"Kill!"
Stiller forcefully sent the ion dagger into the chest of the Judger in front of him, then quickly sidestepped to the left front, and with a flick of his wrist, a terrifying crack appeared on the Judger's black body.
The Judger stood dazedly on the hillside, like a tree cut by a lumberjack, swaying unwillingly until it finally lost balance and fell with a crash. Flames licking from the crack grew fiercer and swiftly engulfed its entire body.
The flames illuminated the Ranger's transparent cockpit.
Stiller, having narrowly escaped with his life, was breathing heavily like a fish gasping for air in a dried-up pond, desperately sucking in the murky air inside the cockpit.
This was the fourth Judger he had defeated.
The brief battle of just over twenty seconds was fraught with danger.
The opponent's hand speed was truly fast; the attack moves were both fierce and deadly, clearly a seasoned veteran hardened by years on the battlefield.
