Chapter 72: The Six-Clawed Bat

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In the empty tomb chamber, Wu Hua tossed his grappling hook into the air, grabbed the rope, and pulled down hard.

The Bystander hurried over to help. “Bro, your knowledge is really something. Don’t tell me… you’re a GM?” His words implied sheer awe—Wu Hua even knew ghosts, which was impressive, to say the least.

Wu Hua smiled. “Do you really believe there are ghosts in this world?”

The Bystander replied, “But just now, that...”

“That wasn’t a ghost, it was her consciousness.”

The Bystander scratched his head, still puzzled.

At that moment, following the female ghost’s instructions, Wu Hua pulled down a coffin on the left side of the main door and kicked open its lid.

A strange phenomenon occurred—a swirl of black smoke slowly drifted out of the coffin, rising and gathering in the air. The smoke seemed to twist and merge, never dispersing.

Wu Hua and his companion stared in shock at this bizarre transformation, as though some demon was taking shape in the crypt.

The Bystander was dumbfounded. “I’ve never come across anything like this in a dungeon before.”

“Don’t just stand there. Get your gear ready.” Wu Hua sensed trouble and quickly swapped in a fresh AUG magazine, switching to the standard barrel.

Sure enough, the black smoke in the air began to coalesce into the shape of a bat. As the mist cleared, a giant bat appeared, but its body was humanoid, with six razor-sharp claws.

They had already spent a day and a night in this dungeon—what hadn’t they seen? So, faced with this creature, they didn’t flinch, but raised their guns and opened fire.

“Ratatatat!” Bullets tore into the six-clawed bat’s body, sending up bloody sprays.

“-418, -424, -431…” These were Wu Hua’s damage numbers.

The Bystander’s were lower: “-130, -127, -131…”

“Damn.” Wu Hua hurriedly activated his custom precision calculation skill, and after a second, the data came back: 48,339 out of 50,000.

Wu Hua froze for a moment, realizing they’d run into another big one. “It’s a mid-level boss.”

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The Bystander was even more stunned. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen mid-level bosses before, but he knew one thing: unless you had a truly high-damage weapon, you could only rely on a numbers game to bring one down.

Now, the two of them alone had almost no chance against this six-clawed bat. With no way forward and enemies behind, and the terrain so open, what could they do?

As he hesitated, the six-clawed bat swooped down like an eagle.

“Dodge!” Wu Hua shouted. They both dove aside as a powerful gust swept between them—the bat’s speed was incredible.

Wu Hua rolled several times before getting up, only to see over a thousand HP clawed away from his leg, which was now bleeding heavily.

He was alarmed—three such hits and he’d be dead.

The Bystander, on the other hand, had much higher defense and considerable agility mastery. Wu Hua used “Precision Calculation” to scan him: 2,400 out of 3,050.

“You attack, I’ll cover,” Wu Hua decided quickly.

The Bystander had already fitted a silencer onto his M4. The M4 carbine had a feature: with a silencer attached, its rate of fire increased rapidly, reaching up to ten shots per second. In the same span of time, his damage output was nearly on par with Wu Hua’s.

On the bat’s second dive, Wu Hua couldn’t hold up—the interval was too short, only about ten seconds, and he lost another thousand HP to a single claw.

At this moment, Wu Hua truly felt the disadvantages of poor equipment and undeveloped combat skills. His combat suit’s defense was inadequate, and his dodges were too slow. The bat’s swoops were nearly impossible to evade. The Bystander saw how battered Wu Hua was after rolling and guessed his injuries were severe.

“I’ll cover!” The Bystander knelt on one knee to shoot, which made dodging easier. Unfortunately, the M4’s magazine only held thirty rounds, and reloading took longer than shooting.

Luckily, the Bystander understood basic gunner teamwork. When a monster was hurt, it would always target the highest damage dealer. While Wu Hua knelt to heal, the Bystander unleashed a furious barrage. The M4’s accuracy was high, and after five or six rounds of the bat’s attacks, the Bystander was barely scratched—clearly, his long experience in the dungeon made him highly self-reliant.

Wu Hua’s HP loss wasn’t significant, but the six-clawed bat had already lost ten thousand HP.

“That’s it—just like that,” Wu Hua praised.

The Bystander was extremely tense; this was his first time soloing a boss.

In the eerie crypt, two gunners rolled and scrambled across the floor while the bat shot through the air like an arrow. After a few more rounds, the bat suddenly hovered motionless, flapping its wings.

“Careful, it’s using a skill!” Wu Hua shouted.

Here, the Bystander’s experience was clearly lacking. The bat’s eyes abruptly turned crimson, glowing like a pair of lanterns.

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A shrill screech, and two red beams shot from its eyes, slicing through the air like lasers toward Wu Hua and his companion. The entire crypt was bathed in crimson light.

With a sizzle, Wu Hua was truly terrified this time. The laser burned a hole in his combat suit at the waist, the stench of scorched fabric quickly filling the air as his HP dropped by over five hundred points.

And this wasn’t a single shot—the laser lingered on the target like a welding torch, dealing five hundred points of damage per second. Panicked, Wu Hua broke into a run.

The red beams pursued them relentlessly, scorching the floor and leaving two deep furrows in their wake. Although the damage wasn’t overwhelming, it completely ignored any defense.

“Circle around it!” Wu Hua shouted, firing as he ran.

The words jolted the Bystander to action. He quickly moved behind the bat. No matter how deadly the bat’s beams were, it couldn’t shoot at its own back, while Wu Hua kept its attention up front.

Bullets from the M4 rained down on the bat’s back, each burst of damage numbers flying up like a scythe mowing grass.

“This isn’t good—no matter how many healing potions we have, we’ll get worn down in the end.” Wu Hua sprinted toward the passage, tossing a flash grenade as he went.

With a bang, the Bystander immediately turned away.

Unfortunately, the bat was unfazed—the beams still locked onto Wu Hua, hounding him relentlessly.

Another sizzling shot grazed Wu Hua’s ankle, sending him rolling five or six times across the floor. He had barely gotten to his feet when the beams were upon him again—these were truly death rays.

But the flash grenade sparked inspiration in Wu Hua. Many monsters in the game were modeled after real-world creatures. The reason the bat was immune to flashbangs was simple: its eyes were useless. It relied entirely on its ears and mouth to emit and receive sound waves to locate its targets.

“So the weak point must be its ears and mouth?” Wu Hua slung the AUG onto his back and drew his Desert Eagle.

What he needed now wasn’t firepower, but accuracy and speed. The problem was, in this dim light and at such a distance, the bat’s mouth was nearly invisible—this was even harder than dispatching the farmwife in three punches.

“Bro, circle back and cover me!” Wu Hua shouted from the passage. The bat had already turned, its beams locked onto the Bystander, who was clearly faster than Wu Hua. As he looped around, Wu Hua had already taken aim, gripping his pistol with both hands.

“Draw it toward me,” Wu Hua called. The Bystander didn’t hesitate and ran straight at him.

It was a risky maneuver—he had just a second to step aside after firing, before the beams locked onto him.

Wu Hua exhaled, activated Focused Strike, and the beams were less than ten meters away.