The two were more than twenty meters apart. Bismarck could only dodge, but his opponent was carrying an old-fashioned musket. Bismarck's movements had instead given him the chance to reload.
Now, all the other man had to do was walk closer and pull the trigger, and Bismarck would be dead beyond doubt.
Twenty-odd meters was neither far nor near. Bismarck could only grit his teeth and charge forward.
Watching Bismarck rush toward him, Barabama laughed. At last, he could have his revenge. No one could block a firearm's shot at close range, and with no armor on his body, the other man's chances of survival were nearly zero.
But Bismarck did not charge all the way in. Halfway there, he hurled his spear, catching Barabama off guard. In his panic, Barabama could only pull the trigger.
Barabama's bullet skimmed past Bismarck's scalp, while Bismarck's spear also failed to hit the swiftly dodging Barabama.
In the chaos, Barabama fell to the ground because of his injured foot. He desperately tried to crawl over and grab his short spear.
But his opponent gave him no such chance. Bismarck seized the opening, straddled Barabama, then picked up a human skull beside him and savagely smashed it down at Barabama beneath him.
Barabama might have been stronger than Bismarck, but his armor and the position in which he had fallen restricted his movements. Bismarck, meanwhile, had no intention of letting this chance slip away.
Under the skull's unceasing blows, Barabama gradually lost consciousness. In the end, Bismarck picked up the short spear and ended Barabama's life.
Bismarck sat on the ground and examined the musket. Unfortunately, its bullets were spent, and there was no gunpowder either. Amid the astonished gazes of everyone present, he sat back down beside the corpse and began eating again