I'm in the Ark, a player.

The bald, red-armed man who was sitting here has been beaten and sent to the intensive care unit. I heard he broke one leg, three ribs, suffered a severe concussion, a skull fracture, and several internal bleeding points.

The people sitting in this room now, managing the casino, are thugs transferred from other outposts.

"What's that noise?! Has someone broken in?"

The thug leader naturally heard the commotion coming from downstairs—explosions, shouts, and the sound of tables and chairs overturning. The noise even shook the water in his teacup through the floorboards.

He frowned, tucked the cigarette behind his ear, and was about to get up and go down to check when the office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Head! Head!!!"

"Oh no! The Dawnbreakers are attacking!!!"

His subordinate rushed in, his voice trembling slightly.

"What is that!?"

The henchman's brows furrowed even more.

"A woman with a Dawnbreaker badge pinned to her chest stormed in!"

"damn it--"

The henchman slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

The chair slid backward quite a distance, crashing into the wall.

"It must have been sent by another gang!"

That bald guy is a complete waste. Not only did they smash up our casino, but they also couldn't catch the culprit—making other gangs think we're not as powerful as we appear, and they're all starting to get restless.

This guy really left me with such a huge mess!

The henchman grabbed the sledgehammer that was next to the table and went downstairs.

He walked down the stairs, turned the corner, and saw the orange-red figure venting his anger in the casino lobby.

"Damn Dawn Destroyers! How dare they come and cause trouble in our Ironclad territory!"

Do you really think we're the kind of gang that's all bark and no bite?

He started cursing.

Fiameta stopped moving.

She slowly turned around and looked at the man standing on the stairs, his face unusually gloomy.

".............What did you just say?"

Fiame stared intently at the henchman and questioned him.

"Did you just call me... Dawnbreaker?"

"What's wrong! The badge on your chest clearly identifies you, and now you won't let us shout?"

The henchman said irritably.

"Dawn Destroyer, I never expected you to be such a coward who dares to do something but not take responsibility!"

*Latland slang and profanity*

"You need to repent!"

The next second he was met with Fiameta's crossbow shot, which started at zero frames.

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Chapter 43, the afterimage effect has been removed.

The henchman wasn't stupid; he naturally sensed something was amiss during the conversation.

When Fiameta made a move, he didn't hesitate, didn't waver, and didn't even have time to think; his body reacted faster than his brain!

His knees bent, his center of gravity shifted, and he fell to the side in a slightly clumsy but extremely fast tumble, rolling down the stairs. His shoulder hit the edge of the step, and his back slammed into the handrail, but his speed didn't decrease.

He rolled, rolled, and rolled again until he finally crashed onto the ground floor and slid half a meter before coming to a stop.

And at the very moment he left the stairs—

Burning shells shot out from the crossbow.

The blazing flame unfurled in the air like a burning bird, its wings churning with tongues of fire, its tail a trailing streak of light, sweeping across the ground and leaving scorch marks before striking the staircase where the henchman had been standing—and exploding!

Flames engulfed the entire staircase, and a wave of heat hit us. The wooden steps were blasted into pieces!

The thug scrambled to his feet, grabbed his hammer, and charged toward Fiameta.

He wanted to take the opportunity to get closer.

Both of their weapons are ranged weapons. Against a marksman like that, getting close to them would definitely be to my advantage!

Even the fastest crossbow cannon has a reload speed; if you're using both hands for weapons, the reload speed will inevitably be slow.

No matter how powerful a grenade launcher is, you can't fire it at close range, or you'll hurt yourself!

Once I get close enough and prevent her from firing another shot, I can easily pin her to the ground and beat her down!

But he only took a few steps before abruptly stopping.

Because the scorching marks on the ground in front of him burst open one after another!

One after another, like lit fuses, the flames exploded along the scorch marks on the ground!

Originium Arts? Or the properties of the projectile?

Whatever it is

With such high temperatures, even wearing the thickest armor would be as effective as not wearing any armor at all in the face of such an attack.

It's a bit tricky, but we can still put up a fight.

His thoughts had barely formed when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps behind him!

The henchman instinctively turned around, gripped the sledgehammer with both hands, and held it horizontally in front of him—

A black sword pierced through the air!

The blade tore through the air and crashed down with a sharp whistling sound!

In the clash of steel, the thug leader felt his hand go numb from the shock!

Fortunately, after someone broke the handle of my hammer last time, I replaced it with a one-piece hammer!

The materials used are excellent, made with a mixture of D32 steel, and the quality is top-notch!

Otherwise, this blow would have landed squarely on me again.

Where are you looking?

There's more than one person here!

Qin Tianling smiled and brandished his black sword, continuing to strike.

The thug was forced to parry.

Vertical split,

Parry,

Vertical split,

Parry,

The hammer handle was held horizontally in front of him, blocking the blow after blow. The sound of metal clashing echoed rapidly through the casino hall, like the most frenzied hammering in a blacksmith's shop.

Is that all you can do?!

A hint of disdain flashed through the thug's mind as he watched Qin Tianling repeat the same action over and over.

Turns out you're just a complete novice, you don't even know the most basic swordsmanship, all you know is this one move. Wait till I find your opening and beat you to a pulp—

wrong!

wrong!!!

Why didn't this guy sheathe his sword?

This person swung his sword but didn't retract it!

The moment the sword struck down, the next sword came immediately, without any pause or gap. How could this happen?!

And why is this guy getting faster and faster?!

Not only is it getting faster and faster, but its strength doesn't decrease at all, as if it has inexhaustible energy!

Surprising!

An extremely bizarre attack method!

The henchmen had absolutely no idea what was going on.

The opponent's attacks appeared so simple and unadorned, without any fancy moves or intricate variations; only occasionally did a few sparks appear with each swing of the sword.

But he had absolutely no chance to fight back!

Each block was just a block; the next sword strike came immediately after the block, leaving him no chance to draw his hammer and counterattack.

All he could do was block, it seemed like that was all he was capable of!

What's going on here?!

The opponent's black sword was almost leaving afterimages as it was swung!

The trail of the sword blade as it sliced ​​through the air stretched out like a black curtain of light, pressing down from all directions.

The thug leader gritted his teeth, gripping the hammer handle tightly to block each and every strike. His arm went from numb to aching, and then from aching to almost losing all feeling.

His hand was split open, and blood was flowing down the hammer handle.

Looking at the other person's bright, sunny smile, the henchman felt a chill run down his spine.

What's wrong with this guy?!

He clearly looks like an amateur, yet he's strangely incredibly skilled!

The crack between his thumb and forefinger had widened, his knees were trembling, and he couldn't muster any strength in his hands!

Another series of slashes came.

He simply couldn't hold on any longer, and the hammer slipped from his hand.

Qin Tianling's sword strike remained undiminished, landing squarely on the henchman's chest.

Blood splattered everywhere, and he was sent flying by Qin Tianling's attack!

The thug leader flew over an overturned card table and landed on the ground near the entrance in the distance, rolling three times before barely coming to a stop.

His head was buzzing, his chest felt like it had been hit by a truck, and his breath tasted rusty.

But he was still conscious, so conscious that he could hear his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

In that instant when he was launched into the air, a whole host of thoughts flashed through his mind.

He remembered that the guy who had sent the previous bald-headed police chief stationed here to the ICU was also a dark-haired man, and he had a fallen angel companion...

Everything fits together now!!!

These guys are the ones who wrecked the casino yesterday!!!

He got up from the ground, staggered, and almost knelt down again.

The pain in his chest made him grit his teeth, but it also made his eyes clear instantly, and for a moment only one thought remained in his mind!

No! We have to run!!!

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