My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 173 - 125: Torrential Rain, Tokyo, Bloody Storm Auction (10)_2

Chapter 173: Chapter 125: Torrential Rain, Tokyo, Bloody Storm Auction (10)_2

As the words fell, only half of the face of Jack the Ripper and Anluns emerged from the mirror.

The two members’ menacing, shattered faces were exposed under the glow of the crystal chandelier, half bone, half covered in flesh, like Izanagi saw Izuna in the Land of the Dead.

Anluns glanced at Ghost Bell, blinked his remaining eye, and curiously asked, "Ho... Captain, why is a super criminal protecting a Mutant?"

Urushibara Osamu remained silent.

Jack the Ripper raised the dark red long knife, his eyes as cold as polar night, "You always have so much to say every time."

Bloodline tugged at the corner of her lips, the silhouette of Ghost Bell reflected in her crimson eyes.

She said casually, "Though I’m more interested in seeing that Red Dragon, this side is interesting too, and it’s been a long time since I fought alongside the captain."

After using some means to temporarily stop Blue Arc’s bleeding, Ghost Bell stood up from the ground.

He looked up at the long knife in Jack the Ripper’s hand, squinted his eyes slightly, comparing it to the knife wound on Blue Arc, then the face beneath the breathing mask twitched slightly, his gaze suddenly cooled to the extreme, like a beast poised to devour.

"So it was you..." Ghost Bell raspily muttered, his eyes unblinkingly staring at Jack the Ripper.

At this moment, the clock tower’s hour hand still stayed above "12 o’clock," but the previously still second hand began to move, the ticking sound spreading throughout the auction house.

Gears clacked, overlapped with the mechanical breath.

Black Cocoon hung upside down under the ceiling, silently cheering for Ghost Bell: "Yes, yes... It’s her, it’s her, it’s this Jack the Ripper, kill her, Dad!"

Anluns shrugged, reluctantly lifted the billiard cue, rested it behind his neck, "Really wish I could swap weapons... Hate today’s slot machine."

"Didn’t you develop your own superpower?" Jack the Ripper mocked.

"Why does my superpower look like this?"

"Just a gambling bug, what would it look like?"

In jest, the two simultaneously vanished from where they were.

Continuing the strategy against Blue Arc, one wielded a billiard cue, the other held a dark red long knife, pincering Ghost Bell from the left and right.

Bloodline then created a blood-red longbow from her hand, drew the bowstring from the auction stage, and loaded a Blood Arrow.

In that instant, the deafening bell sound resounded again, sweeping the entire auction house like a gale, brushing across everyone’s faces.

Immediately, all bodies froze, Anluns and Jack the Ripper solidified in mid-air.

Like a freeze-frame in a movie, they remained in their attacking stance.

The clock tower’s hour hand still pointed immovably at "12 o’clock."

When the clock tower’s hour hand points at "12," every past 10 seconds pauses time for 1 second; and in that fleeting second, only Ghost Bell and his shadow can act in the whole world.

This is the strongest hour among the twelve, Ghost Bell’s ultimate mode.

Ghost Bell sharply raised his head, and in the mercury-colored world, only the scarlet light in his pupils was bright.

He lifted his left hand into a fist, over the billiard cue’s trajectory, struck at Anluns attacking from the left, the iron-like fist relentlessly pummeled Anluns’ abdomen, making a bleeding hole, fingers strained dyed crimson instantaneously;

Then exerting all his might, his eyes blazing red, twisted, piercing Jack the Ripper’s abdomen with the metal blade on his right wrist, and then raised the wrist blade, forcibly creating a wound exactly like Blue Arc’s, even deeper.

Jack the Ripper’s internal organs and ribs crushed by the sharp wrist blade, the violent crimson splattered in the mercury-colored world.

Time resumed flow, Anluns and Jack the Ripper’s figures flew out in opposite directions.

Meanwhile, Bloodline’s slender fingers released the bowstring.

"Bang——!"

In the sound breaking through air, the blood-red arrow transformed into a fierce red beam blasting forth, aiming directly at Ghost Bell’s head.

In this moment, Ghost Bell had just repelled Anluns and Jack the Ripper. Naturally no time to block the blood-red arrow shot head-on. If predicted, his head would be pierced by the arrow in a blink.

However, his shadow suddenly "stood" up from the ground, stepped forward, lifted black hands, like a bull seized the blood-red longbow.

The shadow exerted with all his might, dragged the arrow, feet sunk into the floor, forcibly plowed two five-meter-long black furrows backward.

Ultimately, the scarlet arrow halted within half a meter from Ghost Bell’s pupils.

Then with a "pop," it dissolved into a pool of blood splattering onto the ground, dyeing Ghost Bell’s metal shoe surface red.

Bloodline recalled the moment earlier, raised her delicate eyebrows, "Did he pause time again?"

Anluns clutched his abdomen’s bleeding hole, blood seeping through fingers. He climbed up from the ground.

"Really ruthless." He grinned a distorted smile.

Jack the Ripper supported herself using her katana embedded into the floor, deeply breathing. The gaping chasm on her abdomen gushed blood and scattered bone fragments and viscera everywhere.

With organs destroyed almost entirely, at this rate of bleeding... it wouldn’t be long before she dies.

Urushibara Osamu’s expression remained calm, he glanced at the clock tower behind Ghost Bell, "Has the second hand passed 10 seconds..." Thinking this, he slightly raised his voice, ordering the members:

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