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"Not agile enough,"
"But that doesn't mean I..."
"Too slow!"
The old instructor bared his teeth.
Agility has its own style of fighting, as does a robust physique with its corresponding battle style.
With a raise of his hand, the old instructor caught the long spear that had not yet truly thrust before him.
Then, without waiting for the other party to react, he directly dragged the spear-wielder into his embrace and squeezed tightly.
Crack, crack.
In the midst of such crisp sounds, the instructor's body toppled toward the Assaulter.
The massive body fell like a toppled marble column, heavily crashing onto the scout's body.
Bang!
In the dull thud, the Assaulter that was hit was visibly flattened.
Blood plasma mixed with bubbles and bits of unidentifiable viscera gushed out.
The old instructor then stood up with a roll, glanced disdainfully at the flattened Assaulter, and strode toward the police station.
There, gunshots and explosions had already merged into one.
