Chapter 438: Test

At the same time, it forced the monsters in the darkness to retreat, allowing him to be in a safe zone for a short period.

Mario took advantage of this lull and quickly pulled out four high-powered lighting artifacts from his front pants pocket.

He moved agilely, his eyes focused, and skillfully placed these four lighting artifacts vertically in the four corners, one meter away from him.

Instantly, strong light shot downwards from the lighting ports of the artifacts, like four bright beams of light, illuminating the area of the sky above.

The dazzling light penetrated the surrounding darkness, and the previously dim environment suddenly brightened, though the range and brightness of the light were still weakened.

Despite this, the sky was still illuminated by this light with a strange glow, as if a corner had been lit up.

The light outlined clear contours on the ground, making Mario’s position clear at a glance.

In this bright light, Mario’s figure appeared exceptionally resolute.

He frowned slightly, his gaze piercing through the light, vigilantly observing his surroundings.

The light emitted by the four lighting artifacts not only provided him with a clear view but also seemed to become a barrier against unknown dangers.

Everything around was exposed by this light, and any potential threats had nowhere to hide.

The monsters that had initially fixed their greedy eyes on Mario were now like frightened beasts, unwilling but forced to slowly retreat to the edges.

Each of them was twisted in form and hideous in appearance, emitting a nauseating aura.

Some monsters sharpened their pointed claws, letting out low growls, sounds that seemed to come from the dark abyss, revealing endless resentment.

Others stared intently at Mario with blood-red eyes, the fierce glint in their eyes like burning flames; even in retreat, they still harbored covetous desires for him.

Mario stood his ground, his posture tall, his gaze firmly meeting the monsters'.

A tense atmosphere permeated the air, as if an invisible tension could snap at any moment.

The monsters hovered at the edges, occasionally taking a tentative small step forward, then quickly retreating, as if looking for an opportunity to break through the defense line.

Their eerie green eyes gleamed with greed and ferocity, cautiously seeking an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Mario.

And Mario, this brave and fearless adventurer, an invincible tool-man, was also fully concentrated on his duties.

His gaze was like a torch, calmly scanning the surroundings, and with his keen intuition, he had already locked onto the monsters’ positions.

At this moment, he had no hesitation or panic; he was a emotionless killer.

Mario quickly reached into his front pants pocket and pulled out a flashbang.

His movements were clean, fluid, and without any delay. With a gentle flick of his finger, he pulled the pin from the flashbang.

Instantly, a “hissing” sound emerged, and the flashbang began to release its soon-to-be-exploded energy.

Mario swung his arm and forcefully threw the flashbang towards the direction where the monsters were hidden.

At this critical moment, time seemed to stand still.

The flashbang, arcing through the air, was like a meteor cutting through the darkness.

Immediately after, a dazzling light burst forth, illuminating the entire space like the sun.

The monster, exposed to the strong light, let out a painful roar. It covered its eyes with its huge claws, its body trembling uncontrollably.

The strong light seemed to cause it immense damage; its originally agile movements became slow and chaotic, and its steps faltered.

Mario watched the monster nervously, seeing it sway, trying to regain its direction in the intense light, but the impact on its eyes was too strong, making it difficult to move.

Although this flashbang did not directly kill the monster, it successfully dealt it a heavy blow.

At this moment, the monster had lost its original fierce momentum and could only struggle helplessly in place, temporarily losing its ability to move.

Seeing that the distant monster had been heavily wounded and was struggling and twisting on the ground in pain, letting out roars.

Immediately, Mario prepared to finish off those monsters.

He did not take out a second flashbang; instead, he quickly reached into his front pants pocket and skillfully pulled out a firearm.

It was a submachine gun with a cold metallic gleam, its lines smooth, reflecting a mysterious luster in the dim light.

Mario held the grip firmly with both hands, aiming the muzzle precisely at the monster.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger, and with each struggle of the monster, Mario decisively pulled the trigger.

With a loud “bang,” a bullet whistled out, flying straight towards the monster. The bullet accurately hit the monster’s head.

The monster didn’t even have a chance to let out a final, tragic cry before it fell silent.

It was only when he saw Mario kill the monster with a gun that he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this world was not as crazy as he had imagined, and it had not developed in the direction he thought it would.

At first sight, he thought those monsters were mist beasts born from the gray mist, a legendary terrifying monster.

The mist beast was hidden within this dense mist; it had no physical form, its figure ethereal and unpredictable, as if it were an illusion condensed from mist.

Occasionally, one could hear its low roar, a sound echoing in the mist, its origin unclear, a sound like fear from the depths of the soul, shaking the hearts of anyone who dared to approach.

When someone tried to track it, they could only see the mist swirling eerily.

It could appear instantly in front or behind a person, yet one could not grasp anything substantial.

One could only see a pair of eerie green eyes flickering in the mist, emitting a strange light, a light that seemed to see through a person’s heart, infinitely amplifying the fear within.

However, this was just a legend, and the monsters before him were not the same type of creature. The most obvious difference was that these monsters could be harmed by firearms, meaning they had physical forms.

So, knowing that the opponent was not a mist beast, that hint of unease in Liang Yu’s heart dissipated.

The source of all fear is insufficient firepower.

However, when firepower is sufficient and one can crush the opponent without injury, that fear disappears. This is the consciousness ingrained in the bones of the Chinese people.

At Liang Yu’s signal, Mario unhesitatingly gripped the gun in his hand, his finger quickly resting on the trigger.

With a series of crisp and clean movements, the muzzle continuously spewed hot flames, and sharp gunshots rang out one after another, echoing in the space and hurting one’s eardrums.

Bullets whistled through the monster horde, repeatedly hitting their limp bodies.

After Mario replaced several magazines, his sweeping fire stopped.