At that critical moment, the hydraulic rod connected to Hanzo's neck suddenly accelerated sharply, and the head that stored his precious brain shifted to the right with it, narrowly dodging Han's airborne kick.
Crack!
No, he had not dodged it completely. Amid a crisp shattering sound, Hanzo's entire left shoulder was utterly destroyed. Countless parts scattered in every direction, and a dark, viscous unknown liquid sprayed from the damaged area, drenching him.
"My Lord Hanzo! Hold on!"
On the other side of the real-time monitor, Hydrangea's face was deathly pale. She had no time to clean the filth from the corner of her mouth. Her hands flew rapidly over the keyboard in front of her, analyzing Han's next attack trajectory frame by frame while ordering her subordinates to immediately send Hanzo a replacement mechanical prosthetic limb.
"Hurry and launch the spare part!"
"Yes!"
The rain ninja, who had vomited until his legs were weak, forced himself up and quickly began adjusting the backup unit.
"Whew... he actually dodged?"
Han, who had brushed past Hanzo, turned around and looked at Hanzo's miserable state, a hint of shock in his bloodshot eyes.
He had clearly aimed for Hanzo's head, yet the other party had actually reacted within a hair's breadth.
"But with the next blow, you won't be so lucky."
With that, Han once again assumed the same charging stance as before, his gaze locked tightly on Hanzo's head, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.
"I have never relied on luck to live until now."
Expressionless, Hanzo used his remaining right hand to wipe the black oil from his face and responded in a flat tone.
"Hmph! Still stubborn when death is at your door."
The steam around Han grew denser and denser. The high heat easily penetrated the thin soft