But You're All Just a Bunch of Little Brothers...

"Move!"

The moment Fang Zheng's words fell, Little Black sprang into action, kicking a soldier beside her squarely in the chest. The tall, burly soldier had never expected the girl before him, who looked less than half his height, to suddenly attack. Caught off guard, he was sent flying with a scream.

At the same time, Little Black grabbed the handgun she had pulled from the soldier's waist and pulled the trigger at the enemies beside her!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

With the gunfire, fully armed soldiers fell one after another. Though they were practically sealed up from head to toe, Little Black was an ARCHER. Any projectile was easy for her to handle, let alone a mere handgun!

The entire sequence took place in the blink of an eye. Little Black snatched the pistol from the soldier's waist, kicked him flying, then used the recoil to spin one hundred and eighty degrees through the air while firing. That series of complicated movements happened in an instant. When Little Black landed again, the pistol in her hand was empty. The smoking magazine clattered to the ground, and only then did the soldiers surrounding Little Black and Fang Zheng sway and collapse like puppets.

"Attack! Attack!!"

Even the other soldiers nearby were dumbfounded by the sight, but they quickly reacted.

"Attack! Kill them! Raise the targets' danger level—"

But the leading soldier did not even finish speaking.

With a casual flick of Fang Zheng's right hand, the soldiers saw a dazzling silver flash burst like fireworks through the dim warehouse. Countless "sparks" passed through their bodies like phantoms. Then, as though a film were playing in reverse, the scattered "sparks" flowed back together and contracted. With another flash of light, the Pitch Black Greatsword in Fang Zheng's hand returned to its original