Chapter 459: Luka Falls! Boothill Actually Brought a Real Gun to the Fight?!
"Kid, let me give you some honest advice: withdraw. You're no match for me."
On the martial arts arena.
Boothill spoke to Luka with an indifferent expression.
It was as if he were stating something very ordinary and realistic.
Luka, naturally, refused to be intimidated: "The match hasn't even started yet, how do you know I can't beat you? My iron fist isn't necessarily slower than your bullets."
"Because you and I are just not the same kind of folks, for goodness' sake! You come for victory; I come for revenge. You come for honor, but honor is worthless to me."
"Besides, stop mentioning that precious iron fist of yours. I feel sick just looking at that piece of junk sponsored by the Company! I'll modify it for you later!"
"I want the news across the entire galaxy to report—the Company's most wanted fugitive became the brightest star of the Martial Arts Ceremony, and he absolutely loved making those Company dogs who came to the Xianzhou for business look like total fools—"
At the bar.
Boothill himself grinned.
If that were the case.
Then it would indeed be reasonable!
He wasn't coming to participate in a competition, but using the excuse of the competition to beat up those Company dogs!
Now this felt right!
Beside him, Rappa was still expectantly preparing to watch the duel.
Boothill smiled again.
He said, "Stop watching."
"In a moment, it's going to be too damn gruesome to look at!"
"Luka can only blame his bad luck for running into me."
Rappa rubbed her chin.
She thought for a moment.
She decided she still had to watch!
Because in the ninjutsu scrolls she had studied thoroughly, those who tirelessly trained their will often achieved results that exceeded expectations.
Perhaps.
A single slip-up from the Silver Gun Shura would give the Red Oni Ninja an opportunity?
At that moment.
Boothill had already pulled out his pistol.
He aimed the muzzle straight at Luka!
"Fine, fine, I won't argue with you. Since you want my bullets so badly, it would be rude of me to refuse, right? Heh, before coming here, I asked for six auspicious fortunes at the Divination Commission."
"How about this… if my next six bullets all jam, you win. But if they don't jam… tsk tsk, the floor of this arena is going to be a real mess to clean up~"
Luka was a bit surprised and said timidly, "Uh, Mr. Boothill, we're just sparring; we should stop when we've made our point. There's no need to fight to the death…"
"For goodness' sake, someone might be playing around with you, but I'm not! I insist on fighting you to the death. If you don't have the guts, why did you even come up here…?"
"I…"
"Come on, look at my muzzle. Walk over and give me a punch. Do you dare?"
On the spaceship.
Luka watched this scene.
Although this was just a plot and he wasn't personally on the stage.
He still felt a sensation of impending doom!
His heart began to race.
Indeed…
The previous opponents.
Either intentionally held back, or simply weren't serious.
And now.
He had finally encountered a ruthless character.
This Galaxy Ranger was not someone easy to deal with!
Nor would he make the slightest concession just for the sake of a Nameless!
This was a pace that felt like sacrificing oneself for a cause.
Was he mentally prepared?
Obviously.
Not yet!
Under Boothill's repeated questioning.
The Luka on screen was clearly a bit dazed.
He felt the threat of death!
But,
Still bearing the immense pressure.
He spoke: "…Come on, Boothill. I will defeat you."
"Hahahahaha! For goodness' sake, you've got some guts! Bullets have no eyes, so don't blame me for being heartless!"
[ Enter Battle ]
And this time.
Because of the fear of death.
Luka envisioned Boothill as a terrifying monster—Something Unto Death.
The bullet chat was also scrolling continuously at this time.
…
"There aren't many who can take six of Boothill's enhanced basic attacks."
"As a gun user, brother, it's hard not to kill someone."
"Beyond seven steps, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is both fast and accurate!"
"Boothill is actually a bit scary here."
"Even I'm a bit afraid, let alone Luka."
"Luka, there's really no need to face an enemy you can't win against."
"Unlike the previous few, Boothill will actually kill people; he carries that kind of killing intent!"
"He's already holding back a lot."
"Brobo-Shark and the Stellaron Weirdo are the kind of contestants who have danced in front of Emanators and acted wild before monsters; they eat fatal wounds for breakfast. Luka's level is just too far off."
"It should be said that this is what the universe is truly like; there isn't that much kindness to show you, and not everyone has the friendly face of a Nameless."
…
In the battle against The Thing Upon Death.
Voices kept trying to trigger Luka's fear of death.
Finally.
Boothill's voice came through.
"I'll say it one last time—"
"Either turn around and leave, or come over and punch me."
The fear of death reached its peak at this moment.
That voice said: "Luka! Bullets don't have eyes! Do you really want to die!"
"If you just turn around and leave now, nothing will happen. Run away, quickly!"
Inside the spaceship.
All the Belobogians were like Luka.
They were watching this battle with tension and seriousness!
The actual fight with Boothill hadn't even begun.
But the internal struggle before it started was the most grueling part.
No one laughed at Luka at this moment.
Because.
If it were them on stage, they probably wouldn't fare much better!
Gepard looked solemn.
If he were on the scene.
He might have persuaded Luka to voluntarily step down.
Because this was truly a battle without suspense!
There was no need to make a meaningless sacrifice under these circumstances.
Beside him.
Seele gritted her teeth.
Her hand clenched slightly and then relaxed.
She imagined how she would respond if she were the one on stage.
Perhaps,
Knowing there was an abyss-like gap in strength between herself and the opponent.
Would she simply admit defeat?
Or.
Would she take a gamble?
Seele wasn't sure anymore.
Just like Luka right now.
He wasn't sure what he would do!
In the back row.
Clara covered her eyes with her small hands.
But she peeked through the gaps of her fingers.
She wanted to watch, yet she was afraid!
"…Kid, are you still hesitating? I'm damn disappointed in you," Boothill's voice turned cold.
"No, I cannot shrink back…"
Amidst the inner struggle.
He finally defeated the [ Something Unto Deat ]!
"A true fighter never yields to fear."
Returning to the arena.
Luka showed a determined expression.
He walked toward Boothill step by step.
Boothill grinned.
"Good lad!"
…
"Ho ho, he actually didn't shrink back and is walking toward me?"
"He's really brave!"
"Is this Luka's legend quest?"
"Your Luka really pleases me!"
"He's cooked!"
"Boothill actually fires his gun for real!"
"Oh no! In this event plot, they aren't going to kill off my Luka, are they?"
…
"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!"
Six gunshots were fired instantly!
The moment the screen froze.
It was the action of Boothill raising his gun and firing six consecutive shots.
The bullets were unerring.
They all hit Luka's mechanical arm.
The mechanical arm was completely destroyed.
Luka was left with only one arm wearing a boxing glove.
"What happened… am I… dead?"
Immediately after.
The announcer's voice rang out.
"The… winner is… Galaxy Ranger Boothill!"
…
"Luka fell [ sad ]"
"Bro probably aimed all those shots at the mechanical arm; he really wants Luka to get a new one!"
"After Mr. Luka's evaluation, the quality of the new Mamitu 17 Pro Plus combat exoskeleton developed by the Interastral Peace Corporation is worrying."
"Six shots broke the mechanical arm; if Brobo went all out, there would have been one big shot at the end."
"The strength gap is too large. A Galaxy Ranger is at least at the level of a Pathstrider, while Luka is just an ordinary person."
"Feels like he held back."
"Boothill probably just wanted to see Luka's resolve, and incidentally destroy the Company-sponsored mechanical arm."