"Uhhhhhhhh -------- -!"

The escaped prisoner couldn't endure the horrible pain, fell to his knees and began to hiss and growl, but Yechen didn't give him half a chance to catch his breath, pulling out his blood-stained long knife and gripping the 『Blood Blade』, that is, he directly rushed towards Goda.

The situation is directly lopsided!

Goda in severe pain at the same time also noticed Yechen's approach, subconsciously began to crazy flinging his only remaining right arm, the last chain is like a dying python like crazy fluttering, forming a strong whip wind will Goda temporarily guarded within.

Yechen, however, was unfazed by this, stopping just in time to get out of range of the chains, raising his revolver to aim at Godard's head, which was fainting from the pain, and firing another shot.

Bang!

The bronze-coloured bullet blasted Goddard's brain with such precision that it couldn't penetrate his epidermis, but it still sent another strong jolt through his already dazed brain.

"Ah!"

Goda let out a pained cry, and the chain wielded by his right hand instantly slowed down, while Yechen also took advantage of Goda's faltering gap and rushed straight to a distance of three metres away from him with his long knife Revolver.

The sharp tip of the blade was about to touch Goda's neck.

"Asshole, I'm going to kill you ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ------- ---!"

Feeling the unprecedented sharp crisis in his life, Goda could no longer care so much, like a madman again swinging his arm chaotically, and pumping the chain even more swiftly, even more furiously.

Yechen, who was no longer able to withdraw from the range of the chains, was not anxious, his eyes calmly observing all the movements of his prey, and then responded.

He was seen holding his long sword horizontally in his left hand, his right hand raising his revolver high, and whenever Goda's chain was about to whip on Yechen, Yechen swung his sword with his left hand to parry the attack of the chain.

The moment his left hand completed the manoeuvre, his right hand was immediately lowered to fire again at Goddard's head, and when the chain was flung again, Yechen raised the pistol in his right hand again, and continued to wield the long knife in his left hand to beckon it away.

And this set of flowing moves, where hot and cold weapons complemented each other and complimented each other, was one of the hunter's melee combat techniques that Lyle had taught Yechen for many years: 『Close Quarter Sword and Gun Crossfire Technique』.

Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam -!

The teenager's sword blade continued to fend off the escapee's whips, and the teenager's gun continued to blast the escapee's head.

In less than a second's worth of moments, Goda's head took another four rounds of heavy blows, and all of the chain attacks that he desperately wielded while holding back his fainting spells were also fended off by Yechen with his blood-stained longsword.

Even though Goda's flesh had been hammered through a nightmare, bronze-coloured bullets with the power of a small stone to him, smashing into his head one after the other, still caused a severe shock to the dazed brain.

Yechen, on the other hand, saw the moment when his prey's spirit reached its limit, and gripped the 『Blood Blade』 with his right hand, swept a smooth curve in the air, bypassing Goda's chain, and directly picking his only remaining right arm to fly away.

Swish la la!

Blood splattered violently, and Goda's last chain finally fell to the ground along with his arm.

Having come to this, the fugitive has no means of self-defence.

The results are in and Yechen's victory is a foregone conclusion.

Throughout the entire fight between the two, the process seemed thrilling, but from beginning to end, the escaped criminal had never hit the teenager head-on, not even just that once.

Yechen, in a nearly unharmed state and in a near crushing position, utterly crushed Goda, destroying all means of resistance from the prey.

Everything was going on as if it was under his control.

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And that's exactly what Yechen needs.

After all, the world of hunters is all about thrills and suspense.

A qualified and experienced hunter will only implement the word "steady" to the extreme!

Poof.

Goda, the escaped convict who had both his hands chopped off, lay down on the ground with a desperate expression.

Yechen quickly retrieved the empty revolver back to his belt and held the knife in both hands, pressing the edge of the blade against Goda's heaving neck.

The teenager's intentions were obvious to the core: to decapitate his prey in order to complete his hunt.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," murmured the crippled Goda, looking at the blade dangling in front of him in horror.

Yechen ignored his voice and silently raised his long blade slightly, slashing it vigorously down towards his prey once more.

"My wife!"

However, just before the blood-stained blade was about to plunge into Goda's neck, Goda's sudden outburst of words caused Yechen's hand movements to come to an instant halt.

"My wife my wife is still waiting for me to come home."

Seeing Yechen actually stop, Goda's ghastly white face sprang to life with a forlorn hope.

"Please, please, please let me go I don't want to upset my wife."

"If you insist on killing me, do it after I've gone home to see my wife."

"Because I really wanted to see her again. The only reason I broke out of prison was because of her."

Hearing Goda's words, Yechen's expression instantly became shaken, and at that moment, the young teenager couldn't help but recall the back of the middle-aged man who had sat in the church's prayer hall and nurtured him for a full seventeen years.

In Yechen's eyes, although Lyle seldom showed his feelings, but seventeen years of nurturing and teaching grace, so he has become a fatherly existence, if he really die one day, then Yechen may be the same as the fugitive in front of him, wanting to see the teacher one more time before he dies!

Even a glance would be nice.

"It seems that you have someone important too, don't you? Then surely you can understand how I feel this way. So please, let me go!"

Seeing that his hopes were growing, Goda soon began to cry bitterly and started playing all sorts of emotional cards like crazy.

But what greeted him in the end was still Yechen's blade that descended amidst the flying snow.

Swish.

There was a flash of cold light, and the body and head were separated.

Yechen's emotions wavered, but his hunting instincts eventually overcame his sensibilities, and the tip of the blade still broke the neck of his prey, bringing the curtain down on the short hunting trip.

Yechen, who had returned to the old church in the snowy weather, stepped nervously into the middle of the prayer hall, where his teacher, a middle-aged man named Lyle, was still seated in the front row of seats.

"Sensei, I finished the hunt."

Yechen said apprehensively, his tone devoid of any semblance of joy or pride in his success.

Lyle turned his back on Yechen and didn't say anything for a long time.

That dead silence made Yechen's mind grow more and more panicked.

He knew that although he had still taken the head of his prey in the end, his hesitation and indecision up to that point had still angered his teacher.

"Before we left, I told you not to let mercy be your bane, didn't I?"

After closing his mouth for a long time, Lyle finally asked coldly.

"Right." Yechen only dared to answer with a whisper like a child who made a mistake in front of a parent.

"Then why did you falter at the end? Do you realise that at that point, if there was still an undercurrent hidden on the other side that you hadn't noticed, or if another prey had stepped in, it could have been you who died."

Although Lyle's tone sounded as flat and calm as usual, Yechen, who had lived with him for seventeen years, could still sense that the other party was forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, so he only dared to continue nodding his head timidly.

"Do you realise that your prey is a lying, vile, low-life, utter scum who has no one waiting for him to come home because his home has been destroyed by himself and his wife abused and killed by himself long before he went to prison"

Yechen sniffed and fumed, and his face became thoroughly embarrassed as he began to feel remorse for his naivety.

Towards the end of the conversation, Lyle's accent finally erupted under the fumes of anger.

"Do you realise that what you just did could lead to you becoming prey yourself!"

The middle-aged man's voice resounded through the cool prayer hall and carried an extreme oppressive force, blasting the rows of benches behind him into smithereens, causing countless wood shavings to pounce on Yechen's face.

Even though the teenager understood that he had indeed made a mistake with his behaviour, he was still stunned by the sight in front of him, because in Yechen's impression, in the past, no matter what other serious mistakes he had made, Lyle had never expressed his emotions in an extremely blatant manner as he was doing at the moment, but this was the only time that was very different.

From the other party's burning anger, Yechen vaguely felt a hint of violation, as if Lyle's feelings were mixed with a few other emotions

It was as if it was anxiety.

What's wrong with him, teacher?

Yechen wondered in his head while he hastily bowed his head in apology, and after the lapse, Lyle lapsed into silence, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long before speaking out again.

"That's just it, remember, don't make that mistake next time, and I repeat, don't let mercy be your bane."

The teenager nodded desperately, his face filled with remorse.

"The first trial will count you as qualified, right now the sun has not yet set, so you can proceed directly to the second trial, how about it, do you want to rest on this today, or do you want to settle it all together in one breath?"

Lyle, who had regained his composure, shifted the conversation back to business.

Yechen heard this and couldn't help but look at his palms.

He had just engaged in a thrilling battle with Goda, but thanks to sound decision-making and decisive action, Yechen had not been injured head-on from beginning to end.

If he had to say anything, it was only that when he continuously plucked away the chains with the 『Blood Blade』, his wrists were a bit swollen and painful from that terrifying force, and with such a body only carrying such a small injury, he was obviously able to carry on with the trial.

The teenager clenched his spread palms into fists, feeling the energy that was still strong within his body, and then he smiled and replied towards his teacher with considerable confidence:

"I think it's better to work it out together."