Chapter 290 - Perfect Record Broken
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Hedonist Sovereign Chapter 290 - Perfect Record Broken

Chapter 290 - Perfect Record Broken

Translator: Wiwbiwb

Editor: Vampirecat


Whoosh!

Bronze Number One’s shadow flitted by, and he appeared behind Qin Feng. The damn gunshots became fiercer—and they coordinated with Bronze Number One’s attacks.

This was a lethal attack, and a crucial one.

The silver, shadowless staff danced in the air. This time, it didn’t form countless staff shadows; it merely struck down. However, the originally illusory staff shadows hid, combining with the actual staff and making the staff even stronger.

This staff struck at the back of Qin Feng’s head. Qin Feng could only move forward and could not turn back because bullets came incessantly from behind him. The speed of the bullets were such that he could only dodge them thrillingly. He couldn’t spare any of his concentration to deal with Bronze Number One.

Whoosh whoosh! 

The whistling of the wind from behind him grew louder and louder, and the fierce pressure from the same direction came closer and closer. Qin Feng knew that if he continued to blindly run away like this, he would get hit by the staff.

Though the staff wasn’t formidable enough to kill Qin Feng, it would severely injure him. When fighting two experts of the Golden Assassin Crew, getting severely injured was tantamount to dying.

“Die!”

Suddenly, Qin Feng stopped and roared.

He’d already determined the position of the assassins. His right hand held the Truesteel Sword and thrust backward, clashing with Bronze Number One’s Phantom Spear and blocking his attack.

At the same time, a long orange whip suddenly appeared in his hand. The Spirit Snake Whip flew into the sky, then fell on one of the windows on the third floor.

Crackle!

This whip was like lightning that struck down from the heavens. It shattered the windowsill and split Silver Number 26, who was hiding below it, in half.

Blood shot out of the third-floor window like a water jet. Silver Number 26 lay on the floor, his body bisected, but his astonished expression could still be clearly seen on both halves of his face.

He’d died without unders

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