John straightened, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. Got it.
Tui Lang sneered at John's seemingly calm reaction. "You're still standing? What a joke. You didn't even mention this so-called power of yours," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.
John tapped the gold bracelet on his wrist, unbuckling it and tossing it into the air. The bracelet split into multiple parts, scattering throughout the battlefield. Some glowed orange, others purple, positioning themselves in a wide formation around Tui Lang.
Tui Lang raised an eyebrow, glancing at the glowing markers. "What is this? Some kind of joke?"
Without giving him time to think, John activated his brass knuckles and fired off a shot, the bullet ricocheting around Tui Lang's kinetic shield with a sharp ping. The energy crackled as Tui Lang laughed, his massive frame absorbing the blow. He grinned, his muscles bulging as he rushed at John again, this time faster.
