Reincarnated as a Mushroom?

Chapter 42: The Monster's Wrath

His ninja instincts warned him so he instantly threw several daggers to block the fatal strike. The Samurai faced a decision between maintaining his offensive position or shifting to defensive measures to protect himself.

The Mushroom Samurai made a defensive move at the very instant.

The ninja shifted his blade during its swing to block the approaching daggers which flew toward him. The ninja's swift reaction sent the daggers flying through the air until they buried themselves deep into the rocks.

The priestess fell backward in fear while holding her staff because she understood how death had nearly claimed her.

The ninja continued his assault without pause.

Appearing directly in front of the Samurai, he whispered, "Don't run away. You're my opponent."

The combat continued after his statement.

The warriors fought with superhuman speed as their weapons produced a brilliant display of their combined skill and power. Each parry produced sparks while the air trembled from the overwhelming power of their strikes.

A Different Battlefield

A different conflict took place at a distance.

The gunslinger Bo from the Mushroom forces had decided to target the human shooter.

The human sniper positioned himself strategically to fire his rifle at the Mushroom Samurai from a distant position. A voice emerged from behind him just as the human shooter attempted to fire his weapon.

Your actions right now make no sense.

Bo spoke in a dangerous tone that combined teasing with threatening undertones.

The human reacted by clenching his fingers tightly around his weapon. His panic made him almost pull the trigger but time had already run out.

BANG!

The first gunshot came from Bo's revolver which produced a deafening explosion throughout the battlefield.

A hole opened in the stone wall right next to the human shooter's face. He turned his body just before the fatal shot to escape death. But something was off.

His breath hitched.

That was not an ordinary bullet.

The air shimmered, and his instincts screamed at him. Something was approaching, fast.

He turned, but it was already too late. Several projectiles came flying at him.

Bo had set a trap.

The bullets curved through the air unnaturally, twisting around him in a spiral formation.

Reacting fast, the human fired a precise shot, colliding with one of the bullets midair, causing an explosion that sent shrapnel flying. Yet, Bo was unfazed.

She smirked, flipping her revolver effortlessly in her grasp.

"You think you can outshoot me?"

With a single movement, she lifted her gun and fired downward.

A detonating blast erupted from the ground beneath her, launching her high into the air. Using physics beyond normal logic, she twisted her body mid-flight and continued firing.

Each bullet was precise. Each shot aimed with deadly accuracy.

The human shooter cursed under his breath, barely managing to evade the storm of projectiles. His fingers moved rapidly, activating a hidden enchantment on his rifle.

The barrel expanded. The gears shifted.

His weapon was transforming.

And when it settled, he no longer wielded a simple rifle.

Instead, in his hands was a rotary cannon, a magic-enhanced machine gun designed for war.

He lifted it, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Let's see how you handle real firepower."

Bo, still airborne, narrowed her eyes.

This fight was only just getting started.

The battlefield trembled.

From above, Bo rotated mid-air, her body suspended in the chaotic dance of gunfire. Her revolvers spun in her hands, expelling bullet after bullet in a deadly rhythm. Each shot was precise, calculated, designed not just to kill, but to overwhelm.

Below her, the human shooter had fully activated his rotary cannon.

The battlefield roared with an unrelenting cacophony of clashing metal, exploding magic, and the violent symphony of war cries. Amidst the chaos, the gunner gritted his teeth, his transformed weapon humming with mechanical hunger. A rotary cannon, a machine designed for nothing but destruction, whirred to life in his grasp, its barrels rotating at blinding speed.

And then he fired.

The air itself seemed to tremble as a hurricane of bullets erupted from the gun's maw, an overwhelming tide of destruction sent surging towards Bo. The ground cracked under the sheer force of the onslaught. Sparks danced as bullets ricocheted off the stone battlefield, carving out deep craters with every impact. It was an unrelenting storm, a mechanical god's fury unleashed upon the gunslinger.

Bo's eyes gleamed with a predator's instinct. She exhaled, the cherry-red glow of her cigar flickering as if acknowledging the impending slaughter. But she didn't move immediately. No, she waited. Calculated. Each bullet that neared her was traced by her sharp, honed gaze. The way they moved, the slight irregularities in their trajectory, it all played into her mind like a slow-motion dance of death.

Then she acted.

Her boots scraped against the ground as she twisted her body at an angle impossible for a normal person. A burst of gunfire shredded through the space she once occupied. But she wasn't done yet. With a quick motion, she fired downward, the recoil from her revolvers launching her into the air like a human bullet.

The gunner growled in frustration, adjusting his aim with lightning precision. His machine gun roared once more.

But Bo was already moving.

While airborne, she twisted, her fingers pulling the triggers at impossible speeds. A barrage of bullets rained down in response, clashing against the gunner's own. Sparks ignited between them like a chaotic fireworks display of lethal intent. Yet, amidst the storm, one of Bo's bullets did something unexpected, it slipped between the barrage, cutting through the air like a whisper of death.

The gunner barely had time to react.

A sudden CRACK!his cigarette was obliterated, the embered remains scattering in the wind.

His eyes widened, a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. He had been certain he had tracked every bullet. So why?

Bo smirked, her revolvers spinning in her grasp before she aimed again. "You're too slow."

Before he could respond, another gunshot rang out. He barely tilted his head in time, the bullet carving a sharp line across his cheek.

The confidence in his stance wavered.

But he wasn't about to go down without a fight.

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