God's Perspective

"The major is dead!"

"Fire!"

Amid shrill cries, batches of soldiers who had just passed by turned around at once, their gun barrels aimed at Mu Fan.

The instant the soldiers before him opened fire, Mu Fan stepped sideways, using the recoil to launch himself into an airborne roll, his body twisting into an unnatural posture.

He reached out with one hand, grabbed the Exoskeleton Armor corpse lying on the ground, and flung it forward with a roar.

Countless bullets struck the massive exoskeleton body, sending sparks flying.

Then, having just landed, Mu Fan fixed his eyes on a rock fault 15.6 meters to the east and instantly turned into an afterimage again, springing out in an extremely twisted pose.

The soldiers firing in panic discovered in horror that their bullets could not hit that figure at all.

The movements made by the killer wearing a Federation soldier's uniform completely exceeded the limits human joints could withstand. From a distance, he did not even look human.

This was Mu Fan's first time using the Limit Nine Forms in such concentrated gunfire, feeling scorching bullet trails streak past between his limbs.

There was not a trace of fluctuation in Mu Fan's calm gaze. So this was what it felt like to dance with death?

Spherical compression, reverse skeletal folding, spinning serpent leap...

With several swift bounds from Mu Fan, he executed those dazzling movements with practiced ease, while the soldiers witnessing such a sight for the first time fired bullet after bullet into his afterimages.

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. Just as the afterimage was clearly leaping through the air, it suddenly vanished. Every bullet missed and struck the ground, kicking up a spray of stone chips.

Where had he gone?

The soldiers exchanged uncertain, frightened looks, then charged over with their guns raised.