Bam!
A dark-skinned man who was plump and weighed over three hundred pounds raised his hand and sent several Holy Knights flying with a single punch.
He was Barrett, one of the Gods of Warrior of the Seven Continents.
Capitalizing on his burly physique and brute strength, he charged through the crowd like a tank, unrivaled.
When two bishops from the Curia saw how overbearing he was, they immediately attacked him without hesitation.
However, Barrett merely snickered and sped up. Shooting his fists out simultaneously, he struck them both in the chests.
Bang! Bang!
Two blood-curdling snaps of bones shattering pierced the air, and the two bishops were sent flying right then and there.
By the time they hit the ground, they had already stopped breathing.
At that instant, the scene was a chaotic mess. Daveth and Betty were embroiled in battle by their opponents, unable to get away.
Having no adversary, Barrett recklessly slaughtered the Curia warriors.
Seeing that, Colin shifted the barrel at once. He aimed the lightweight sniper rifle at the man and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
As a gunshot rang out, a bullet made of mithril flew at Barrett's left eye, heading straight toward his pupil.
Such specially made mithril bullet by the Curia was lethal to the dark clans. While Barrett was exceedingly strong, it would still be a considerable blow to him if he were to take a mithril bullet to the left eye.
Unexpectedly, Barrett's reflexes were incredibly fast.
Without warning, he lifted his left hand and blocked the mithril bullet.
Pop!
The bullet hit his left hand.
In a heartbeat, a cloud of smoke puffed out.
Flinging the bullet in his hand away as though it was a hot potato, Barrett glanced at the burnt wound. Howling like an enraged beast, he launched himself at Colin.
Whoosh!
Lunging like a black bear, he shot out his fist that cut through the air and headed straight for Colin's face.
That punch of his carried lethal force.
Even if it were a solid tank, he had the confidence that he could reduce it to scraps with a single blow.
He was certain that he could crush the weak and fragile Colin into a pulp if his fist were to land on the man.
Fortunately, Colin managed to dodge the blow in the nick of time. At the same time, he shot his leg out and kicked Barrett in the chest hard.
To his dismay, he felt as though he had kicked a steel plate.
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