clearly, their method of sealing strange creatures might differ from the Spirit Tamers of Maoguo. The aura around these Spirit Tamers was extremely unstable. Rather than sealed, it seemed as though they were seeking a balance with the strange entity inside, almost coexisting in a symbiotic relationship.

This created a problem: their bodies would develop certain conditions due to the strange entity within. The stronger the individual, the more obvious the side effects. For instance, the man before, being weak, only had a minor issue. Based on Xiao Zi's judgment, he probably had a large lump on his head, covered by that tall hat. So when Wang Hui stabbed his hat with a card, the man was completely enraged and challenged Wang Hui to a duel.

Xiao Zi had already noticed that the fusion of human and strange entity had side effects. For example, Spirit Tamers from Maoguo emitted a peculiar aura that made ordinary people avoid them. Although it could be suppressed by special means, it was always present.

Here, the side effects were even more pronounced, though their true strength was unknown. Slowly, Wang Hui walked into a small alley, then turned and spoke, “You’ve been following me for quite a while, aren’t you tired?”

One after another, gunmen dressed in strange clothes emerged. The leader’s eyes protruded, making him look like a frog, neither truly human nor ghostly.

“Do you know why we’re looking for you?”

Wang Hui sneered, “You’re from that so-called Kant Gang, aren’t you?”

“Since you know, there’s no need for more words. A man must pay for his actions!”

As soon as he finished, the six of them drew their guns and fired at Wang Hui.

In the next instant, all six fell to the ground, smiles of imminent victory frozen on their faces.

Wang Hui, facing them, forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Such a cliché.”

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed many people had been drawn by the gunfire. Among them, a security officer in uniform was staring at him intently.

Xiao Zi sensed the man’s aura; he was a D-rank Spirit Tamer, wearing a badge on his chest—likely the local sheriff.

Seeing the man glaring at him, Wang Hui sauntered over and asked coldly, “What’s the matter?”

The man looked at Wang Hui as though he were Death itself, scythe in hand, trembling with fear. Yet he managed to stammer, “Without a formal duel agreement…”

“Hm?” Wang Hui’s brow furrowed, his displeasure evident.

“N-nothing, everything’s fine.”

“Good.” Wang Hui patted his shoulder lightly. “Take care.”

After Wang Hui walked off, the sheriff, still terrified, walked over to the six bodies. He examined them and shook his head in disbelief.

“What’s wrong?” someone asked.

“It’s incredible. There were only six shots, all fired by these six members of the Kant Gang. That eastern kid didn’t fire a single shot, but it’s the Kant Gang’s men who are dead!”

At that moment, another voice shouted, “My God! The bullets that killed them are marked with the Kant Gang’s insignia!”

Everyone was stunned. They all realized the same thing: Wang Hui hadn’t fired a shot. The six men from the Kant Gang had been killed by their own bullets, as if the bullets had turned mid-air.

Now, shock and awe were written on every face, even more exaggerated than the sheriff’s. None of them had ever imagined such a feat.

“I’d heard the boy wanted to challenge Jessmu, and thought he was mad. But now…”

“I wonder if Jessmu will accept.”

“If those two duel, it’ll be a battle the likes of which has never been seen!”

Thus, what had started as a joke was now anticipated as a duel between masters. The news spread through the city like wildfire, and by nightfall, everyone would know.

Neither Xiao Zi nor Wang Hui expected that eliminating a few small fry would benefit their plan so greatly.

The next morning arrived quickly. After admiring his reflection and tidying his clothes and hair with narcissistic flair, Wang Hui left the inn.

Singing a cheerful tune, he headed straight for the bar.

There wasn’t a soul on the streets, but every window was packed with faces. Wang Hui even saw signs: “Windows for rent at high prices.” The note read: “Clear view of the street. You might catch the duel between the Eastern boy and Jessmu.”

What a spectacle—so this was true grandeur. It was exhilarating.

When he arrived at the bar, he was surprised to find Jessmu already waiting outside.

Jessmu wore a red mask and a cloak that covered him from head to foot, concealing every inch of skin—likely to hide the flaws from being a Spirit Tamer.

Beside him stood someone Wang Hui knew all too well—the surly bartender from the previous day.

Wang Hui couldn’t help but taunt him, “Hey! Still think I’m just posturing now?”

The bartender’s face was grim, unmoved by Wang Hui’s words. He simply patted Jessmu on the shoulder. “Brother, take care.”

He then stepped back and collapsed, his shirt riding up to reveal his body covered in black spots, two small punctures on his neck—like the bite of a venomous snake.

Through Xiao Zi’s Blood Demon Eye, he quickly saw through Jessmu’s secret. The creature within him was a snake-like entity, resembling a cobra.

But this strange entity was abnormally active—something Xiao Zi had never seen before. The entities inside Maoguo’s Spirit Tamers would sometimes grow restive, but whenever they did, it was always to seize control of the host’s body. Yet here, this creature seemed quite content inside Jessmu, with no desire to seize control at all.

Looking at the bartender, Xiao Zi understood.

Letting the strange entity bite someone first as a warm-up? Would that make manipulating its power easier in combat? For a Spirit Tamer, that was a rather clever strategy.