Barrett Walker's two shots were well timed, and during the acceleration process, although the two of them were physically strong, they still found it difficult to control and change direction. However, he had advanced slightly, not seeking credit but just to drive away two generals.
"You go find that sniper, I'll take care of this person," he said, listening to the sounds of battle outside. Although the lean old man did not care about the lives of the dark wandering corpses, such worthless deaths still pained him. Waving his hand, he continued, "
The black giant was more interested in the sniper hidden in the darkness than in this woman. In his eyes, strength was everything. Now, even someone with a gun could threaten a general. He wanted to challenge and see if he would end up like that waste in the hands of this unknown soldier. Having received the old man's command, he turned and walked toward the ancient temple.
"Now it's fair. Come on! Let's have a fair fight. I hope you don't use any drugs," the old man said, running his hand through his disheveled hair, lightly tapping his long knife, emitting a sharp metallic sound. His narrow, hawk-like eyes were extremely piercing.
"Is this fair?" Hans Hunter really wanted to fight this old man, even if he died exhausted, but as he thought about the promise he made behind him, he restrained himself, his face darkening as he stood there, mocking.
The lean old man was truly fierce this time, with his steel knife slightly tilted, making a semi-circular slash, cutting through the air with a piercing, ear-splitting screech, like a dagger piercing the brain.
The speed was too fast, 10 meters per second faster than himself, and now every military rank defined by the federation was a difficult barrier to overcome. Without external assistance, it was difficult to win, especially with his current physical condition.
"Come on!" Hans Hunter became fierce, and as he moved, he retreated, pulling out a hand grenade from somewhere and without thinking, pulled the pin. Hans Hunter held the grenade in one hand and the knife in the other, and in an instant, the two collided. The grenade, smoking, was truly deadly. If it exploded at such close range, even with a body as strong as alloy, it could potentially cause problems. So this move was very effective. The lean old man was instantly restrained, and the two briefly fought to a draw.
Within 3.7 seconds, the two generals exchanged numerous blows, creating a wonderful and dangerous melody in a short period of time.
The grenade was thrown into the air, and the two of them moved away in unison. With a loud bang, the grenade's power was immense, causing countless steel beads to spray out. The two generals took off their clothes and deflected the steel beads flying towards them, which was much easier than blocking bullets.
"I wonder how many more grenades you have!" With a firm grip on the steel beads, he swung them, and the powerful beads flew like bullets, demonstrating their incredible strength. The old man's body swelled and shrunk, closely following the steel beads, flying towards Hans Hunter. Hans Hunter kicked the iron skin of the armored vehicle that had been destroyed, and with several sharp sounds, the steel beads struck the iron skin, creating countless sparks. The old man's long knife rushed through like cutting tofu, creating a wave of invisible energy.
Feeling a palpable sensation in his forehead, Hans Hunter simply closed his eyes, pulled the pin, and threw it into the air, then struck with his knife. Even though the dark wandering corpses were very frenzied, such reckless behavior was only seen in cornered beasts. The old man was shrewd, conserving his energy as he jumped out.
In just a few seconds, the duel between the two generals was truly heart-stopping. Barrett Walker confirmed that Julia Menard was not in immediate danger, so he adjusted his aim, following the approach of the large black man. From his eyes, Barrett Walker saw the intention to fight.
For some reason, Barrett Walker was eager to pull the trigger and settle the score immediately, but he held back. As a god-level sniper, he would never act rashly, so he resisted the deliberate trap set for him and carefully sought an opportunity.
"Interesting," the black man said calmly as he walked through the forest. He could feel someone's eyes on him. He had experienced countless battles in the wilderness since childhood, and having survived until now was primarily due to this keen sense.
He had always been a hunter, and now, suddenly, his role had changed to prey, igniting his blood.
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"My name is Stu! People call me 'Black Panther.' Although I don't know your rank, you are the opponent I value, so don't disappoint me!" Stu said loudly, stopping suddenly on the felled tree stump.
Barrett Walker looked at the calm and imposing figure of the black man walking towards him, wishing he could mow him down with a machine gun. However, he knew very well that all these machines were operated by people. Without god-like consciousness and reflexes, any hint of hostility could alert these sensitive generals and allow them to find and eliminate you before you pulled the trigger.
Barrett Walker watched as Stu stopped, quickly diverting his gaze, not daring to look at him again. These were all lessons learned from experience.
Eye contact was a form of energy, so when the black man seemed to stop to speak, it indicated that he was concentrating on perceiving his surroundings. Now, at a distance of less than twenty meters, even if it was not a hostile gaze, it would be easy for him to notice.
"Let me show you what a true sniper expert is!" Barrett Walker felt excited and wanted to try a blind shot. This was not a game, but one of the most difficult techniques to master three years after its appearance. Even though there were plenty of snipers in the second world three years later, very few succeeded in reality. Even the three great gun gods admitted that out of ten shots, they couldn't hit even one. Blind shooting was the only move that could restrain these mentally powerful opponents, at least delaying their awareness of danger by a fraction of a second.
Stu exuded a powerful mental force, able to sense even the slightest hint of hostility, but for some reason, at that moment when he stood on the tree stump to contemplate, even that subtle feeling disappeared. It was as if the person had turned into a stone, and he could no longer sense any ability, unless the person was dead. Suddenly, he felt a surge of extreme danger. In such a short time, even a general with strong mental powers had some difficulty reacting, but he still tried to avoid it with all his might.
Bang! The gunshot rang out, and the tungsten core armor-piercing bullet grazed Stu's face, with the friction between the bullet and the air slicing through his skin.
"Damn! Not so accurate!" After firing the shot, Barrett Walker quickly pressed his eye to the scope, took a look at his result, and then quickly looked away, cursing fiercely in his heart. It seemed that blind shooting was not so easy to pull off. At least with that shot, he had put all his effort into it, enduring the already swollen and bloody shoulder socket to keep the sniper rifle from moving a millimeter. His shoulder was now split open and oozing blood, indicating that the bullet had missed a general from a distance of twenty meters, so the bullet was still far from the target.
"This shot missed!
But I'm starting to like you more and more. You are the first person to injure me who is not a general," Stu said with a smile as he touched the blood mark that had been cut. But in his heart, a monstrous wave was churning, unable to help but think that this person was of a higher rank than himself. Otherwise, why didn't he sense any hostility before he fired the shot?
"Damn, this blind shot is really hard to control!" Barrett Walker worked hard to synthesize the images around him in his mind. Everything suddenly turned into a three-dimensional image that appeared in his mind. In the synthesized image, he continuously recalibrated, relying on just a glimpse of the target to produce an incredibly accurate image. Barrett Walker began to aim at Stu's chest through the memory image, and the actual gun barrel moved with it. Blind shooting relied on powerful memory.
"Come on! Take another shot at me!"
The story is long, yet actually quite short. Barrett Walker did not linger, swiftly adjusting his aim after the first shot, firing towards Stu's chest.
Although Stu heard the gunshot, he was unable to discern its origin in order to dodge the bullet. However, he had a rough idea of the shooter's location, and the sense of danger surged once again. It was too late, however.
"Oh! Shit!"
Stu cursed, knowing he couldn't dodge this shot, with no time even to blink.
Bang!
The blind sniper aimed true, but the recoil from the wound caused the barrel to jump slightly, moving the bullet off-target. It struck Stu in the abdomen, instantly tearing him in half, but miraculously avoiding any vital organs. With today's technology, it could still be reattached, provided someone acted swiftly.
"Your men are in a sorry state, aren't they?"
Although Hans Hunt fought for his life against the general, he had reached his limit. His left hand was severed, his body covered in wounds, yet he stood before the armored vehicle with a smoking bomb in his hand, a bloodied smile on his face.
"Hmph! If I take care of you, that elusive figure won't be a threat either!"
The old man hadn't expected the battle behind him to end even faster than his own. Reluctant to focus solely on Hans Hunt, despite the fact that just one strike could finish him off, the man had already developed a sense of fear after incapacitating two of his generals. It didn't seem worth it to sustain injuries for a woman, and yet, having disabled two generals and slaughtered so many zombies and undead, he was far from satisfied. Hearing Stu's agonized groans, it was clear that Barrett Walker had not finished him off; he was just being cautious. In a mere 3.7 seconds, he made the decision to prioritize saving Stu first, lest he become a mere figurehead. He turned in an instant, wielding his longsword to cleave the massive armored vehicle in two. After kicking up a huge cloud of dust, the gaunt old man had already fled with Stu's two halves, leaving behind only a furious silhouette and a vow of defiance: "Remember my name, King of the Undead, Arthas. Clean yourself up and wait for my return!"