Clown Game-Chapter 71 - 62 The Battle of the Four Kingdoms VII

Chapter 71: Chapter 62: The Battle of the Four Kingdoms VII

Chapter 71 -62: The Battle of the Four Kingdoms VII

The person hit the ground and bounced up once, proving just how immense the force of the fall was. A normal person would probably have broken several ribs.

But it seemed like the man was barely affected; he rolled over and got back on his feet.

Bai Xiong watched the other party warily,

The man was wearing a tank top, holding a wide knife used for cutting vines in the wild, and sported an unkempt beard.

Bai Xiong wanted to ask something about the auction, about its organizers, about this unusual item. He knew the other party should have the answers, but also, that he would not talk.

So, he had to ask in the simplest way possible.

His arm, hanging by his side, suddenly lifted and transformed into a terrifying whip, swinging toward the other party. The opponent, too, clasping the long knife, pounced into the fray.

Winds howled, and cold light danced.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the top floor of the building, Ding Manshan dodged a gunshot from behind, stepped on the wall as if defying gravity, and, after rolling to the other side, a man with a scarred face in the corridor did not follow but headed the other way instead.

Unlike with Bai Xiong, these two did not want to entangle with one another, so they dodged and circled around each other through the crisscrossing corridors in a cat-and-mouse chase. Ding Manshan rolled on the ground and, without caring about his front, turned around and ran back the way he came. Sure enough, a second after he left his former position, gunshots rang out from the corner on the other side as the opponent had taken a route in the shape of the character “回,” attacking from the side.

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Chen Xiao was still leaning against the wall. From the moment he started hiding here, the sounds of gunfire from the other side never ceased. He didn’t have Bai Xiong’s strength or Ding Manshan’s agility, and of course, he wasn’t prepared to fight to the death either.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Xiao would think about whether to counterattack, flank, defend, or even go to help his companions. At the very least, he would involuntarily count the number of times the enemy fired and calculate the capacity of their magazines.

But he didn’t, and at this moment, his mind was in chaos.

All around him were shell casings, shattered stones, the scent of blood and gunpowder everywhere. In this chaotic environment, he began to laugh intermittently, then stopped abruptly.

The faucet was about to burst.

“Hahaha…”

He burst out laughing again, bellowing a few times at the wall in front of him, and then contained it.

Chen Xiao knew something was wrong with him, but he couldn’t bring himself to think, his mind had a no-go zone, untouchable.

“Hahahahaha…”

Laughing, he leaned against the wall and fired a few shots. Then, inexplicably, he took a deep sniff of the burning scent of bullets whizzing through the air.

This action never crossed Chen Xiao’s mind, but yet he acted it out.

This wasn’t him.

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Suddenly, “gurgle,” a grenade rolled over.

Chen Xiao’s pupils constricted; as the “clanking” sounds echoed, he began to crawl and roll towards the other side.

“Boom!!!!”

The grenade detonated on cue, hurling Chen Xiao away with a massive blast.

The strong smell of gunpowder hit him squarely in the face, viciously burrowing into his nostrils and rushing to his head. The sensation of weightlessness from the blast made something in his mind give way.

In midair, Chen Xiao’s expression began to change.

Usually, he was always smiling, always making some inexplicable faces, but he knew what he was doing, and he knew the significance behind his actions,

so those were just oddities, not insanity.

But at this moment, his expression was different, like he was laughing and yet crying, excited and yet despondent. The corners of his mouth, his brows, the bridge of his nose, his pupils… every crevice of his facial features contradicted one another, presenting an abnormality akin to an affectation. It wasn’t a singular expression but rather a random collage of snippets from every conceivable facial transition clumped together forcefully.

“Hahahaha——————”

He started to laugh, a sharp, grating sound filled with boundless emotions yet seemingly empty; this laughter had no meaning, it existed solely for the sake of laughter itself.

If one had to find a word to describe it… it would be madness…

An overwhelmingly terrible paranoia surged forth like a burst pipe, followed by a cataclysmic flood.

In the instant before Chen Xiao could lapse into madness, someone, he didn’t know who, gave him a moment of clarity, telling him to do something.

Just like that moment at the orphanage door.

Don’t consider right or wrong, nor is there need for significance, just do it, it must be done.

And so… Chen Xiao drew the gun from his waist.

Kobalt—The Door of Smiling

No one knows why that doctor gave it such a name. It doesn’t matter, it’s meaningless.

At the same time, a sequence of numbers flashed through his mind, “8817”. He knew what that meant, a car accelerating, a cannonball hurtling toward him; he also knew what kind of impact this force would have on him, but it didn’t matter, it was also meaningless.

Why must there always be significance in actions… Isn’t it fine to be chaotic?

He thought.

It’s like smashing your hand against a riot helmet; everyone knows it’s meaningless, you can’t shatter it nor harm the person inside. From beginning to end, it only causes one’s hand to hurt.

But still, it must be done.

That last sliver of clarity told him that if he didn’t act, something incomparably terrifying would happen.

By this time, he had already been thrown from the corridor by the force of the explosion, still not landed, and in the distance before him laid the bulletproof glass of the building’s top floor. Chen Xiao saw the night outside the window, lights, moon, sounds, temperature, the cold wind, an endless stream of information, and the urging from someone unknown.

Therefore, Chen Xiao, with a wide grin, laughed madly and, facing that night, pulled the trigger.

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The entirely silver bullet cylinder rotated slightly, reflecting the firelight from a nearby grenade, with the firing pin above the gun slamming into the chamber.

There was only a 1-centimeter distance between them, but distance couldn’t explain everything.

A “bang” of the gunshot rang out.

Nothing special, just a bit louder than a typical gunshot.

But without the strange material of the gun barrel, the gunfire would have been enough to pierce the eardrums of those nearby.

Chen Xiao’s wrist began to deform, to tear, and in an extremely brief moment, he saw his sleeve burst open, shattering into countless fragments, like a wildcat pouncing into a flowerbed, startling a flock of flapping, struggling butterflies.

A pain intense enough to cause unconsciousness surged from his palm to his forearm and then to his shoulder. He could even feel countless cracks spreading from his wrist, muscle fibers starting to fall apart, bones beginning to split!

Fortunately, the madness in his mind seemed to finally be satisfied.

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