The night wind tore through layers of clouds, and moonlight so pale it was almost blinding fell by the cliff.
Qin Wei held his rifle, his knees buried in the tall lovegrass swaying in the wind. Opposite him, the murderous Talon crossed his Hidden Blades, scraping sparks from them.
The scene reminded Will of his battle with Genichiro Ashina in the reeds years ago. The difference was that this was no longer a game world,
but reality, through and through.
Qin Wei could feel sweat seeping from his palms. The biting wind stirred the grass tips, then swept across the backs of his hands, carrying away some of his body heat.
Having learned his lesson last time, William had dropped his habit of wasting words. He pressed his toes into the ground and lowered his center of gravity. After briefly gathering strength, he opened the fight with a low forward charge.
Wary of the rifle in Qin Wei's hands, William avoided a straight approach, constantly shifting his weight as he darted left and right. He was indeed much more cautious now,
and although he suspected Qin Wei had long since emptied his magazine, William was unwilling to gamble again, even with his healing ability.
That cautious decision saved his life.
Qin Wei's rifle did indeed still hold a magazine of ammunition-a magazine of dumdum rounds capable of blowing his skull to pieces.
But those bullets were gradually losing their usefulness as the distance between them shrank.
Within seven paces, a gun was both fast and accurate, but that saying did not quite apply to an assassin whose movements were so elusive.
William Cobb was simply too fast.
He had been over thirty feet away, yet in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Qin Wei.
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