Bang, bang.

I emptied the entire magazine without hesitation, striking while the momentum was on my side. Missing this opportunity was not an option.

Of course, Lucas didn’t just stand idly by. He rolled swiftly to the side, evading my bullets, and quickly regained his stance.

I dropped the rifle immediately. The strap kept it from hitting the ground, leaving it to hang against my chest. As quickly as possible, I pulled out my automatic pistol and unleashed another barrage toward Lucas.

While less powerful than rifle rounds, I had loaded the pistol with Maramaros rounds imbued with fire attributes. Despite their lighter charge compared to rifle cartridges, the .45 caliber bullets were far from trivial. They were potent enough to cause explosive damage if they struck a target.

Boom, boom. Small explosions erupted near Lucas’s feet.

However, Lucas had long surpassed the level of a swordmaster in the original work. A monster capable of deflecting bullets with his blade, he had no trouble repositioning himself and countering my attacks. With a leap to the side, he escaped my shooting angle and swung his sword at me.@@novelbin@@

Gritting my teeth, I braced myself and moved to dodge—

—or rather, I tried to.

But before I could even move, the sword slash was intercepted and split in two.

The clash of the two differently colored sword auras scattering in mid-air was so mesmerizing that it stole my attention, even in this tense moment.

“Hmm?”

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