Bang, bang, bang—!!
Three shots whizzed past, leaving three more bullet holes in Luka's iron arm.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you moving? Huh?!"
Botion held up his gun and sneered at the still-dazed Luka.
"Don't tell me you thought everyone's bullets were as slow as those company dogs'?!"
"Get over here and hit me already! Stop spacing out!!"
At that moment, Luka felt the connection signal to his iron arm becoming intermittent. It seemed that some crucial components had been shattered by Botion's bullets.
He stood frozen in place, staring at Botion's pitch-black muzzle with a deathly pale face.
Only after a long while did he come back to his senses, clench his iron fist, and charge forward.
"That's more like it!"
Seeing this, Botion took a slight step back before firing another shot.
Bang—!!
The bullet was still incredibly fast, grazing past Luka the instant the gunshot rang out.
Luka had dodged in advance. Otherwise, the bullet would have pierced another part of his body.
"Hey! You've finally got a little guts. Come on, come on—let me see what you're made of!!"
Luka remained in his charge, about to reach Botion.
He understood that his opponent had long-range firearms. He had to close the distance to stand a chance of winning.
That was how he had fought Topaz before.
But Luka had miscalculated.
Bang—!!
A second before Luka's iron fist could smash into Botion's chest, Botion suddenly leaned backward and pulled the trigger. The bullet instantly pierced through Luka's shoe.
"Ah—!!"
The searing pain in his foot nearly made Luka collapse. The fist that should have continued downward to strike Botion lost some of its strength in that instant due to the distraction.
"What, don't tell me you've never been hurt in your previous matches?!"
Botion rolled away to