The rifle butt and dagger came at Xiao Ran from completely different angles, one from above and one from below. An ordinary person might have been able to dodge the rifle butt, but not necessarily the extremely insidious dagger stabbing upward into the abdomen. And even if they noticed the dagger and chose to retreat, Gauron would certainly pull back the rifle and fire.
With an ordinary person's strength, there was no way to stop someone as violent as Gauron. A kick or punch could not alter his movements. But Xiao Ran was a participant, one with extraordinary physical abilities.
"Childish." Xiao Ran's indifferent voice reached Gauron's ears. Before he could even blink, Gauron felt a fierce blow slam into his abdomen, a blow he could neither resist nor endure.
Xiao Ran merely raised his leg and kicked Gauron in the stomach, sending him flying into the Hell Monarch's armor. He slid down and collapsed onto the ground, mouth wide open and eyes unfocused. The dagger and rifle in his hands fell to the ground as well, completely beyond his strength to hold.
Gauron looked at Xiao Ran with dazed eyes and struggled to stand again. But after lifting one foot without even exerting much force, he dropped to his knees and sprawled face-first onto the ground. Then he opened his mouth and vomited.
Watching Gauron vomit from the blow to his stomach, Xiao Ran merely took a small step back and looked at him with mild disgust. Once Gauron was nearly done, Xiao Ran stepped around him, grabbed the collar of his black Combat Suit, and flung him several meters away, completely separating him from that disgusting mess.
In truth, under equal conditions, a participant's real advantage was not their mecha, skills, or bloodlines. Different worlds possessed stronger mecha,