Bang!
This time, it was Charlotte who fired.
A ball of sparks created a small crater on the ground beside Yoda. A large amount of gravel exploded, forcing Yoda to flip over to avoid the gravel.
Charlotte held a purplish-red pistol in her hand, but it was one size bigger than a normal pistol. Green smoke was coming out from the muzzle of the gun.
After missing her shot, she immediately put away her pistol and left her original position in a flash.
Two gunshots were heard, and two small craters appeared where she had just left.
Yoda's forehead was sweating, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.
He knew some information about Charlotte. She was once one of the Four Royal Generals, and her biggest characteristic was her strong intuition and agility. Her flexible and boneless body could do a lot of unimaginable attacking and dodging moves.
But this wasn't the most troublesome part.
The most troublesome part was Charlotte's secret technique, the Ten Finger Flying Needles.
This was a hidden weapon technique that used thin needles as hidden weapons, and skillfully applied a layer of compound poison on the needles.
If she was touched, she would definitely die from the poison. Even Charlotte herself didn't have the antidote.
Moreover, this flying needle was specially made, and it was silent after it was shot.
"Looks like I'm going to lose big this time …" Yoda muttered softly. He tightened the thread in his hand, and the muzzles of the eight sniper rifles moved slightly. At the same time, there was a slight clicking sound, as if something was being adjusted.
This was the true secret that Dragon King Yoda had never revealed, a true secret that no living person had ever seen. But now, he wasn't going to hide it anymore.
At the same time, Charlotte, who was at the edge of the roof, felt her scalp go numb. Without thinking, she fell backward and fell down the building.
Bang!!
*****
Garon stopped in his tracks, and looked at the direction of the sound coming from inside the manor.
The gunshots above the manor were gradually dying down, and it was obvious that the battle was coming to an end.
This time, the dull gunshots were completely different from before, and it gave off a strange feeling.
Garon looked around, and there were bullet holes and blood everywhere on the ground. The bodies of soldiers and assassins were scattered everywhere, and some of the buildings were already burning. The fire was burning the wood inside, and there was a continuous explosion.
The entire manor, which was originally beautiful, had turned into a dead zone. The air reeked of gunpowder and blood.
Garon stepped over the two corpses that were wrestling to death and frowned slightly.
Although he had been through many battles and his hands were stained with blood, he still felt a faint sense of unreality when he saw such a tragic small battlefield.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary young man, an office worker. After he came to this world, he started to pursue martial arts. Unknowingly, he walked to this step.
He was a powerful Grandmaster of Combat who was born with a special ability, and was already at the pinnacle of martial arts in this world. From a normal person to a Grandmaster of Combat who could kill with a wave of his hand, this huge leap was something that even he did not expect.
Walking in the increasingly quiet manor, only the sound of gunshots could be heard from afar.
Garon suddenly saw a corpse whose waist had been cut in half by a machine gun. It was a young male soldier. His eyes were wide open, as if he had not figured out what had happened.
This type of machine gun was considered a heavy machine gun. Garen glanced at the crater on the ground and made a rough estimation.
"If five heavy machine guns were to hit me at the same time, the impact would probably be enough to stop me from moving forward. So this is the power of a firearm … "
He sighed and quickly ran towards the lawn in the middle of the manor. That was the agreed meeting place. Aris, Su Lin, Dragon King, and the others would all gather there.
Because the Director of the Special Agent Bureau, Su Lin's father, and the rest of the strongest forces were all gathered there.
Not long after, he took care of a few surviving green-clothed assassins along the way. Soon, he reached the lawn in the middle.
A large area of the lawn looked like it had been shoveled away by a bulldozer. The green grass had completely turned into black mud. There were traces of explosions everywhere on the ground.
Garon walked to the edge of the uprooted grass and squatted down to check it out.
"What an intense battle!"
He muttered.
"A master of the previous generation who was at least fifty or sixty years old could still have such explosive power." He was a Grandmaster of Combat himself, so he could naturally see some traces of a battle from these traces. "Compared to that Wang General just now, he was like a completely different person!"
Slap!
Suddenly, there was the sound of something slapping in the distance.
Without hesitation, Garen got up and rushed in that direction. There was a small, lonely church with a silver cross at the top of the white spire.
With a bang, the church's main door was slammed open. Garen abruptly stopped in his tracks as his expression changed.
The church's arched hall was a mess.
Su Lin's father, Lieutenant General Crohn, and another bearded bald man were half-lying in the two corners. Both of them were covered in blood, and there were human limbs and organs all around them on the ground.
The red carpet looked even more bloody and dark red.
Other than Crohn and the other man, there were also Aris and a few guards who looked terrified. They stood in front of the two generals to protect them. Their hands holding their guns were trembling slightly. Their eyes were fixed on a black-cloaked figure half-squatting in the middle of the red carpet.
"Someone else is here?"
The black-cloaked figure stood up, his voice hoarse. A few drops of blood slowly dripped from the side of his black leather boots. Obviously, he was also injured.
Garon narrowed his eyes and was about to speak. Suddenly, a wall not far from the church opened up on the ground and three people came out. It was Su Lin, Yoda, and the colonel.
"Duskdune Shura!" Yoda saw the black-cloaked figure standing in the middle as soon as he came out. He looked around and his expression suddenly changed.
"Yoda, long time no see." Duskdune Shura looked at the Dragon King, his voice flat. "Unfortunately, you are still standing in front of me."
"You should have killed me after all these years." The Dragon King calmed down and replied coldly. "Unfortunately, you didn't."
"Where's Charlotte?" Duskdune Shura suddenly asked.
"She ran away after being injured by me. She won't be coming to support you in the near future. " Yoda pulled his hand and eight anti-materiel rifles instantly formed a fan, aiming at Duskdune Shura and the surrounding area.
"At this point, the outcome has already been decided." Duskdune Shura looked away and fell on Lieutenant General Crohn who was leaning against the corner of the wall. "Hand it over, Lieutenant General Crohn."
"I didn't expect your gun skills to be as terrifying as your martial arts. No wonder you are the leader of the strongest assassin organization." Crohn sneered. "You can take it, but it's not here. It's in another place, a little further away. "
"My martial arts have reached the point where there is no improvement." Duskdune Shura said calmly. "There are no martial artists in the world who can beat me. Even Palosa can only stop at my level. "
He said faintly, and there was a kind of domineering tone in his voice.
"I have reached the realm of transcendence, but unfortunately … I still can't resist the erosion of time." He raised his head high and finally lifted the black cloak on his head.
It was a thin old man with a white beard. His hair was completely white, and so were his eyebrows. The strangest thing was that his eyes were also white!
His face was full of wrinkles like the bark of an old tree. It was obvious that he was at least seventy or eighty years old.
"The Golden Sword Throne, the key to unlock the legendary higher level of martial arts. It is now my only hope." Duskdune Shura looked at Crohn calmly. "I am almost eighty years old. I don't have the time to find my own path. "
"Why are you talking so much?" Garon interrupted him and took a step forward. "Victory or defeat, we'll talk about it after we fight!"
Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward and stomped on the ground with his Stomp Form.
The whole church roared, and the huge sound wave seemed to shake the church.
Everyone's eardrums were ringing, and it was all a fine buzzing sound. It was caused by temporary deafness.
Garon rushed forward like an arrow, and the sound of the wind brought by his body faintly sounded like the roar of an elephant. He raised his hand and chopped down from above, and the sound of an elephant swinging its trunk could be heard faintly in the air.
As soon as Garon entered, he felt a strong invisible aura suppressing the whole church. The shadow of a lion was slowly crouching on Duskdune Shura's body. It was a spiritual shadow created by a strong aura. When Duskdune Shura didn't explode, the average martial artist wouldn't be able to see the situation.
But as soon as Garon entered, he felt that this person's aura was almost the same as his own. He was almost eighty years old and still able to maintain such a strong physique.
This aura was much stronger than Andrela's, and could be compared to his current self.
"Junior! You think you have a chance when I'm injured? "Duskdune Shura sneered and turned around." A new Grandmaster of Combat trying to challenge a senior. You're courting death! "
He put his hands together lightly, and landed on the side of Garon's chop. A light pat.
Bam!
Garon was stunned. The chop contained most of his strength, but it was deflected by a light pat.
Bam!
A crater appeared in front of Duskdune Shura's feet, but he easily dodged it by a hair's breadth.
The old man reached out with his palm. His speed was neither fast nor slow, but there was no way to avoid it. He swatted away Garon's other hand's Shoot Form, and lightly patted on his chest.
"Lock!" He shouted in a low voice.
Garon's body froze on the spot as if he was struck by lightning.
He felt his chest stiffen all of a sudden, and he couldn't control it at all. It was as if his flesh and blood had turned into a cold hard stone.
"Young man, martial arts isn't something you can win with strength alone."
Duskdune Shura took a step back, his face calm.
"We'll talk after you win!" Garon sneered. His body suddenly expanded from 1.7 meters to 1.9 meters.
Shoot! Stomp! Swing!
Three forms in one!
Garon's right elbow shot out, and with a stomp, the whole ground shook slightly again. His elbow turned into an arc midway, changing from Shoot Form to Swing Form.
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