Smiling, Luke slowly lowered his left hand and put his shield back in front of his chest. He turned his head unhurriedly and sized up the three attackers.
The three people who had been sent flying by him immediately stood up.
However, No. 2's left hand was hanging by his side like a chicken claw.
No. 3's hands were intact, but they were shaking like a late-stage Parkinson's patient, and there were two bloody holes in the back of his hand.
Only No. 1's hands were still shaking, but at least they looked intact.
"You're not a Night Demon!" No. 1 suddenly said. "A Night Demon isn't that strong."
Hearing that, a mysterious smile slowly appeared on Luke's poker face. "No, I'm a Night Demon."
Because I paid you! He added inwardly that he wasn't lying.
"Impossible! A Night Demon has never learned how to use these antique weapons, "No. 2 said through gritted teeth.
Luke said, "That's right. This is indeed my first time using them, but it doesn't affect me …"
Clang!
No. 1's vision blurred, and a spiked hammer flew at him.
He subconsciously rolled backward, only to feel a chill on his scalp, which then turned into a burning line.
No. 2's right claw grabbed the knight's shield again.
At that moment, Luke finally said, "… I'll beat you to death."
Luke swung his left arm in a half-circle, and the handle of the hammer hit the edge of the knight's shield, but the head of the hammer was pulled along by the chain and smashed into No. 2's right shoulder from the side.
There was the sound of bones cracking, and No. 2's shoulder instantly caved in. He screamed as he was sent flying with a splash of blood.
Noticing the shadow that flashed past the corner of his eye, Luke suddenly felt that the position of the shadow was too cool. He couldn't help but raise his right foot and kick out.
The shadow of his right foot pierced through No. 3's waving claws and stomped on his chest. Delighted, Luke couldn't help but let out a classic battle roar.
"Is …
Sparta~~~”
Bang! Boom!
No. 3 was sent flying even faster and farther this time, and smashed into a wall ten meters away, leaving a huge hole in it.
"Pu!" No. 3 couldn't take it anymore and vomited a mouthful of blood.
In his eyes, there was no longer the coldness and arrogance from before. Instead, there was extreme shock. How is this possible? How could this guy still have such extraordinary strength?
If Luke's Strength and Dexterity were 1 when he fought the criminals, he was at most 3 when he dealt with their first ambush.
In this second exchange, Luke's Strength and Dexterity were at least 6.
How could there be such a monster who could multiply his strength so easily in this world!
Number Three finally realized that his opponent had not used his full strength since the beginning.
How could someone who could kill the legendary assassin, the old monster Sloan of the Fraternity, be so ordinary?
Without an overwhelming advantage, how could he have killed Sloan and the twenty famous assassins?
Luke kicked out, but before his foot landed, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He subconsciously curled his body into a ball and raised his Knight Shield to protect his side. Other than his legs, his entire body was hidden behind the shield.
Bang, bang, bang!
Three gunshots rang in his ears. He felt a pain in his right calf, and the knight's shield clanged twice.
A force that wasn't too strong came from the shield, but Luke's eyes lit up. "Are you finally going to attack?"
In fact, three bullets had been fired at his head, chest, and thigh.
The first two had been blocked by the Knight Shield, but the one in the thigh had hit his exposed calf, which was pure bad luck.
But that didn't affect his evaluation of the shooter's marksmanship — it was a top-notch shooter.
Only such a top-notch shooter could have found such an ingenious opportunity to make it impossible for Luke to completely dodge the attack.
If he hadn't been holding the Knight Shield, he might have even been hit in the torso.
The bullets that had been fired weren't from a sniper rifle, but from a small-caliber rifle, which was also a very targeted choice.
Unless it was an anti-material weapon like the Barrett, a single bullet was of limited threat to him.
Rather than that, he might as well use an assault rifle that had a higher rate of fire and capacity.
A hit in the head would naturally be an instant kill.
A hit in the chest and thigh would at least slow down Luke's movement speed.
This shooter's thoughts were so clear, his marksmanship was so precise, and he just happened to appear here.
It was most likely the top-notch sniper who had assassinated Jaina.
Stepping into a trap had actually drawn out two groups of people. That was truly a pleasant surprise.
Luke rolled to the ground and limped into the counter on the side. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Three bullets whizzed through the glass of the counter and hit the spot where he had just run.
Luke secretly praised the guy inwardly. This guy had actually predicted where he was going to hide and adjusted his position accordingly.
There weren't many windows in this building that could be attacked from the outside, which was why he had chosen this place to start the battle.
But this guy was able to overcome this disadvantage and chase him outside the building. He was definitely a top-notch expert.
Just as he was thinking about this, he heard some unusual movements in his ears.
He turned his head, only to see that Attackers One, Two, and Three had all hidden themselves, but there was a strange sucking sound coming from where they were hiding.
Luke raised an eyebrow and realized what was going on. Exerting strength on his feet, he placed the Knight Shield in his right hand on the ground and lay down on it as he skated toward Number Two, who was the closest to him.
Among Number One, Two, and Three, this guy was average in strength and level of injury.
But coincidentally, he was injured in both his arms, which were currently the one with the weakest resistance.
It was overkill, but it was worth it to use it to eliminate an opponent that wasn't too strong or weak.
The sound of the shield scraping against the ground could be heard seven or eight meters away, and Luke slid out not far away from Number Two.
He saw that Number Two was holding a criminal who was on his last breath and had his head buried in the criminal's neck. At first glance, it looked like they were two men on top of one another.
Luke hooked his leg around the corner of the counter and immediately turned around to charge at Number Two, swinging the chain hammer in his hand at him.
While Number Two was intoxicated by the thrill, he was even more afraid of the terrifying chain hammer that had seriously injured him. He raised his hand and threw the criminal he was holding between the two of them.
Unexpectedly, Luke exerted strength on his feet again, and the shield suddenly sped up. He swept past the criminal and smashed the barbed hammer the size of a sandbag into the side of Number Two's ankle.
With a crack, Number Two was sent flying. His eyes were full of pain and bloodthirst as he opened his claws and stabbed at Luke.
It was as if he wanted to nail Luke to the floor.
Luke, however, turned around, and the Knight Shield that he had been using as a skateboard hit Number Two's claws.
Number Two spun as he flew away.
Luke's expression turned serious again. Instead of chasing after the injured Number Two, he moved the Knight Shield to his head.
Bang! Bang!
Three gunshots rang out.
Clang! Clang!
Three bullets landed on the Knight Shield again.
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