Stroph didn't even realize what had happened. He flew into the wall with an incredible speed, immediately receiving multiple wounds and bruises all over his body.
Stroph clenched his teeth to keep from screaming
Even though he felt an incredible pain, he pulled himself together and quickly got up from the place where he got, it`s unlikely that his enemy would wait for him to rest and get over it.
As he stood up, Stroph realized that his right arm was broken and he shouldn't get his hopes on it too much. Also changing his hiding place, he saw the man who attacked him.
It was a rather tall, muscular man, with an overwhelming aura emanating from him. If Stroph didn't know how to handle the aura himself, he might just be overwhelmed by it. But he didn't care about his aura or what the man looked like, he saw something which horrified him.
There were the brass knuckles on his hands, but it wasn't the brass knuckles that were scary, there was a bright green glow around the knuckles that could mean only one thing.
The next moment the man's loud and ringing voice was heard, "You`ve dared come to me and kill all my subordinates!" He was silent for a second then continued "AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, okay, okay, it's been a long time since I fought anyone strong. It`s sad, of course, I`ll have to find new servants, but it's a small price to pay for a good fight! My name is John Burns! Remember that name! As the man by that name will kill you today!"
Stroph was a little shocked by John's attitude toward his subordinates, but he had no time to think, as for immediately after his words John sprang toward the wall behind which Stroph was hiding and with a light movement of his hand demolished it.
The debris flew in all directions but to John's surprise there was no one behind the wall and he knew neither where Stroph was, nor could feel his aura, which had never happened before. Nevertheless he didn`t panic, he decided to wait until Stroph appeared by himself.
At that moment, Stroph thought to himself,
John didn't have to wait long, just a few seconds later, he saw seven bright dots rushing towards him. He was a fighter of fourth rank and if you rated him by Bookmark's stats, John would have about 35 characteristics in average. A man like him could tear apart an Armored Demonic Ogre with his bare hands and his speed and reflexes were incredible.
He easily dodged six of the seven bullets, and though one of the bullets hit him it was neither the first nor the last in the cylinder, so it could do little or no damage to John. Because he just grabbed it with his hand and squeezed it, even the fact that the electromagnetic bursting cartridge exploded right in his hand, it even didn't hurt him. Just a couple of scratches and a little redness.
John realized where the shot was coming from and immediately rushed to the place, breaking another wall and seeing Stroph behind it, who was holding his revolver firmly in his hand at that moment, pointing it at John.
John didn't expect this, he was sure Stroph wouldn't take any chances. Three bullets came out of the muzzle of the revolver at once, John had no time to think at all so he instinctively decided to protect his head by putting his arms out in front of him.
Stroph was sure that at least he could wound John badly and at the most he'd blow an arm or two off, but what he saw next shocked him.
John's hands were wounded, the skin was torn, blood was constantly flowing and some area was black from the explosion, but that wasn't a comforting outcome at all, it was the worst outcome that Stroph couldn't even imagine!
Stroph didn't realize what had happened, but the next moment he did, his opponent was much stronger than he had thought.
He saw that the green glow enveloped not only the brass knuckles, but the hands themselves, by his modest schooling knowledge he knew fourth rank fighters wasn`t be able to spread the Spirit to body parts.
"Guy, you`ve certainly surprised me! I didn't think I'd have to spread the Spirit anywhere but brass knuckles, but I think it's time to end our show, you know, I still have to bandage my hands."
After these words, John removed his block and attacked Stroph. He was instantly in front of him and with incredible speed striking him with his massive fist.
Stroph was able to dodge and John's hand ended up in the wall, right next to Stroph's face.
Stroph wasted no time and instantly fired the remaining four bullets. He deeply regretted wanting to let John live, that`s why he fired three bullets then, instead of all seven. He put those foolish thoughts aside and decided that his first and only priority was to kill John.
He aimed straight for the chest, where he thought he had the best chance of hitting and the hardest to dodge.
But John had fought for many times, he had never met a shooter who would last so long against him in close combat, and as he was greatly experienced he realized that he mustn`t be allowed the same mistakes as those with his hands.
Suddenly, at an incredible angle, John's body twisted and all the bullets passed within an inch of his skin, whereupon he pulled his arm out sharply and kicked Stroph with a U-turn.
At first Stroph didn't realize what John was doing, for there was simply no space for a leg kick, he would trivially hit the wall and that would be the end of it.
But the next scene horrified Stroph, he couldn't imagine such a thing, his opponent was just some kind of freak!
As Stroph had supposed, there was too little space to hit and John's foot met the wall, but... that didn't stop it. The foot, covered in a bright green glow, just shattered a meter of the wall and ended up hitting right on target, sending Stroph flying and broken him a couple of the ribs.
John paced slowly towards Stroph while saying loudly, "That's all, kid, time to end, I `ve already broken your arm and now a couple of ribs and you have no ammo left, it's over, at least say your name!"
A purple line formed behind John from behind his bleeding arms.
Stroph didn't answer, causing John to frown.
"Well, let it your way, then you'll be a nameless foe to me" After these words, John stood in front of Stroph and rise his fist, intending to bring his blow straight at him, this attack should have been the last.
But the next moment he felt something grab his arm and heard Stroph's relaxed voice: "You could have helped earlier."
John's hand hovered just in front of Stroph's face as it was forcefully squeezed by three white straps.
Next, Stroph opened the cylinder of the Last Light, quickly ran with the palm of his right hand over it and said: "My name is Stroph White, wait in hell for the laundry bill..."
John was terrified, he was sure the cylinder of the revolver was empty and so he was about to act, but the next second the thread of his life was cut...
His head was blown off and Stroph's upper body stained red.