"Kid, I'm seriously advising you to withdraw. You're no match for me."
On the martial arts stage.
Boothill spoke indifferently to Luka.
As if stating something very ordinary and realistic.
Naturally, Luka wasn't one to back down: "The match hasn't even started yet. How do you know I can't beat you? My iron fist might not be slower than your bullets."
"Because we're not on the same path, damn it! You're here for victory, I'm here for vengeance. You're here for honor, but honor means nothing to me."
"Also, stop mentioning your precious iron fist. I feel sick just looking at that company-sponsored junk! I'll modify it for you later!"
"I want the entire galaxy's news to report—the company's most wanted criminal became the brightest star at the martial arts ceremony, showing immense love and making those corporate dogs who came to Xianzhou for business look like fools—"
At the bar.
Boothill himself grinned.
If that's the case.
Then it makes perfect sense!
He wasn't here to compete, but to use the competition as a cover to mess with those corporate dogs!
Now that's more like it!
Beside him, Rappa was eagerly preparing to watch the duel.
Boothill chuckled again.
And said, "Don't watch."
"It's going to be a damn bloody mess!"
"Blame it on Luka's bad luck for running into me."
Rappa stroked her chin.
Thought for a moment.
And decided she still had to watch!
Because in all the ninja scrolls she'd studied, those who tempered their will often achieved results beyond expectations.
Perhaps.
The Silver Gun Asura might slip up, giving the Red Oni of the Shinobi Prosthetic an opening?
At this moment.
Boothill had already drawn his pistol.
And aimed it at Luka!
"Alright, alright, I won't argue with you. Since you're so eager for my bullets, I won't refuse, right? Heh, before coming here, I asked the Emperor Bow Deity for six lucky omens at the Divination Pavilion."
"Here's the deal… if all six of my bullets jam, you win. But if they don't… tsk tsk, the stage floor is going to be a mess~"
Luka was a bit surprised and timidly said, "Uh, Mr. Boothill, we're just sparring. Let's keep it friendly. No need to fight to the death…"
"Damn it, some people might be playing around, but I'm not! I'm going to fight you to the death. If you don't have the guts, why did you even come here..?"
"I…"
"Come on, look at my gun. Walk over here and punch me. Do you dare?"
On the spaceship.
Luka watched this scene.
Although it was just part of the story, not him personally on the stage.
He still felt a sense of impending doom!
His heart began to race.
Indeed…
Previous opponents.
Either went easy on him or didn't take it seriously.
But now.
He had finally encountered a real tough opponent.
This Galaxy Ranger is not someone to be trifled with!
He wouldn't make the slightest concession just because of the Nameless!
This is the rhythm of martyrdom.
Am I mentally prepared?
Obviously.
Not yet!
Under Boothill's relentless questioning.
Luka on the scene was clearly at a loss.
He felt the threat of death!
But,
still under immense pressure.
He spoke up, "…Come on, Boothill. I'll defeat you."
"Hahahaha! He's got some guts! Bullets don't have eyes, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
[Entering Battle]
And this time.
Because of the fear of death.
Luka hallucinated Boothill as a terrifying monster—Something Unto Death.
The barrage of comments was also rolling at this moment.
...
"There aren't many who can take six of Boothill's enhanced Basic Attacks."
"I use a gun, brother, it's hard not to kill."
"Outside seven steps, the gun is fast; inside seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate!"
"Boothill is really a bit scary here."
"Even I'm a bit scared, let alone Luka."
"Luka, you really don't have to face an enemy you can't beat."
"Unlike the previous ones, Boothill really will kill, with that kind of killing intent!"
"He's already holding back."
"Both BoBo Shark and the Stellaron Freak are the kind of players who've danced in front of Emanators and run wild in front of monsters, treating fatal injuries like meals. Luka's level is way too far off."
"It should be said that this is the true face of the universe, not so much kindness to show, nor does everyone have the good face of the Nameless."
...
In the battle with Something Unto Death.
There were constant voices trying to provoke Luka's fear of death.
Finally.
Boothill's voice came.
"I'll say it one last time—"
"Either turn around and leave, or come and beat me."
The fear of death also reached its peak at this moment.
That voice said, "Luka! Bullets don't have eyes! Do you really want to die?"
"Now, just turn around and leave, and nothing will happen, run away!"
Inside the spaceship.
All the people of Beicheng were as nervous and serious as Luka.
Watching this battle closely!
They hadn't really started fighting Boothill yet.
But the inner struggle before the start was the most torturous.
No one was laughing at Luka at this moment.
Because.
If it were them on stage, they probably wouldn't do much better!
Gepard looked serious.
If he were on the scene.
He might have persuaded Luka to step down voluntarily.
Because this was really a battle with no suspense!
There was no need to make a meaningless sacrifice in this situation.
Beside him.
Seele clenched her teeth tightly.
Her hands slightly clenched and then loosened.
Imagining how she would respond if she were on stage.
Probably,
knowing the insurmountable gap in strength with the opponent.
Would she simply admit defeat?
Or.
Give it a try?
Seele wasn't sure either.
Just like Luka now.
He wasn't sure what he would do!
In the back row.
Clara covered her eyes with her small hands.
But peeked through the gaps.
Wanting to watch but also scared!
"Kid, are you really hesitating like this? I'm damn disappointed in you." Boothill's voice turned cold.
"No, I can't back down…"
In the midst of his inner struggle.
He ultimately overcame [the fear of death]!
"A true fighter never yields to fear."
Back in the ring.
Luka's expression turned resolute.
He stepped forward, one step at a time, toward Boothill.
Boothill grinned.
"Good kid!"
...
"Hoho, so you're not backing down and actually walking toward me?"
"He's really brave!"
"Is this Luka's legendary quest?"
"This Luka really makes me happy!"
"It's over!"
"BTO really fired his gun!"
"Oh no! Is the event storyline really going to kill off my Luka?"
...
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Six gunshots rang out in an instant.
The scene froze at the moment.
It showed Boothill raising his gun and firing six shots in quick succession.
The bullets hit their mark perfectly.
All six struck Luka's mechanical arm.
The mechanical arm was completely destroyed.
Luka was left with only one arm, still wearing his boxing glove.
"What happened… am I dead?"
Then.
The commentator's voice rang out.
"The winner is… Galaxy Ranger Boothill!"Luka has fallen (sad)"
"BTO probably aimed all those shots at the mechanical arm." He really wants Luka to get a new one!"
"After Mr. Luka's evaluation, the Interastral Peace Corporation's new product, the Mamitu 17ProPlus combat exoskeleton, has questionable quality."
"Six shots broke the mechanical arm's durability. If Boothill had gone all out, there would've been one final big shot."
"The gap in strength is too huge. Galaxy Rangers are on the level of Pathstriders, while Luka is just an ordinary person."
"Feels like he was holding back."
"Boothill probably just wanted to test Luka's resolve and incidentally destroy the company-sponsored mechanical arm."