Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Things are looking bad, Yang Che screamed in his mind, shooting as he retreated, his thoughts racing.

It was obvious that the black shadow that had suddenly jumped down was the target of their operation, but now his comrades were falling one by one, leaving him the only one barely able to fight, putting them in a very disadvantageous position.

Fortunately, there were not many flesh monsters left in front of them. Even if the enemy had a small base underground, they couldn't maintain a large scale. They had already killed hundreds today; they must be close to wiping them out.

As the incoming monsters diminished, Yang Che finally had a moment to observe the situation on the other side. He had thought the fierce, black-haired man could hold or defeat the target, but the reality was far from it.

Qiao Long slowly knelt down, letting out a hiss like a beastly roar, while his muscles grew increasingly blood red, veins bulging with the faint emergence of dark red Dragon Scales, and his figure slowly changing.

Faced with the disrupting flute sound, Yang Che's gaze quickly swept over his teammates. He then lunged at one of them, pulling off his tactical backpack, and pulled out several small blue-white ammunition rounds.

After pulling the pin, he hurled it toward where the pillar was located. With a loud bang, it exploded in mid-air.

There was no fire or blast wave, only the piercingly sharp sound waves echoing instantaneously underground—these were shock grenades kept in reserve by their team, which he hadn't expected to come in handy.

It was like ten million whistles blowing at the ear at the same time. The sharp, overlapping sound waves burst suddenly, the violent sonic impact causing one's vision to wobble and the brain to briefly lose the ability to think, abruptly interrupting the black shadow's flute sound.

Yang Che was always wearing a tactical earpiece, a device designed to block out noise and prevent sonic damage, which now effectively dampened the impact of the shock grenade.

He remained alert, then quickly moved to the other side of the pillar. As the indistinct silhouette came into view, he started shooting.
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The continuous blue streaks flashed in the air, and spots of blood appeared on the black shadow, but unfortunately, due to the special-made grey-black bodysuit, the bullets did not fully penetrate the protection, only causing minor damage to the surface.

After being attacked, the black shadow, enduring the dizziness and discomfort in his mind, began to roll, dodging the attack, and then used Qiao Long as a shield, hiding behind him.

After temporarily easing the crisis, he pulled out a vial of medicine from the inside of his clothes and tossed it into his mouth, quickly recovering from his disadvantaged status.

Seeing the shooting angle was poor, Yang Che accelerated and charged forward, unwilling to give his opponent a chance to breathe. But he was a step too late; the opponent had already swallowed the capsule and stood up again.

The special taste at the tip of his tongue instantly cleared his head a bit. The black shadow dodged Yang Che's shooting and picked up the flute again to play, trying to get the confused and unconscious Qiao Long to attack him, but it was not very effective.

In the earlier sonic explosion, Qiao Long was affected too, but it also brought a few moments of clarity to his consciousness, beginning to suppress the boiling blood and power within him.

Such sudden bursts of power were not a good thing but instead triggered by the stimulation of one's life potential. If he didn't suppress it now, he feared that after tonight, he would age decades, or even permanently slide back in strength.

Turning another angle, Yang Che aimed at the escaping black shadow and fired repeatedly, hitting him several times, but not bringing him down.

Carrying his wounded body, the opponent once again fled into the depths of the cave. At this point, Yang Che dropped the cumbersome and less powerful Electromagnetic Rifle and swiftly pulled out the Light Saber handle from his waist, chasing after him again.

The dark, waterlogged cave was full of uneven, rocky ground, which caused the black shadow to stumble as he fled, nearly slipping several times, and the resistance from the splashes also slowed down his speed.

Yang Che caught up at this moment, and in the darkness, a bright yellow beam of light burst forth, with Incandescent Electricity continuously crackling within the vaguely visible Sword, illuminating the pitch-black depths with its radiance.

Upon spotting the figure, Yang Che did not directly pursue but decisively plunged the thrust-style Light Saber into the water on the ground. Sparks flew, and the black shadow convulsed rapidly, his body going numb.

Although such an electric current couldn't directly kill this Transcendent being, it made him very disheveled, nearly losing the ability to resist.

Removing a spare anesthetic dart from his tactical vest, Yang Che threw it again, its steel needle plunging into the wound on the black shadow's back, a wave of cold liquid pouring into his body.

Feeling himself hit, as a professional in medical research, how could he not know the terror of suddenly being injected with a drug? Practically at the same time, he pulled out the dart from his back and inserted it into the stone wall beside him, reducing the threat of electricity with the help of the metal needle's conduction.

However, after one step, he still fell weakly into the water, after all, the anesthetic had begun to take effect.

"Fuck," he couldn't help but curse softly, then touched his wrist, where there was a device resembling a watch.

He pressed it fiercely, and another dose of pre-prepared drug was injected into his body, causing it to convulse.

The anesthetic couldn't be quickly neutralized, and he didn't anticipate facing such an attack beforehand. The drug inside the wrist device was a special formula partially developed by himself, able to stimulate a person's potential, enhance consciousness, and the soul, to give an advantage during advancement.