Xiao Feng fixed his gaze intently on the crater, resolute to execute a fatal shot on anything that might emerge from its depths.
Kerry, Louise, and the other psychics also watched with rapt attention.
Slowly, a figure ascended from the crater. The instant his head surfaced, Xiao Feng fired without hesitation. The slender bullet spun at blinding speed, appearing instantly before the figure.
Through the sniper scope, Xiao Feng saw the man's head dart effortlessly aside, and the bullet whizzed past his ear with a sharp whistle.
Everyone was stunned—never before had they encountered someone capable of evading a bullet.
Frowning deeply at this astonishing feat, Xiao Feng refrained from paralysis; instead, he relentlessly squeezed the trigger, unleashing volley after volley of slim projectiles at intervals no longer than 0.2 seconds.
Yet the figure's evasions were equally swift, each movement barely within that same fraction of a second. The bullets zipped past in close proximity.
This spectacle left all present utterly astonished: Xiao Feng's impeccable marksmanship and rapid firing were awe-inspiring, yet the adversary's extraordinary agility defied all expectations. None could fathom how he reacted so swiftly to evade the barrage.
Eventually, Xiao Feng lowered his rifle—his Black Angel was empty.
He then drew a brown alloy blade, brow furrowed, and charged at the enigmatic armored figure.
Xiao Feng's strikes came with unparalleled speed, his focus sharper than ever before, yet the mysterious man remained elusive.
Finally, the man scoffed, "Is that all you've got?"
Wielding his blade, Xiao Feng demanded, "Who exactly are you?"
"Heh, with your pitiful skills, you're hardly worthy to ask," the man retorted, then struck back. With a brutal kick to Xiao Feng's abdomen, he sent him hurtling ten meters before he crashed heavily to the ground, dust billowing around him.
A searing pain twisted through Xiao Feng's stomach, leaving him gasping on the earth. As he struggled to rise, the stranger suddenly appeared before him again.
"Heh, Xiao Feng, I won't come too close—last thing I want is to be paralyzed by your electric abilities," the man sneered.
Xiao Feng looked up, grimacing in pain; the man's speed was so blinding, he had barely registered his movements.
Fixing a fierce glare on the armored figure, Xiao Feng noted the damage to his armor from the harsh landing impact.
The stranger gathered his strength and delivered a devastating punch to Xiao Feng's face.
Kerry and the others heard the crunch of shattering bone—the blow fractured Xiao Feng's cheekbone. His head slammed into the ground with a heavy thud, gouging a deep dent in the earth.
At that moment, Xiao Feng's greatest regret was not wearing his mask; otherwise, this crushing blow might not have inflicted such grievous injury.
The raw power and speed exhibited by the mysterious man stunned everyone.
With one hand, the stranger hoisted Xiao Feng upright. Xiao Feng appeared pitifully weak. The man sneered, "Xiao Feng, you're nothing special. I thought you might be formidable enough to entertain me, but you're so fragile—a single punch finishes you."
Yet, unexpectedly, the battered Xiao Feng smiled wryly, and a fierce surge of electricity coursed through the stranger's body.
The man's expression froze as the electric current surged through him. Seizing the moment, Xiao Feng landed a precise uppercut on the man's jaw, lifting him off the ground.
The stranger had clearly underestimated Xiao Feng's resilience; despite the earlier blow, Xiao Feng retaliated fiercely, cracking the stranger's armor with his strike.
The man was sent flying several meters before slamming down hard.
Xiao Feng clutched his aching arm, the impact against the sturdy armor causing him sharp pain.
Shaken by the electric shock and the punch, the man shook his head dazedly, then swiftly rose, eyes cold and piercing. "Bastard, you've angered me!"
A dark premonition filled Xiao Feng's heart—the mysterious man before him was the strongest adversary he'd ever encountered, far surpassing even Rush and K.
Hesitation flickered within him as the enraged stranger lunged forward, delivering a furious, lightning-fast barrage of punches.
Kerry, Louise, and the others, initially poised to cheer as Xiao Feng landed a punch that felled the man, were quickly silenced when the stranger sprang up and resumed his assault. Their worry deepened; perhaps Xiao Feng was truly no match.
The relentless barrage sounded like an automatic rifle unleashing endless rounds. Unlike a gun's finite ammunition, the strikes on Xiao Feng were seemingly limitless.
Everyone gasped as pieces of Xiao Feng's armor shattered and flew off under the onslaught. Each punch fractured and then pulverized his protective layers. The third tier of his armor lay in ruins.
Finally, with a powerful blow, the man sent Xiao Feng flying more than ten meters.
Xiao Feng lay sprawled, his expression grim. His chest and abdomen armor had been utterly destroyed, a testament to the ferocity of the assault. Bones must have shattered within; for the first time, doubt crept into his heart. Who was this man, and why was he so overwhelmingly powerful?
Lying there, wracked with pain, Xiao Feng's thoughts flashed to the legend of the Seven Monsters. A chill ran through his mind—could this man be one of them?
Kerry and Louise stared in stunned silence at the fallen Xiao Feng, unable to believe that such a formidable warrior was now incapacitated and unable to rise.