"There is definitely a big problem with these people. How do they have so much strength?"
As Airon looked at the big man running towards him, his eyes gleamed brightly, and he didn't feel much panic. He calmly drew his Magnum revolver, which he hadn't used in a long time.
"Anyway... The problem is about to be solved, just as my people arrive..."
Number 3, who was attacking Airon, noticed the raised revolver from his opponent in an instant. There was no emotion in his eyes, but he quickly analyzed the situation.
"Damn it!"
In the next moment, the strong man disappeared from his sight. His speed was incredibly fast and unimaginable, and he suddenly entered the building where Airon was.
His advantage lies in his keen perception. Even if the opponent disappears from view, he still senses the danger even without visual contact.
"Get down!"
With this thought, Airon took a few active steps backward.
"Boom!"
As his body moved backward, the wall on the side where he was standing shattered, and a figure swung a shovel they found somewhere and used it to attack.
Seeing the big man suddenly emerge from the side in front of him, Airon turned to the side to dodge the shovel thrown at him. Before the opponent could stabilize their footing, he raised his hand and aimed the Magnum revolver at his most threatening enemy.
"Bang!"
A bullet as thick as a finger shot out of the gun's barrel, instantly piercing through Number 3's exposed right arm. The man stumbled, blood gushing out.
Right after firing, Airon swiftly approached and the dagger in his hand directly struck the vital position of his enemy.
With his right arm shattered by the powerful cartridge of his gun, Number 3 could no longer use one of his arms. He moved his left hand toward Airon, disregarding his own safety, as if fighting for his life.
Although Airon knew it wouldn't be easy to be hit by this punch at this moment, his attention was not on the enemy's attack. His eyes were scanning the surroundings, looking for any other type of attack.
At the same time, a fast figure emerged from the gap in the side wall, following Airon's movements in the blind spot of his vision. Two daggers gleamed coldly, aiming to attack at different vital points.
If someone else were attacked in this way, even if they were capable of handling it well, they would likely be hit multiple times rapidly.
However, Airon demonstrated what he had been anticipating for a long time.
Then, using all the strength in his body, he stomped on the front of his enemy. His boots were strong and inflicted significant damage. Being attacked in this manner and not having a good position, Airon was able to twist his enemy's ankle.
Immediately after, Airon grabbed the opponent's chin with one hand, simultaneously lifting the revolver to aim at the person attacking him head-on, and forcefully squeezed the trigger with his right hand.
"Crack! Bang!"
Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, Number 3's body immediately weakened and fell heavily onto the dusty floor.
But at that moment, Airon's attention was no longer on him but on the woman in front of him because... she simply dodged the bullet that was almost impossible to dodge.
That kind of reaction speed is simply not something an ordinary person could possess, and the woman clearly took a bullet to her arm from a sniper shot at this moment.
Thinking about this, Airon looked at the woman's arm, but he saw a bullet hole and bloodstains on her right arm's sleeve. However, the exposed skin clearly showed that she had no wounds.
"Your arm... No injuries?"
Airon stared at the other's arm, his face remaining expressionless, but his heart was already overwhelmed.
Clang!
He was still stunned, but the other party wasn't. Still with their iconic deadpan face, the woman held the dagger without expression and launched another attack.
Now Airon dared not be careless. He quickly retreated, stood up, and fired at the opponent.
By this time, the woman had already launched an offensive, running all the way to his close range position. Airon only turned his head to the side to avoid the incoming bullets, and the dagger plunged directly into his head and chest.
Airon's dark eyes were focused on every move of the opponent. His head and chest moved backward, and he grabbed the woman's arm with one hand, intending to bring her down to the ground.
But before he could grab her wrist, the woman seemed to anticipate his move. She stepped forward, making a swift maneuver, and forcefully kicked Airon's chest, sending him flying out of the building.
"Damn it!"
Airon held his chest while on the ground and quickly got up. But before he could stand still, a dagger stabbed him in the face.
Fortunately, his perception had already located his enemy's position. Although he was slightly entangled, he narrowly avoided greater harm from the sharp dagger by turning to the side, and he took the opportunity to kick his incoming enemy.
However, the same scene repeated here. Before Airon's attack could land on the opponent, the woman realized he was evading. With a strong movement of the dagger, a long wound was drawn on Airon's chest, revealing the armor underneath his clothes.
"Damn bitch, what the hell!"
After being injured more than once, Airon looked at the woman with a certain uncertainty, but he also understood how bizarre things could be.