日本少妇特殊按摩2

Chapter 139: Tyrant (5)

\'Stein… I can\'t feel my body aching… Does that means I\'m losing most of my sense from that blow?\' Zhang Qin Feng asked as he was still buried inside the pile of scraps. Except for some numbness on his forearm, there\'s no pain all over his body.

Afraid that he was crippled from that blow, Zhang Qin Feng quickly consulted Stein.

[User… Please be reminded that the "Steelskin" ability granted by the Physical Serum is still in effect. Your body is currently at 93.5% active, which means you\'re fine. The slight numbness on your forearm was due to a hit from the Tyrant earlier, and there\'s no significant injury reported]

\'What?\' Zhang Qin Feng moved a little. Even he found it difficult to believe that the increase in resistance could be so significant.

\'Get me another Centurion Rifle. I\'ll hit the Tyrant when it comes over to me.\' Zhang Qin Feng instructed. His order made Stein brought the Centurion Rifle out of the storage. But Zhang Qin Feng finds it difficult for him to position the gun right without alerting the Tyrant.

If the gun\'s muzzle was caught protruded out from the scrap openly, Zhang Qin Feng\'s ending would be an expected one. Perhaps a projectile would be thrown right where he was and flatten him into a pile of flesh.

If he was unlucky, two projectiles would come instead of one. That\'s if the Tyrant is really pissed.

And while he was thinking about what to do, Satella unconsciously supported him without the need for them to communicate.

The second shot from the Lunacy struck the shoulder of the Tyrant, bringing it down on its knees unwillingly. Noticing that the Tyrant\'s attention was taken away by Satella\'s shot, Zhang Qin Feng quickly adjusted the Centurion Rifle in his hand.

His rifle\'s muzzle pops out of the scrap openly without worries.

When this monster turned its head back at him, Zhang Qin Feng smiled and pulled his trigger.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

He cast away all his other worries and fired unrestrictively at the Tyrant. At this distance, Zhang Qin Feng couldn\'t miss his target.

\'Feng is fine?\' Satella heard the gunshot as well. The first thought that came into her head was Zhang Qin Feng is still alive. She immediately cast away the mindset to shift her location and positioned the Lunacy back at the window earlier.

And this time, the iron sight of the Anti-Material Rifle was adjusted precisely to ensure an accurate shot at the monster.

Satella calmed herself slightly as she counts how many shots has Zhang Qin Feng fired. The moment the firing stopped, she took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

"BANG!!!" once again, the recoil from the bullet shook the room she\'s in. The window frame vibrated slightly from the recoil and left a few cracks on the glass. This shows how powerful is the recoil from this Anti-Materiel weaponry.

The shot Satella took accurately blew the Tyrant\'s head, making the green blood and brain juices splattered towards the pile of scrap Zhang Qin Feng is buried inside.

*Piang!*

What comes along with the brain splattering sound was a sharp and piercing voice from two metals coming in contact. If Zhang Qin Feng were to guess, Satella\'s positioning was exactly sandwiching the Tyrant between them.

\'This girl… Did she want to kill me as well? Firing straight into the head without confirming if I\'m in the line of her fire?\' Zhang Qin Feng\'s heart almost burst from the nervous beat. His situation was no different from walking side by side with death.

Tossing the Centurion Rifle out, Zhang Qin Feng tried to crawl out of the pile of scrap he\'s in. But he finds it difficult to do what he wanted. His position is no different from a fetal posture. He can be said to be lucky because the space was barely wide enough for him to move, aside from aiming and firing at the Tyrant.

But then, a hand came into view and tried to reach for him. Using two person\'s strength instead of one, he was eventually rescued by Satella.

The first thing she did was hug him so tight, to the point he almost unable to breathe.

\'Urgh… As usual… Her monstrous strength is quite crazy…\' Zhang Qin Feng struggled to breathe as he fell into her embrace. It lasted for a couple minutes before Zhang Qin Feng took a deep breath after he was released.

[Toot! The status panel of "Satella" is recorded. Would the User like to view it?]

Stein\'s interruption came just at the wrong time. But the interruption was an interesting one, and it caught Zhang Qin Feng\'s attention instantly.

\'Open it…\' Taking the opportunity while acting like he was still catching up with his breath, Zhang Qin Feng ordered Stein to bring it up.

[Toot!]

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[Satella\'s Status Evaluation:]

[Physique: 16.0]

[Fitness: 21.5]

[Response: 4.7]

[Bloodline: 7.0]

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\'What the heck? Is my woman a brute or a girl?\' Zhang Qin Feng couldn\'t help but shoot some profanities because Satella\'s status doubled to tripled what he had. But what got most of his interest wasn\'t the numbers reported but the differences in her fourth status.

In Zhang Qin Feng\'s case, it was Foundation. But to Satella, it was stated as Bloodline instead.

\'What\'s the difference between Foundation and Bloodline? Why did Satella\'s status panel is slightly different from mine?\' Zhang Qin Feng asked. But before he got his answer, something else happened.

[Toot! Toot! Toot!]

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[The Tyrant is still active! The Tyrant is still moving! Practice caution!]

Zhang Qin Feng immediately pulled his Phalanx out from his back, but he was too late because a slap came before he can point his pistol at the monster.

Once again, he got thrown and kissed the pile of scrap again.

And this time, Satella was caught by the Tyrant.

"Wooo…" the Tyrant could only make such a sound as half of its head were blown apart by Satella\'s shot earlier. But with her condition right now, the Tyrant could decide her life and death.

"Satella!" Zhang Qin Feng wanted to get another Phalanx out from the Dimensional Storage. But it seems something else hiding in the shadow no longer able to keep itself hidden anymore.

In a split second, a black shadow came from above and swallowed the Tyrant. Satella and that arm were left out from its deadly jaw.