BANG! BANG!
Zhou Chen fired twice, but the two Shadow Demon Wolves recovered in an instant. One of them tilted its head, and the bullet merely grazed its skull, leaving a raw, bloody gash as it flew past.
The other, uninjured wolf simply entered its Phantom State.
A sharp gust of wind hit him in the face. A claw swept out, shattering the Flintlock Gun in Zhou Chen's hand and sending him flying once more.
In mid-air, Zhou Chen twisted to right himself, landing solidly on his feet against a wall. Coordinating every muscle in his body, he used it as a springboard and kicked off with explosive force. He shot forward like a tightly coiled spring, moving too fast for the naked eye to follow and kicking up a howling gale.
The metal on his Battle Armor's right arm rapidly transformed, reshaping into a sharp Long Saber that he gripped tightly.
'Target: the injured dog.'
A pale fire ignited along the blade as the haunting whistle sounded again, briefly immobilizing its target.
