FakeNovelSeymour looked at Wilbur's armor and said coldly, "l guess you have sskill."
"That's only natural, but your science-based weapon doesn't seem that impressive," Wilbur mocked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeymour's face turned red in anger as he pulled out a strange-looking sniper rifle that was over two meters in length from his box.
That sniper was silver in color, with a smooth, slender barrel and a large magazine.
Seymour the rifle against his shoulder as he immediately aimed it at Wilbur.
Suddenly, a black spot appeared on Wilbur's body.
Seymour shouted viciously, "Brat, taste my Death Ray."
"Trevor, the Death Ray is a high-level spell. No matter what level you're at, there's a seventy percent rate of death. Seymour's rifle
has already locked into you. You won't be able to avoid it. Do you think you'll really be that lucky to survive with just a mere thirty
percent chance?"
Ferris had a radiant smile on his face
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