Luke couldn't help but find it funny. "I'm not wearing armor, and you think you have a chance?"
Before he spoke, his right hand had already been yanked out of his pocket by the vines, and the short stick in his right hand snapped open into two long sticks that were about 1.5 meters long.
It couldn't be helped. He had said that he would give them a chance, and it wasn't convenient to hit them with the back of a knife.
Bang!
A black and white umbrella popped out from the tip of the long stick to block the electric arc.
The electric arc struck the surface of the umbrella and disappeared immediately. It was completely useless.
With a turn of his wrist, the umbrella quickly spun around his body, and the sharp edge of the umbrella easily cut through the vines that were binding him.
He closed the umbrella and rushed forward, arriving in front of the flowering shrubs.
His eyes met the shocked young man's, and he saw a dark red mark on the young man's forehead, which Luke had left with the back of his saber three days ago.
"We meet again." Luke grinned and smashed down with the long stick.
Duang！
The young man fell to the ground, and an even thicker red mark slowly appeared on his forehead, completely covering the previous dark red mark.
A white pillar of air shot over from the other side. Under the noon sun, the pillar of air flickered with fragmented light.
Luke opened the umbrella and blocked it. The white pillar of air hit the umbrella, and it was instantly covered in ice.
"Frozen? Interesting. "Holding the umbrella, Luke quickly jumped up to a girl who was spitting out a white pillar of air.
He moved to the side and retracted the umbrella's head when it hit the girl's stomach.
The freezing pillar of air in the girl's mouth was immediately cut off. Her face flushed, she clutched her stomach and fell to her knees.
After holding her breath for a few seconds, she vomited the lunch that she had just eaten not long ago.
Sweeping past her, Luke didn't stop and lunged at an old acquaintance — the middle-aged man who had been hit by the electric arc the other day.
But the guy was very brave today. Faced with Luke's attack, he stretched out his hands.
Luke chuckled and made a serpentine maneuver as if he had foreseen what was going to happen.
The middle-aged man's arms suddenly lengthened, and he subconsciously reached out to grab Luke.
In the end, his long arms almost twisted into a dough twist, but he still couldn't touch Luke.
By the time Luke arrived in front of him, the man's hands had already sunk into a U.
As the saying goes, it's beyond one's reach.
Seeing the cold smile on Luke's face and the umbrella, he couldn't help but wail, "No!"
Luke brushed past him and stabbed him in the back with the umbrella. White sparks flew between them.
Sizzle!
The middle-aged man screamed in pain and hopped away from the scene.
Luke snorted inwardly. Do you really think I don't know how thick your skin is and how you can take physical blows?
In fact, the electric current could only cause pain to the guy nicknamed "Sticky Candy". It wouldn't cause too much damage.
The problem was that due to this guy's special ability, he basically didn't feel any pain.
He wasn't an iron blooded man who had been training for a long time. After his ability awakened, his pain tolerance was greatly reduced.
The pain caused by the electric current stimulation was unbearable even for a moment.
Just like three days ago, this sticky candy screamed as it ran away. Two slender beams of red light shot toward Luke's legs.
Bang!
The black and white umbrella opened to cover him again.
Smoke rose from the surface of the umbrella where the two beams of red light hit. The attacker was delighted. It worked? Increase the intensity!
The red beams of light, which had been as thin as pencils, instantly expanded to the thickness of a forearm. The umbrella sizzled as more smoke rose.
And then … two small pieces of the umbrella's shiny surface appeared.
“WTF？” A young man who was holding sunglasses couldn't help but curse. Even the red light in his eyes dimmed for a moment. So, what he had burnt just now was just the surface of the umbrella?
Luke, however, didn't give him any more time to be surprised. He closed the umbrella and hit it again.
Duang！
The eyes of the young man who was glowing at him rolled back and he fainted.
Luke stepped forward and jumped into the air, charging at a tree twenty meters away. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four gunshots rang out from four different directions. The attackers had taken advantage of the fact that the strange umbrella couldn't protect him in four directions at the same time.
Bang!
The canopy opened behind Luke, and he suddenly slowed down in the air as he leisurely watched the four bullets fly by one meter in front of him.
Shua!
Closing the umbrella, he quickly fell into the canopy of the tree. His figure flashed between the branches before he landed on the ground.
At that moment, the branches of the tree suddenly bent and pressed down on him.
Luke raised the handle of the umbrella.
Boom!
Amidst the violent roar, a two-meter-wide stone platform under the big tree, which provided shade for people to rest on, was smashed into pieces by the umbrella handle.
Luke didn't look at the stone platform. Instead, he stared at the tree next to him. "I'll kill you if you move again."
The branches that were pressing down on the tree suddenly shrank and returned to their original form. They looked no different from a regular tree. Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Four more gunshots rang out.
The smile on Luke's face became a little strange, and he stepped aside.
Pu! Pu!
Two holes appeared in the thick trunk of the tree.
"Ah!" The tree suddenly screamed as dark green liquid flowed out of the two bullet holes.
The four snipers hesitated at the scream. How were they supposed to fight when they had actually shot their teammate?
But very soon, they didn't have to hesitate anymore, because Luke took out a … pistol from his trouser pocket.
Everyone who was watching him was a little stunned. That wasn't right. How could his trouser pocket contain such a big gun?
Luke swung his body with his arm.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The gunshots stopped as his body and arm spun around.
Although the four snipers who were a hundred meters away were certain that it was impossible for them to hit a target a hundred meters away, they still moved a little out of habit.
And then … the four bullets followed their movements, drawing out a tiny arc at the same time and piercing into their right arms.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Four miserable cries sounded almost in unison. The four snipers covered their right arms, where a warm bullet hole had already appeared.
Luke raised his hand and pointed his ivory Colt 1911 at a bush twenty meters to the side. "Get lost."
Amidst the rustling sounds, the old Asian man covered his head and fled like a rat, becoming a deserter just like the middle-aged man who was chewing gum.
He couldn't block bullets with his ability, much less dodge a terrifying shot that could hit him four times within a hundred meters. If he didn't run, would he just sit there and be shot?
This was the merciless Death Knell of the God of Slaughter!
Luke moved his gun again, but before he could aim it, an Asian man slowly stood up from another bush.
He raised his hands and put on an awkward and honest smile. "Got it. I'll get lost too."
Saying that, he didn't turn around or put down his hands, but simply retreated.
As a fighter, he was very fast even when he was running backward. He wasn't much slower than the old Asian man, and soon disappeared out of the small garden.
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