Ye Chen was still in midair. In a flash, he drew the Twin Swords and crossed them before his chest, blocking the blade of energy from Blood Hunt.
Even so, the immense force of the strike shook him. If he hadn't used Thousand-Pound Drop in time, Momonga might have sent him flying like a kite with a severed string.
Ye Chen landed without a sound. A Marine tried to ambush him, aiming at the back of his head before pulling the trigger.
Bang! At such close range, the Marine named A San was sure he had hit him. After firing from behind, he clenched his fist, ready to celebrate.
But just as the bullet was about to strike, Ye Chen bent downward at an uncanny angle. The sparking round grazed his scalp as it flew past.
"How is that possible?" A San stared at Ye Chen, dumbfounded. The next moment, a little girl in a red dress descended before him beneath her Little Flower Umbrella. "You're despicable, attacking from behind like that. You almost startled me."
Almost? So she hadn't been scared at all. Was this girl making fun of him?
"Huh?"
Then A San screamed. Perona's hands had plunged straight into his chest. He felt as though she had seized his heart and could kill him with the slightest squeeze.
But after a moment, A San realized he was unharmed. It had only been a scare. He had barely breathed a sigh of relief when a streak of white light shot out like a meteor and struck him between the brows.
The world spun around him. It felt as though something had ripped his soul from his body.
Ye Chen had taken a moment to flick a finger and finish A San off. Then he sprang toward Momonga like