Out of the corner of his eye, Ronan caught sight of the heavily armored warrior charging straight at him.
With a flick of his right wrist holding the gun, he popped open the revolver's cylinder and dumped out all the spent casings.
His left thumb moved swiftly, snapping the bullets in his palm into the cylinder with unerring precision.
He reloaded in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, Ronan raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the heavily armored warrior.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He emptied all six rounds in seconds, every shot striking the opponent's head.
Yet when the bullets hit the steel helmet, they ricocheted away, leaving behind only shallow dents.
Its defense was astonishingly strong!
Ronan's expression changed, and he immediately sprang backward.
Drawing his cross sword.
"Die!"
By then, the heavily armored warrior had already charged in front of Ronan. Roaring in fury, he swung his battle axe down at Ronan's head.
The blow carried crushing force. The silver-gray axe blade howled through the air as though it could cleave open mountains!
A transcendent!
The opponent's speed, strength, and sheer presence were clearly beyond anything an ordinary person could possess. Even Ronan felt threatened.
He did not meet the armored warrior's axe head-on. At the critical instant, he twisted aside, and the cross sword clenched in his hand flashed like lightning toward the man's neck.
Though Ronan's strength had recovered only a tiny fraction since his descent.
His mastery of martial skills and combat experience would not vanish simply because he had changed bodies.
The cold sword edge swept across the armored warrior's neck, leaving a deep mark on the gorget of his armor!
This heavily armored warrior was wrapped from head to toe in steel. In his haste, Ronan could not find any