I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 102 - 099 Firearms Are They Such a Disadvantage (4100)_2

Chapter 102: 099 Firearms: Are They Such a Disadvantage? (4100)_2

Chapter 102: 099 Firearms: Are They Such a Disadvantage? (4100)_2

“Damn!!! This strength is already way too much!”

Kiria’s pupils contracted, and his footsteps slipped again. A hand knife whistled past his face and slashed into the ornamental tree next to him. Instantaneously, a shower of wood shavings flowed from the stout tree trunk, creating a hole the size of a fist. The leaves shook violently and fell like rain.

“Hiss…”

Kiria took a deep, cold breath; he felt like he was not on the same level as his opponent. Thankfully, he was at his peak state just now and managed to dodge the attacks twice as he sensed the imminent danger. Otherwise, if hit even slightly, his best-case scenario would be bone fractures. A red wound on his cheek warned Kiria that the man was not to be underestimated.

“Why aren’t you making a move?”

A low, masculine voice echoed from beneath the mask. Kiria turned to look, and the masked man who had just attacked him was standing in the same spot as if nothing had happened, with his arms crossed over his chest. His massive build was like that of a wild bear, with icy eyes beneath the mask.

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His gigantic silhouette entirely enveloped Kiria’s own shadow.

“Could it be that I was not fast enough to dodge earlier, but he deliberately held back?” Kiria couldn’t help but arise this thought, especially when the opponent seemed so composed, his aura like a cat playing with a mouse.

“Damn it!” Kiria cursed inwardly, his throat clenched as he wanted to scream for help, but a sudden surge of fear washed over him.

He felt like he was being stalked by a brutal beast about to feast on him, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

A cold sweat began to break out from his back.

“If I shout, I will die for sure!” Kiria shivered as he staggered back two steps away from the masked man, who seemed to be toying with him.

Looking back up, he found the pair of brutal eyes beneath the white mask looking at him like a prey.

“Ahh!”

Kiria yelled as he charged forward, pushing off his feet, and thrust his fist out straight after a swing of his shoulder.

Casio likewise punched out, flicking Kiria’s fist to the side. Following with a forward stride, arraigned his right fist towards Kiria.

Kiria twisted his foot, and in a split second, he changed his pace, spinning around Casio like a top and fiercely landing a punch on his back.

Thump.

Casio felt the force of the punch but remained expressionless as he turned around and threw a windmill-like swing with arm, his fingers moving like knife blades slashing through Kiria’s shirt and left five bloody marks across his chest.

Kiria dodged to the side and charged again, his hands forming a blade, employing combat techniques around Casio’s body.

“So, he’s from that technique… There might be a secret martial arts master teaching pupils behind the Sand Dust organization or perhaps… a secret martial arts school.” Casio had intentionally reduced his strength to get a sense of the Sand Dust organization member’s capability while fighting Kiria for so long.

Otherwise, Kiria would have died the moment Casio threw his first punch!

Casio could feel a vague framework of a complete technique in Kiria’s martial arts moves which surpassed ordinary martial arts.

“That’s enough…”

Casio flung away Kiria’s swinging hands with a palm and took a fierce stride forward, throwing a straight punch.

“Bang!”

The atmosphere fell silent; only the sound of a gunshot echoed.

Kiria’s face was calm, and in his right hand, he held a fired black handgun, a wisp of smoke still emitting from the muzzle.

“Times have changed! You think it’s still like the old days of brutal hand-to-hand combat? No, one bullet will do the job!”

A hint of scorn pulled at the corner of Kiria’s mouth.

“…”

Casio stood quietly still, on the surface of his broad chest, a dark bullet hole ruptured the fabric of his shirt.

He lifted his hand slowly and pressed it against his chest.

“Don’t bother struggling! I aimed at your heart!”

Kiria fired another shot as he spoke. This bullet was right next to the previous one, aiming for the heart.

Just to be safe, he had taken a second shot!

With a ripping sound, the fabric was easily torn apart. Casio looked at his chest under the moonlight, finding two silver-shining bullets lodged just underneath his skin. Only the epidermis was punctured.

A drop of blood respectfully dripped onto the bullet shells.

“This is a handgun?”

Casio lightly flicked the bullets, removing them from his chest, leaving behind two slightly red spots.

“Am I supposed to believe a fire-weapon could be so ineffective?”

“!!! What the hell is that monster?! He actually survived a bullet! Damn it!” Kiria’s mouth dropped open in shock, her eyes widening even more than bell clappers.

“Damn, damn, damn, damn…”

Kiria’s face twisted as she pulled the trigger, sending a hail of bullets flying towards Casio, with sparks bursting from the muzzle of the gun.

The shell casings fell onto the white floor, making a tinkling sound.

“Have you had enough? Now it’s my turn…”

Casio, who had blocked his face with his hands, put his arms down. His muscles flexed and contracted, pushing out every bullet embedded in him.

They fell to the ground, making a series of clear sounds.

“No…” Before Kiria could finish speaking, her head was completely rotated 360 degrees by Casio and then thrown towards the distant road like she was a lantern.

It looked like their fight had lasted a long time, but in reality, it was only over a dozen seconds.

The members of the Black Flame Gang had just started rushing over.

A severed head suddenly splatted on Edward’s face, instantly staining it with blood. Edward, startled like a rabbit, jumped up and frantically wiped his face. A repulsive smell of blood pried its way into his nostrils.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! What is this? What is this?”

Edward jumped back a few steps, bumping into two gun-holding underlings. The woman from the Sand Dust Organization immediately rushed over, she picked up the severed head from the ground and scrutinized it under the moonlight.

Her pupils instantly contracted and her mouth moved: “No…”

“No! Kiria! Kiria!”

She shook her head in disbelief, unable to accept the sight in front of her. The woman seemed to have an extraordinary relationship with Kiria, possibly romantic or comparable to intense admiration and love.

And now, the head of the man she loved had been twisted off!

Sudden rage completely overwhelmed her reason.

With bloodshot eyes, she stared at the far-off figure barrelling towards her, who was as solid as an iron tower. She stomped on the ground ferociously and charged straightforward like an arrow.

“I will kill you! I will kill you…”

She continued to mutter, closing the distance to Casio at a rapid pace.

“I will kill you! I…” “Boom!!!”

The upper half of her body exploded, ruthlessly perforated by an iron fist. The fragments of her body scattered in the air in a fan-shaped manner.

Her ruined body was hard squeezed out by Casio, flying.

“Bang bang bang!”

Edward fired his gun at Casio repeatedly, but it seemed to have no effect. Casio, with his arms up in front of his face, approached like nothing had happened.

“Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!!!”

For a moment, four or five guns went off simultaneously, the resulting bullets forming a small barrage. Some lodged in tree trunks, some bounced off walls, some hit streetlights, causing a shower of sparks.

Still, most of them hit Casio directly.

“Exciting!”

Even though he was being pelted with bullets, Casio felt an inexplicable thrill and long-forgotten excitement. He sniffed the air, seemed to be aroused by the smell of his own blood.

An indifferent thirst for blood gradually emerged.

Casio suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins. Like a bullet, he covered a distance of several meters in one stride and charged into the crowd.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

Limbs were savagely ripped off, heads were kicked around like leather balls. With one violent swing of his arm, he managed to pound someone’s head right into their chest cavity.

Casio withdrew his arm and scanned his surroundings. The frosty moonlight mixed with the crimson blood on the ground, giving it an eerie, writhing appearance.

Everyone from the Black Flame Gang and the Sand Dust Organization was dead!

He looked down at his blood-soaked hands, inexplicably reminded of the brutal cloaked figure during the Sect Destruction War. His current behavior seemed quite similar to theirs…

Suddenly Casio turned around, his bloodshot eyes looked malevolently at the shadow behind him, he gnashed his teeth and said.

“You again… Shadow Demon!”