A silver short spear zipped through the air, only for Lin Wang to catch it effortlessly as he ran.
His mottled blue exoskeleton was marked with burns and impact scars, with electrical arcs occasionally flickering through the cracks.
The tactical helmet visor was utterly shattered.
Beneath the break in the visor, half of his pale face was drenched in blood, while the other half remained eerily white.
"Ren Zhong! You're dead!"
Lin Wang's eyes blazed with unending fury.
He had thought killing Ren Zhong would be easier than crushing an ant, but Ren Zhong continuously surprised him.
Lin Wang suddenly lunged forward, twisting his waist, his upper body leaning back, his right hand pulling far behind, turning into a taut divine bow.
The tail of the silver short spear in his hand spewed flames once more, a dozen tiny Mach rings suddenly appeared.
Guided tactical javelin!
