Five dazzling ballistic lines spread out in the form of rays, and the sharp wind broke all things around the air corridor. There was almost no time difference. The moment he left the barrel, more than 300 meters away, exploded and collapsed in five bright lines that penetrated it. A heavy sniper rifle with a caliber of nearly fifteen millimeters also exploded at the same time. The splashed debris caught up with a figure that was alert and jumped away in advance, and was all knocked out in an invisible and extremely fast sword light.

"It is not a good habit to leave the building or the ground and let yourself stay in the air for longer!" The muzzle of the revolver did not turn, and Cassia followed the trend and rushed towards the shadow of Sebor. The right hand holding the gun maintained extremely fine control, not affected by running, and maintained its position dynamically, allowing the muzzle rifle to lock the center of Sebor's chest. At the same time, all things that can be seen as perception are concentrated together, and the landing point is completely consistent with the muzzle, gathering at one point on his chest.

"Sebor?" Vaspia roared, reminding and questioning overflowing. At this time, he rushed forward. It took at least one second to reach Sebor, but the somewhat terrifying revolver bullet in his eyes did not take this second at all. After a very brief observation just now, a distance of several hundred meters in front of this caliber could almost be seen as a bombardment that ignored the distance.

The clothes on his legs and arms were torn and shredded by the soaring muscles. The distance was not far from fifty meters, but for him, it still took time!

But when he had a strange vision of more than 180 degrees, a light blue arc appeared out of thin air, crossing more than 100 meters to implicate Cassia and Moses Tels, the moment of tension turned into pathological excitement.

With the crackling sound, the arc fell to the ground, no longer just ablating the ground into a charred shape. The huge energy produced a series of micro explosions, and the heated orange concrete fragments sputtered all the way. The arc accelerated to keep up with Cassia's movement trajectory, swept across the ground in an instant, slashing away with a hundred-meter long sword.

"Boom!" After all, the explosion and dull sound does not take extra time. When the distorted arc approaches, only the muzzle flame can compete for a ball of light of its own.

At the same time, the bright ballistic line was already refracted at an obtuse angle in front of Sebor and flew elsewhere. A large tent of bright sparks was also lit in front of the collapsed watchtower on the top, illuminating a tactical knife that blocked Sebor's eyes but was already close to his forehead. The black paint on the tactical knife fell small pieces, revealing the silver-gray color of the ultimate alloy.

Sebor was not just a head, but his entire body was covered with an oval scale the size of a thumb cover during the period - a heavy yellow-brown color after the soil was dried, and none of them had a delicate feeling, as if they were made of the extremely inferior embryo in the foundry building. His body was covered with a sense of inferior quality, but the overall beauty and harmony were present.

At this time, his body flew backward without being controlled. After a round of landing, he had stabilized his body. His hands and feet landed at the same time - like a small lizard continuing to move forward in the desert to avoid the sun, he began to run rapidly, dancing his limbs in a coordinated sense. A backward rotation had removed the huge impact of the blue silver bullet cannon. The soil and concrete fragments washed away by the limbs were like waves of water, splashing along with the track.

The yellow-brown oval scales immediately disappeared and instantly turned into silver white. Then they were like a mirror that did not have the ability to reflect, absorbing most of the light from their body and immediately disappeared from their field of view.

The next moment, Cassia, Vaspia, Corbró and others hundreds of meters away also immediately discovered that in the unfolding perception, the body belonging to Sebor began to blur and was about to disappear. The feedback was like a faulty lamp, but it was more like a warning light showing an alarm, flashing intermittently.

"Disturbation to perception?" The remaining four people had the same questions. Cassia enhanced the sound pulse output. Although the feedback had delays, Sebor's figure became extremely clear after blurring.

"It seems that although the training method is different from that of the military school, I still have combat experience. Whether it is sight or perception, the concentration point is just interference, and the whole body may be the target." It is expected that the shot will be changed directly but it is completely unexpected.

I tried the power of the blue silver bullet cannon myself, and fired a shot in the head, and was bounced away by silver-white scales, bleeding, and causing nearly half a minute of discomfort. Later, I warned myself not to do this, because the power is indeed huge, and there are not many common guns that can make you feel uncomfortable.

The perception of sound pulses and intermittent flickering still locked on Sebor. Cassia swung Ficino's dagger towards the sweeping arc. In the sight of the five people, a thin film-like substance had blue properties, which directly cut off the arc.

The arc disappeared in the blink of an eye, and molten soil and concrete fragments were splashing. However, when it hit Cassia, it penetrated through his body strangely.

"Bang!" The human-shaped air corridor was formed at this time, twisting in a serpentine shape, and it intersected with Vaspia that had hit the past. The figures of both sides were solid, but Cassia sank the ground with one kick, and the air rolled up all over the place. The blade of the short sword pulled a thin and sharp light, and the tip of the sword passed, as if there was no distance between Vaspia's forehead. However, the foot and the horizontal slash that had been stepped on were almost perfectly avoided by Vaspia who jumped back.

"I don't know if you can have the strength of Miss Hilary Lily." The scene in the southern forest instantly flew through his thoughts - Vaspia may be the easiest to break - this idea suddenly appeared. The instant burst of speed and power is the biggest enemy of the surgeon who is proficient in perception. When the head and thought know the enemy's maximum possibility of action next, but the body cannot keep up with thinking at all, the despair brought is nothing more than painful.

Just like predicting all the future, but also predicting that you cannot live at that time, helplessness and despair are the most moods.

Vaspia jumped continuously, and Cassia kept following up, but each step naturally fell a little distance.

After a synchronous pursuit of more than ten meters, Vaspia finally found an opportunity to escape, quickly opened a safe distance, waiting for the arrival of Corbrou and Moses Teres who were approaching to land.
Chapter completed!