Yet to everyone's surprise, Moke completely ignored the whistling bullets rushing toward him and remained utterly unfazed.
He gripped the mysterious, powerful Flame Demon tightly in his hand. Not only was he not disturbed in the slightest, he even accelerated his movement slightly.
Just as the deadly bullets were about to strike him, he suddenly swung Flame Demon and slashed fiercely at Onigumo before him with overwhelming force.
The incomparably sharp blade sliced through the air like lightning, trailing a dazzling streak of fire.
In the blink of an eye, it mercilessly landed on Onigumo's chest. The strike was so fast that its trajectory was almost impossible to follow. The blade paused briefly before Onigumo's chest before swiftly withdrawing.
The speed had been so great that no one had time to see what had actually happened.
When they came back to their senses, everyone discovered in shock that Onigumo's chest appeared completely unharmed, just as it had been before.
Yet in the very next moment, countless bullets poured down upon Moke like a torrential rain.
Facing such dense gunfire, Moke showed no fear and remained standing firmly where he was.
Even more incredibly, the bullets that should have easily pierced steel and killed a man seemed to strike an invisible shield when they hit him, all of them bouncing away.
They struck Moke's body with crisp, pleasant sounds, more like little candy beans dropping onto the ground.
Once the gunfire had finally stopped and silence returned to the surroundings, Onigumo stared blankly at the six short swords in his hands, which had already broken into several pieces. His pupils suddenly contracted until they resembled needlepoints.
At the same time, a piercing pain suddenly erupted from his chest, making him lower his head involuntarily to inspect it.
He only took one