Chapter 59: Gold Rank! Part 2

Bai Ya finally stopped in her tracks.

The musket guards thought she had realized there was no way out, that she had given up in despair and stopped resisting, so they gripped their firearms tighter and sped up.

Bai Ya looked back.

All she saw were twisted, ferocious smiles on their faces—did they really think victory was in their grasp?

There was no way she would give up and surrender obediently.

She had never once harbored a thought of admitting defeat.

So, in this dire situation, how was she supposed to escape?

Three plans emerged in Bai Ya’s mind, and in the end, she chose the riskiest, but also the most rewarding.

Bai Ya gripped her musket and aimed it at the massive corpse of the monster in front of her.

Whether noble, guard, gladiator, or even the three slave girls—none of them could understand what Bai Ya was doing at this moment.

Was she insane?

She wasn’t using her firearm to deal with the pursuers behind her, but instead planned to attack a corpse—was she so terrified she’d gone mad?

The musket guards were stunned for only a moment, then snapped back to their senses, sneering as they continued forward.

In their eyes, this was Bai Ya’s last desperate struggle, which also meant she had disarmed herself completely.

The instant Bai Ya stopped and aimed her musket at the ogre’s corpse, the musket guards closed the distance by quite a bit.

She had entered their firing range.

Bai Ya could clearly hear the sound of weapons being loaded.

If nothing unexpected happened, what would follow was a hail of bullets.

If their firearms packed a punch similar to her own musket, even with her iron armor, her body would be riddled with holes.

Even more importantly, these were soldiers—specialized firearm troops.

Their aim needed no explanation; they didn’t have to get up close like she did to fire accurately.

Firearms were wonderful tools.

After clearing the “SLAVE” Chapter One “instance,” Bai Ya had decided to find a master to learn gunfighting skills from—this seemed like a promising training path.

But for now, barring a miracle, she was dead for sure.

That much was certain.

But who could predict when a miracle might occur?

Besides, she had a one hundred percent chance of triggering a huge, unexpected event.

Gasps of disbelief erupted from both the arena and the stands.

A thunderous boom, laced with drifting smoke, rang out in the arena.

Most people present were not strangers to this sound.

The first shot had ended the ogre’s life.

The second had claimed a guard’s.

And this third shot was the cause of all the astonishment.

Bai Ya’s musket had fired three times in total.

The third bullet struck the ogre’s corpse, burrowing into its body and blasting out a spray of blood, so startling that the musket guards nearly dropped their weapons.

That Bai Ya had aimed her musket at the ogre’s corpse was already baffling enough—yet even so, they had never expected her to actually fire.

Once a musket fired, it needed to be reloaded.

Unless one was an expert, reloading would take a considerable amount of time.

To finish reloading within half a minute was already impressive.

The musket guards assumed that at the final moment, Bai Ya would turn her weapon and fire at one of them.

Even if she miraculously hit someone, and even if they didn’t fire while in range, within half a minute, they could catch up and bash her to death with their iron gunstocks.

But Bai Ya did not do what they expected.

Her actions strayed from the thinking of everyone present.

Was she truly mad?

Or was there some deeper meaning?

Surprised as they were, they certainly wouldn’t refuse the chance for one less casualty on their side—if Bai Ya was willing to give up her combat power.

“Let’s see what happens next. If my eyes are still working, something big is about to go down,” Bai Ya muttered to herself as she tossed aside the musket.

The weapon slid across the ground, a fair distance away.

With the rapid footsteps approaching behind her, it would be sheer fantasy to try and retrieve it now, even if she regretted tossing it.

If Bai Ya were capable of firing a fourth shot, she would never waste such a powerful weapon.

But right now, it felt like her shoulder was about to shatter.

If she fired again, she’d be finished.

She must prioritize strengthening her physique!

Bai Ya swore inwardly.

If her body was so weak that she could lose her life so easily, how could she talk about any kind of strategy?

Just as she was thinking this, a dozen gun barrels pressed against her armored waist.

The crisp clang of steel was like a warning bell—her pursuers had caught up.

Bai Ya obediently raised her hands in surrender.

Her capture on the stage made the nobles beam with satisfaction.

Even Arthur’s face broke into a slight smile—the shadow of his lost wager lightened somewhat.

Seeing Bai Ya in danger, Tabuza charged into the guards’ ranks, cutting down all in his path, trying to carve out a bloody road.

In the ensuing chaos, the gladiators—led by Luo Shi, LeBron, and Lionheart—stepped up their assault, momentarily shattering the guards’ formation.

But it was not enough.

At this moment, to rescue Bai Ya, neither the time nor the strength was sufficient.

The silver-ranked ogre had been slain by a single musket shot; the strongest gladiators present were only bronze rank.

This meant the musket guards could wipe out most of the gladiators with a single volley.

After the musket guards entered the arena, many gladiators who realized this lost their will to fight, and were swiftly skewered by the guards’ long spears, finding an early release.

Slaves could never escape control.

The nobles in the stands could not be more pleased with this scene.

Ryumiou also sighed, just about to share his thoughts with Samsara Tianqi beneath him—only to find her empty gaze fixed unwaveringly on Bai Ya.

“Your Highness Ryumiou, that corpse is very strange. Its deathly aura is slowly fading, and its presence is continuously rising,” Samsara Tianqi was shocked in her heart as well.

Everything before her eyes was utterly beyond her understanding.

She naturally knew what it meant for the deathly aura to be dispersed—her racial talent was intimately connected to life.

“Damn it! Damn it!”

“If it were diamond rank, there’d be no chance of failure! How hateful!”

“She’s discovered it. The source has been destroyed. Was the goddess’s mortal era truly this terrifying?”

“At best, it’ll reach gold rank. Still, though it’s not flawless, victory is assured. Begin.”