Not a single bullet could actually strike his body.
These were no longer combat skills mortals could comprehend. This was not savage slaughter, but godlike martial prowess that pushed speed, anticipation, and absolute command of the laws of physics to their very limits!
In just a few breaths, he had strolled unscathed through the hundred-meter corridor woven from a lethal hail of bullets and plunged straight into the guards' tightly packed formation.
"Monster! Die!" One guard drew his battle-axe in terror and brought it down toward his head.
Konrad moved.
He did not use the claws that could have gutted them. He remembered his father's teachings: today, he was a judge, not a butcher.
He met the attack at a speed mortal eyes and nerves could not possibly follow.
Crack!
Konrad extended his right hand, slipped precisely into the blind spot of the guard's swing, and twisted his wrist. With an exquisitely deft maneuver, he easily stripped the heavy battle-axe from the guard's grip. At the same time, his thumb pressed lightly against the guard's wrist joint. With a crisp pop of dislocation, the guard's entire right arm fell limp.
Thump!
Without breaking stride, he turned sideways and drove his shoulder with pinpoint precision into the chest armor of another guard who was trying to raise his gun. The perfectly measured force passed straight through the ballistic ceramic and jolted the man's diaphragm. The guard grunted, instantly seized by a crippling spasm that left him unable to breathe. He collapsed, incapacitated, yet without the slightest risk of a ruptured organ.
Smack!
He hooked one hand into a claw and seized a third guard's gun-wielding wrist as swiftly as lightning. A slight tightening of his five fingers sent the rifle clattering to the ground. Then Konrad's long fingers swept over several