The Youth stared at the hand grenade in his hand, slightly dazed.
"Lean back to the left, crouch, roll to the right." At that moment, the aged voice sounded by his ear again.
The Youth immediately pulled himself back, leaned backward, then instantly crouched and rolled out to the right, dodging away.
At the same time, Scarface Man's palm had already reached back, grabbing toward him.
That broad palm closed on empty air and slapped against the cargo container behind the Youth.
Riiip—
Then, with a crisp sound, the cargo container was torn open directly by that broad palm. Even the tough steel plates were pulled in that instant into long, thin strips of sheet metal.
Seeing this, the Youth swallowed. He looked at Scarface Man's hand and saw that some of the paint had been stripped off that broad palm, revealing the mechanical structure beneath. It was a powerful cybernetic arm.
That arm directly grabbed the strips of metal torn from the cargo container, twisted them into a bundle, and hurled them at the Youth with all its strength.
Superhuman plus cybernetics—what kind of monster was this?
But before panicked thoughts could rise in the Youth's mind, the aged voice sounded again.
"Dodge left."
The Youth immediately moved left, avoiding the strip of metal chopping in from the right.
"Dodge right."
The Youth immediately moved right, avoiding the strip of metal chopping in from the left.
"Hahahaha, hell yeah, that feels great! Again!" Seeing this, Scarface Man excitedly yanked up the metal strips and charged farther toward the Youth.
The heavy metal strips were like a long broom, swung by Scarface Man as they swept across the sky.
The Youth leaned his body back, avoiding the attack.
Immediately after, Scarface Man swung the metal strips downward in a sweep.