"Pretty boy, we have a lot of people following us."

"Do you have a plan?"

"What should we do now?" Samael held Merka tightly and sat firmly on the fast-moving horse.

"Run away."

Merka grabbed the reins and rode like a gust of wind.

"What did you say?" Samael couldn't believe it and questioned loudly in Merka's ear.

"You're affecting my horsemanship! Sister Samael!" After about a month of training in Erisburg, Merka had made great progress in her riding skills.

Although she couldn't catch up with the young nobles of Acadia, with Altria's excellent horse, Merka was more than capable of competing with many commoners.

"I want to escape first, and then find a place to hide."

"They have a strong hatred for Turing, and if there's a conflict, it will definitely be a fierce battle."

"I don't want to kill anyone."

"Haven't you felt the faint magical fluctuations in the darkness of the jungle?"

"It's obviously targeting me."

"But participants can't use magic."

"I need to figure out what's going on!"

"Otherwise, we won't be able to hunt."

Merka could feel that there were clearly two groups of people chasing after her; one group emitted hidden magical fluctuations, biting at her shadow in the darkness of the forest like ghosts.

The other group followed her openly, doing nothing but trailing along.

The ones who followed openly were Diana's supporters, Merka remembered it vividly. Merka couldn't afford to stop and have a chat with them.

The competition didn't specify whether shooting at people was allowed. It wouldn't be fun if someone was shot and killed by accident.

"Releasing magic means giving up the competition."

"But if Turing releases magic, it might even awaken Jade."

This is not as simple as giving up the competition.

"Diana and her supporters rely on this, following Turing."

"Even if they are about to be shot, the worst scenario is just releasing magic for healing and giving up the competition earlier."

"But if Turing releases magic, it will unleash a devastating monster."

"They are confident that Turing won't do such a thing."

Samael looked unhappy, with a crooked mouth.

"Is this the reason why you dare not fight back?"

"Coward!"

"I'm not a coward!" Merka's face turned red instantly, and she immediately retorted Samael.

"I just don't want to do anything inefficient."

"Seeking temporary satisfaction by seeking revenge won't lead to victory."

"I don't care, coward." Samael smirked contemptuously.

"Since you're so timid."

"Let's split up."

"Even without using magic, I can kill them all."

"Hiss..." Merka couldn't help but be amazed, feeling the cold wind sting her face.

The competition lasts for one day, from noon today to noon tomorrow.

Each person is equipped with limited ammunition for the hunting rifle, so numerical advantage is not particularly advantageous. It mainly depends on the accuracy of the hunter.

While I also considered a more aggressive approach, safely navigating through is undoubtedly more stable.

What should I do? Should I listen to Samael?

Merka turned back and glanced at the luxurious figure in the distance, carrying a shotgun. Suddenly, an anger rose in her heart for no reason.

These people are extravagant, yet they follow Diana in such clandestine collusion, tarnishing the ethics of the race and the concept of fair competition.

Poor Turing doesn't even know where he's suffering...

Let's teach them a lesson, once and for all.

Merka pondered for a moment and responded to Samael,

"We will have a chance to separate later, but not now."

"Help me, Samael, can you make both of us invisible?"

"But not for too long, just intermittently, in segments."

"What do you mean, Merka? Explain yourself..."

Merka grabbed the reins with one hand, rushed towards a bush, suddenly slowed down, and drew the hunting gun from Samael's back, aiming it backward.

"Hey! That Turing guy rushed into the bushes!" The group of people following behind Merka, running fast, had their formation disrupted by Merka's sudden deceleration, almost colliding with each other.

"What? Is she out of her mind? Not only is this not faster, but it can also injure the horse!" A person who looked like a leader clenched the reins tightly and pulled them hard, barely stopping the horses by the edge of the bushes.

"No, it was clearly..." Before the person next to them could finish speaking, a sharp gunshot interrupted.

A frantic gunshot shattered the increasingly eerie atmosphere, signaling the start of the battle.

"Who did I just hit? Tighten the formation, everyone!"

"Boss, you didn't hit anyone!"

"If you can't even hit so many people, let alone a moving beast. I suppose this Altria's young miss is nothing special."

"I saw the bullet come from behind that tree, I'll go see her!"

An impatient young girl swung the hunting gun with a clicking sound, taking the lead as she rode her horse out of formation.

"Don't be impulsive..."

As soon as the leader's voice fell, a swift gunshot came from the opposite direction, breaking the girl's horse's slender and strong leg instantly.

Terrified, the horse threw its owner off.

What?

The girl fell heavily to the ground, while her horse flipped over.

As if she hadn't recovered, she had no idea why Turing appeared unnoticed on the other side.

Did she use magic?

Or was she simply that fast?

After a brief pause, as if giving the girl time to react, another fatal gunshot came, a scatter shot fired from a completely different location, flying towards the girl's chest.

"Damn it!" The girl, who had realized what was happening, raised a magical shield. The intense impact erupted on her shield, flipping her several rounds.

"Camus!" Another girl, who was about to dismount and rescue her, immediately endured a continuous barrage of scatter shots.

In no time, she was knocked over by the powerful destructive power of the scatter shots, ending up with the same miserable fate as the previous girl.

Other people who were planning to move were instantly frightened by this scene and dared not move.

The entire team, consisting of more than ten skilled horseback hunters, was unexpectedly forced to a standstill by one person, and they couldn't even find the enemy's figure.

For a moment, everyone was afraid to make a move and remained motionless.

A chilling feeling, as if in the midst of a dark night, swept over everyone present like a mighty undercurrent in the ocean.

The sky seemed to suddenly darken, and the nervous crowd couldn't help but swallow their saliva, trembling deeply from this dull and seemingly pitch-black sensation.

"This won't do...we can't be so passive!" the leader spoke out.

"Each person only has a maximum of fifty rounds of ammunition! If we charge out together, Turing will have to expend a large amount of bullets to deal with us."

"In that case, our objective will be halfway accomplished."

"Everyone! Charge with me now..."

Terrifying brute force attacked from the corner of her clothes, and before the leader even had a chance to scream in alarm, she was pulled off her horse.

Like a water ghost in a quiet water pool, Samael, disguised as Turing, suddenly appeared by the leader's side, fiercely striking with the butt of her shotgun, pounding it on the horse's head like a giant hammer.

This earth-shattering blow instantly shattered the horse's head like a watermelon, and the horrifying impact sent the leader flying off the ground.

"Dickey, isn't it? I remember you..." Samael muttered under her breath.

"You were just a useless waste back then, and you still are now."

Everyone was stunned by this sudden and bloody spectacle, some wanting to shoot at Turing, but her figure disappeared again from their sight.

A sense of fear, like battling against supernatural beings, descended upon each person's heart.