Kzel lost interest. There was no profit in these mortal combats. The dubious and shocked expression that the spectators gave him did not bother him. He was a shadow agent that trained with a Falcon-piece to enhance his reaction speed. Normally, there's a possibility that he can dodge a bullet with a speed of 600 MPH at long range but not on short range and in huge quantity. A propelled arrow every 3 seconds was a piece of cake. Especially now that he received an upgrade from a superior combat oriented consciousness who trained in the traditional way. He was confident that all of his awareness were enhanced by a dozen.
Although Kzel was acting as his normal self lately, resisting the other consiousness from taking over, he had already changed and molded into something else. He had a more negative perspective now!
The middle age man let out a whistle, causing the player who was called Bells to flinch. After a moment, Bells unequiped his bow and conceded the fight.
