"This..."
John Wick was a bit confused. He knew what kind of gun the priest was using, a Ryan Bauer, but how could a dozen 7.62x51mm NATO bullets not compare to a single .50?
"Does a larger caliber inflict more damage on these monsters?"
But now was not the time for John Wick to ponder. The thin, elongated-limbed monster in front of him had already launched an angry attack. In a blur, it leapt onto the ceiling and then swiftly lunged forward.
Through his military night vision goggles, everything was still a chaotic blur. He couldn't catch the monster's figure.
At that moment, a broad silhouette filled his vision.
"How does it feel? Pretty good, right?"
Accompanying these words was the sound of a roaring gunshot.
John Wick couldn't see what happened to the monster, but he could hear its painful screeches.
The priest had hit it again.
John Wick sidestepped, unable to resist glancing at the priest.
He saw the monster had been pushed back a step, radiating a furious and violent aura.
"Father, how do you keep hitting it?" John Wick asked.
"Heh."
Seeing the monster leap around like a grasshopper and attack swiftly, the priest chuckled, casually firing a shot at an empty spot on the wall.
"You predict the monster's next move, while I predict its moves two, three, even four steps ahead. It's that simple."
Upon hearing this, John Wick saw a dazzling flash on the monster's body again.
It seemed as if the monster was throwing itself into the bullets.
John Wick had a sudden realization.
"Once you get used to it, you can hit it," the priest said calmly, firing another shot into the empty space with his revolver.
Bang!
With a painful screech, sparks appeared in the darkness, and the monster was pushed back another step.
Unlike John Wick's ordinary bullets, these were holy bullets with a double-layer buff.
Previously effective holy bullets now only caused superficial wounds to the monster.
"Its defense is really tough."
The priest remained calm, watching the increasingly furious, seemingly irrational monster swiftly attack again, and fired another shot.
Bang!
But unlike the previous shots, this one was instantly enhanced with five points of magic, enchanted.
[Five points of magic used]
As the prompt sounded in his ears, the priest saw the monster in front of him explode with blood under the impact of the shot.
"Roar!"
The monster's scream became even more painful and sharper, like the sound of glass being scraped.
Everyone behind the priest covered their ears.
Only the priest watched the monster, which now looked like a standing spider with only four limbs, and murmured to himself.
"It takes a six-fold amplification to break through its defense."
As the thought flashed, the monster's figure disappeared. It became even angrier, moving so fast that John Wick, who was keeping a close eye on it, could no longer see its figure, only a blur moving rapidly on the walls, ceiling, and floor.
"Father! The gun!"
John Wick quickly drew his Viper handgun from his waist and called out, knowing the priest's Ryan Bauer revolver only had five shots.
But the response stopped him from throwing the gun.
"It's okay, John, I don't need a gun."
The priest replied casually, his face expressionless. He dropped the Ryan Bauer and clenched his right hand into a fist the size of a sandbag. As the monster approached, he shifted his body and swung his right fist to the left.
Bang!
It was just a regular backhand punch, but it made a resounding explosion, showing the immense power behind it.
In an instant, the scene changed so quickly that it was invisible to the naked eye. John Wick and the others heard a huge roar and screams.
Boom!
With a huge impact and a burst of dust, they realized the left room's wall had a large hole in it.
Only John Wick had a vague sense of what happened, while everyone else only saw the result, not the process.
"This is the power of Father York?"
John Wick stared at the broad back in front of him, not wanting to miss anything. He vaguely felt that the priest had punched the monster, sending it flying into the left wall.
"Roar!!!"
With an angry screech, John Wick saw the blurred figure reappear from the hole, lunging at the priest.
"So, you're just a mindless beast. Once enraged, you don't stop until you die. I was worried you'd run away. Perfect, I'll use you to test my strength."
The priest watched the monster, covered in blood, its hideous face already caved in, and smirked. He stepped back with his right foot and threw another punch.
This punch, combined with his strong physique, was full of power and grace.
A perfect textbook straight punch, straight and powerful, breaking through the darkness and causing a huge explosion as it sliced through the air.
The priest's sandbag-sized fist struck the monster's face before its small attack could land, shattering its hideous face and splattering blood and fluids.
Boom!
The immense force sent the monster flying back again, crashing into the deep wall of the room and continuing to smash through to the outside.
This overwhelming display made John Wick instinctively take a deep breath.
"Come back here."
The priest clenched his fist again, and his mental power exploded, transforming into psychic energy that pulled the monster, which had crashed through the outer wall, back in front of him.
The priest had already thrown a downward punch, hitting the monster's body, making it look like the monster was welcoming the fist.
Boom!
The priest's punch sent the monster crashing through the wooden floor and down to the hard ground, creating a moderate-sized crater.
By this time, the monster couldn't make any sound, only its body still moving.
The priest, standing tall, stomped through the floor, landing his feet on either side of the monster, and threw another downward punch.
Boom!
"You're tough, huh?"
Boom!
"Fast, huh?"
Boom!
"Bully normal people, huh?"
Boom!
"Killed three kids..."
Boom!
As the priest's calm voice echoed, everyone fell silent.
Only Reston and Heya, the couple, were crying, watching the priest's repeated punches with tears streaming down their faces.
They wanted to witness the death of the monster with their own eyes for their daughters.
Second by second, only the continuous booming sounds were heard.
Until the priest stopped, Heya collapsed into Reston's arms, dropping the shotgun in her hands.
Sobbing sounds echoed from her, revealing the vulnerability beneath her strong exterior.
John Wick pursed his lips, removed his military night vision goggles, and stared at the priest, then at the crying couple.
He felt as if he had found a new purpose and meaning in life.
"Maybe this is why the priest wanted me to experience this?"
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