Just as Lancelot and the others were pinned down by Lu Mingfei's cold shots, their attention drawn to the second floor, Amon moved like a ghost, using the buildings and shell craters as cover to silently circle around toward the flank of this elite Lionheart Society squad.
Even after absorbing some of the Feathered Serpent God's blood and one of Odin's arms, his bloodline rank still remained within the "A" class, on the same level as Chu Zihang and Caesar under normal circumstances.
With the "Precept" domain maintained by the Vice Principal suppressing everything within The Academy, no Spirit Words could be used. Without resorting to deep Blood Rage, defeating this well-equipped, highly trained squad head-on with conventional combat strength alone would not be easy.
Not to mention that Lancelot, another "A" class, was among them.
Fortunately, Lu Mingfei had not disappointed him. He had drawn away plenty of firepower, making things much easier for Amon.
The opportunity was fleeting!
Amon's eyes narrowed as his body shot out from behind cover like a cheetah. Even while sprinting at high speed, the Colt M1911 in his hand remained as steady as a rock.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three rapid, precise shots! Two Lionheart Society members, who had slightly exposed themselves while focusing on the sniper upstairs, fell at once.
Compared to ordinary bullets, Frigg Bullets had their own advantage: there was no need to deliberately aim for vital points. As long as any part of the body was hit, the powerful anesthetic would take effect instantly.
That was probably one little loophole that made this game different from a real battlefield.
Of the two men Amon took down, one had merely extended his arm a few centimeters beyond cover during a tactical movement, allowing Amon to seize the opening.
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