Instant Kill Novels & Stories

Clicking your sharp, mechanical legs rhythmically on the concrete. Their red optics scanned the environment with more inexorable, mechanical precision. They were relicted killing machines, driven by old kinetic cores, immune to the EMP that had crashed the consortium. “Forty millimetres of hardened carbon,” Silas whispered next to me. He felt nervously the sand from his former white uniform and put the glasses Right. “Even with Kaels rifles, we need precise hits in the joints, otherwise the projectiles bounce off. Their reaction time is zero comma three seconds.

Arturo turned his head, his gaze icy cold. "The one who is going to get her killed is you. I won't let you continue with this madness! Avelina, have someone get a sedative. My wife has lost it. She needs to calm down." Avelina's lips curved into a subtle, meaningful smile. She waved her hand, and a few male nurses suddenly appeared out of nowhere, approaching me with large syringes in hand. "Don't worry, Don Camollo. Donna Selena is just having a little psychotic break because she's too worried about her daughter. A few injections will fix it."

"Because your existence blocks my path. Enjoy your final moments, Sylvie. From now on, you don't exist." "Is that right?" The corner of my mouth twitched upward. Chloe froze. "What?" I slowly stood up, brushing the dust off my knees. The pained look on my face vanished. Chloe's jaw practically hit the floor. "But... the heart attack! Why aren't you dead?" I said coldly, "If I hadn't played dead, how would I have gotten you to admit you were trying to murder me?" She blinked, then scoffed, regaining her composure. "So what? You can't call the cops. You aren't actually hurt. Worst-case scenario, I get detention and a lecture."

For a split second, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face before she stiffly said, "I'll let it slide this time. Make sure it doesn't happen again, or else—" Her words were cut off by her phone ringing in her pocket. The screen lit up with the word "Everest". Her fleeting hesitation instantly vanished as she flung me off, stood up, and answered the phone in an urgent voice, "Everest? Are you feeling sick again? I'm coming right now!" As she turned to leave, I called out, "Bianca." She paused and impatiently looked back. "If one day you find out the truth and realize you were wrong, will you ever regret this?"

Obviously, Yi Yeqiu from the Dark Shadow Hall killed all of them, by using his unique skill "Fatal-thrust." By using the Fatal-thrust, Yi Yeqiu could shoot a stream of Sword Qi to his enemy's head at the moment when he launched his sword attack. The Sword Qi would enter the body through the neck, which could instantly smash the enemy's soul. Meanwhile, the Mystic Power in this attack could immediately make the enemy's heart stop beating, so the blood of the enemy would freeze right before he or she died. Hence, not much blood would spill.

He was instakilled after causing some damage. It was now four against five for UN Club. “Support, cover me!” Max shouted. Carlton immediately reacted by following Max’s instructions. The audience later stared wide-eyed at the results. Their mouths hung agape as they were dumbfounded. After Carlton came to Max’s help, Max immediately got three of the opponents under control. He used the Tiny Master of Evil to instakill two of the opponents. This was followed by another technique that Max used to kill off another opponent. Everything happened so fast, and Dream Club was left with only two champions.

Upon hearing the slur, Killan's entire body responded. Killan's lithe form reacted on its own accord, his fist connecting with the Alpha's jaw in a swift and decisive strike. The insult had been a grave offense, and Killan's instincts demanded retribution. Killan delivered a powerful strike, sending the Alpha hurtling backwards and causing his seat to topple over in tandem.

Then, realizing their worst fears, Zayn pounced at them with a primal terror tantamount to releasing a starving wolf into a field of fat lambs. They tried to run, they did, but there was no way that they could have survived. Their lives were in the palms of an invincible, godlike fighter. The moment Zayn set his eyes on them, he had claimed ownership of their souls. It only took Zayn about ten seconds to completely remove the rest of the assassins with the destructive and punishing power of a hurricane. They died instantly.

Tariq huffs. "I’m not poisoning him, it’s a rapid neurological intervention. A synthetic peptide. Colorless, odorless, vaporizes cleanly." "How fast does it work?" I ask. "Once inhaled, it crosses the blood-brain barrier in about four seconds," Tariq says. "It triggers a massive, localized ischemic stroke. He will drop the pen, lose consciousness, and die of brain death within three minutes. To the local coroner, it will look exactly like an aneurysm."