CHAPTER 95
With one swift push off the ground, the militants lunged forward at incredible speed.
Their movements were not too overwhelmingly fast, but they certainly weren't slow either.
Within mere seconds, they appeared directly in front of Felix.
Fists shot toward his face in a synchronized blur, but with a casual, practiced leap backward, he evaded them all too easily.
The moment his feet touched the pavement, one of the men bolted forward, nearly catching him off guard with a low, sweeping kick.
Pushing off with his heels, Felix dodged the strike and was about to initiate a counterattack when a second militant gave chase in the air with a forceful pushing kick.
Felix blocked the blow with his forearms, the momentum shoving him toward the ground, though he managed to land smoothly on his feet.
The moment he stabilized, the third man was already there.
The heavy butt of a rifle swung toward the kid's head with lethal intent.
