Chapter 119: The Ultimate Move

Distance: 766 meters
Slope: 13
Wind: True North, Force 4.2
Temperature: -9
Thermal Energy: -14
Liquid Level: 23%
Gas Sensitivity: 25%
Vacuum: 20%
Gravity: 72km
Correction Angle: 6.4 degrees East
Estimated Time to Impact: 1.814 seconds
Shooting Effectiveness: Very Poor

The data inside the Black Eagle sniper scope gave Wu Hua a massive headache. These were the worst possible conditions: high winds and freezing temperatures significantly penalized bullet damage. Having traveled this far, visibility was also extremely low.

"We should get closer," Squid suggested.

"No!" Wu Hua’s eyes flashed with a steely glint. "We can't go down there. It's too dangerous."

Squid honestly couldn't see the danger. Their four genetic warriors were moving like agile swallows; two of them had even scrambled up the boss's shoulders, stabbing wildly at its head with energy blades.

"-401, -422, -411..." Damage numbers popped up continuously.

"Crazy, I'm going down," Squid said, grabbing his gun and rushing down. He couldn't abandon his AKM squad.

But it was precisely this move that spelled disaster for the AKM squad. The boss's eyes began to glow with a crimson light, as if it had been driven into a bloodthirsty frenzy.

Wu Hua didn't have the radio configured for the 1860 group; he couldn't have shouted a warning even if he wanted to.

*Swoosh—swoosh—* Two icy blue rays shot from the boss's eyes. The four gunners had been running circles around the boss—a beautiful maneuver—but the rays moved with incredible speed. When the first ray hit the lead gunner, it ricocheted instantly, chaining through the four AK experts like a lightning strike.

On the snowy ground, the four gunners turned into ice statues within five seconds, each still locked in the pose of running and firing, save for the "-600" frostbite damage numbers floating above their heads.

"This..." 1860 had never imagined the boss possessed such an ability.

Less than ten seconds later, four crisp *clinks* echoed in succession. The poor gunners shattered into ice shards, eventually dissolving into white light.

The boss didn't have high defense, but its rapid counterattack was formidable.

1860 decisively ordered, "Groups 1 and 3, retreat! Medical team, heal the warrior group!"

The boss had a thick, sturdy frame. Now, all four genetic warriors were crawling on its shoulders, hacking away. They were clever, thinking that because the boss had long arms and thick limbs, it could never reach back to slash its own head.

But they were wrong. The boss was indeed reaching back to slash its own head.

Even Wu Hua, who was just about to squeeze the trigger, froze. He had never imagined such an unnatural sight:

The boss gripped its sword with both hands, the blade parallel to its shoulders, and swung backward to strike its own neck.

*Swish.* A cold flash. All four warriors were sliced in half at the waist. The blow also decapitated the boss itself, its head falling onto the snow like a massive boulder.

Wu Hua was stunned; 1860 was dumbfounded. Everyone stopped attacking.

A moment later, a blue glow appeared. The boss's head slowly reformed, just as eerily as its body had first appeared, leaving it completely unscathed.

"Damn, this isn't real," Wu Hua couldn't believe the four expert warriors had died for nothing.

1860 shouted, "Everyone retreat! Prepare the team ultimate skill!"

Wu Hua focused, steadying his breath. Facing the swirling snow, he pulled the trigger. A thunderous roar erupted, and the bullet flew straight toward the boss's heart. He could see that the crystal sphere within the boss's translucent body was the key—it was the core of its power source. As long as it remained intact, the boss would never die.

*Bang!*

"-1806!"

The bullet struck the boss's back, leaving only a white mark on the ice.

"No, this bullet won't work." Wu Hua quickly switched to armor-piercing rounds.

*Bang!*

"-1932!"

Wu Hua racked the bolt again.

*Bang, bang, bang, bang...*

He fired five consecutive shots, but none dealt over 2,000 damage. Wu Hua’s eyes widened.

Below the snowy peak, the first team ultimate skill was unleashed. Under the command of the final two mechanics, an armored vehicle, glowing deep red, charged into the boss. A loud warning siren blared—another self-destruct maneuver.

With a heaven-shaking explosion, a red mushroom cloud rose in the center of the snowfield. The violent flames completely swallowed the boss, staining even the pristine white snow crimson.

"-112,210!"

Wu Hua watched as the absurd number appeared. The power of technology was truly invincible; this was the first time Wu Hua had witnessed such a terrifying ultimate.

The second team ultimate was 1860's signature move—the "Lightning Flash Sword"—which had once insta-killed Feng Yixiao. Only this time, the lightning blade was ten meters long, incredibly sharp, and coated in a layer of psionic waves. It was clearly the result of 1860 and his fellow psychics giving it their all.

The long sword cut through the air, whistling through the snow toward the boss's heart.

*Crack, hiss—* The powerful electric sparks at the boss's chest left afterimages in Wu Hua's vision.

"-36,899!"

The two team ultimates had dealt nearly 150,000 points of horrific damage. Unfortunately, no one could move anymore; they were all completely exhausted.

Wu Hua’s "Precision Calculation" triggered again: HP: 20,008/500,000!

As he racked the bolt once more, the boss violently slammed its ice sword into the ground. Half the blade vanished into the snow, and it pressed a palm against the hilt. Its entire body turned blue, and all its blue energy poured into the sword.

*Hiss, hiss, hiss...*

Half-man-tall blue ice spikes erupted beneath everyone's feet, impaling them through and through. Blood sprayed more violently than from a high-pressure water jet.

"-30,000!"
"-30,000!"
"-30,000!"
"-30,000!"
...

Across the entire snowy mountain, aside from Wu Hua and 1860, everyone else was instantly killed by the boss's ultimate.

Lost Sunshine, Lan Lan, and even Squid at the foot of the mountain all collapsed and died.

Wu Hua was the furthest away, so only a tiny spike emerged under him, but even that small blow drained 3,000 HP.

1860 was at the very back of the group, far from the boss. His shield shattered instantly, and his HP plummeted to double digits.

After taking that hit, he knew he was going to die here today. His HP and stamina wouldn't recover for at least half an hour.

1860 lay on the snow, coughing up a mouthful of blood, gasping for air as he watched the boss inch closer. He hated himself for being helpless, even hating his own naivety. Why did people always think they were invincible just because they had a bit of strength, fantasizing about taking on a Special Grade boss?

Just as he was filled with despair, a thunderous gunshot rang out.

First came a crisp *ding*, followed by a *squelch*, like a blade piercing flesh.

A golden damage number:
"-31,555!"

*Crash.* The boss's entire body shattered. The white "heart crystal" instantly lost its luster, and then a deluge of crystals and equipment rained down.

System Message:
"Players Crazy and 1860, you have eliminated the Level 30 Special Grade boss, Atlantis Giant Spirit. You have successfully pioneered the Goddess Peak in the northern region of Sky Blue City. Pioneering completion: 3/3. All maps in this area are now revealed. All squad members receive +800,000 EXP, +5 Merits, +5 Charisma. The squad has a 5-hour pioneering guard period. The pioneering point is the central hexagram array; upon successful defense, jurisdiction belongs to the squad."

System Message:
"Distinguished player Crazy, congratulations on successfully leveling up! Current level: 30!"
"Distinguished player Crazy, congratulations on your skill 'Precision Calculation' leveling up! Current level: E. You can now effectively view target unit levels!"

It took 1860 half a minute to react. He looked up toward the mountain in shock. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the strength. He simply lay on the ground and gave Wu Hua a thumbs-up.

Wu Hua wiped the hot sweat from his forehead. Although that shot had made his eyes ache from straining to aim, he hadn't been nervous. He loved gambling, loved living on the edge, loved the pursuit of a thrilling shot, and so, luck had favored him once again.

Luck always favors the masters.

The true fatal blow was Wu Hua's armor-piercing round, which had pierced the thick ice to strike the heart crystal.

But Wu Hua wasn't satisfied with that shot. The environment had been too harsh; a fatal gold-tier hit usually dealt over five times the damage. If he had been closer, that shot would have dealt at least 50,000 damage—not inferior to a team ultimate. But if he had been any closer, he would have been buried by the boss's ultimate skill along with the others.

Perhaps, in the unseen workings of fate, this was meant to be.