Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

After Saeed stopped, he looked in Han Che's direction, his tone filled with undisguised surprise and admiration, "Last time at the container, I felt something was off about you, and now it seems I was right. You were able to anticipate my attack?"

"More than that!" He showed no intention of finding new cover and simply stood in the middle of the flames.

Han Che seemed completely oblivious to the burning sensation, picked up his gun again, and fired at the direction Said had indicated through his killing intent.

This time, he added a slight deviation in anticipation when he fired.

Da da da da!

The bullet flew past the flames, and Said's figure darted to the side.

But Han Che's prediction worked; several bullets from that salvo landed on the path that Said had taken after dodging.

One of the bullets grazed his shoulder, tearing a small hole in the fabric of his combat uniform and revealing a shallow bloodstain on his exposed skin.

Sayed looked down at the gash on his shoulder, then looked up, his gaze sharper than before.

"Good, good! You can still see me? Interesting."

In an instant, Han Che felt a raging fire rushing towards him.

"Come on! Let's fight again this time!"

Completely unable to see the opponent's movements, and only able to judge the direction of the killing intent, such close-quarters combat is extremely disadvantageous.

Said lowered his center of gravity, swinging his blade repeatedly amidst the flames. His claw blades danced in the flames, tearing through the scorching air.

Han Che was ready in that instant. His killing intent told him that Said's attack was coming from a diagonal slash down from the upper right, and he instinctively raised the giant wave rifle he was holding horizontally to block it.

A crisp metallic clang followed, and sparks exploded between the two men. Han Che felt a tremendous force come down from the gun and press down on his forearm, making his entire arm go numb.

Han Che suddenly turned to the side, flames brushing against his face. Only when he was almost inches away could he see clearly that Said was wielding the Crimson Owl Claw Blade at an astonishing speed.

The blade glowed red, sparking as it struck the gun.

Han Che's pupils shrank sharply; Said's power was much greater than it had been in the battle at the shipping container.

Saeed did not stop.

After his first strike was blocked, he flipped his wrist, and the claw knife slid down along Han Che's gun barrel, the tip of the knife slicing towards the direction of Han Che's fingers holding the gun.

Han Che's pupils contracted; this move was clearly the same one he had used last time.

But things are different now, and with his strength at a disadvantage, he has no way out.

Han Che had no choice but to push the gun outwards, using the side of the barrel to deflect the knife's trajectory, while simultaneously taking a half-step back.

But Said was too fast. The moment the Red Owl was pushed away, it turned around and slashed back from another angle. Han Che only had time to turn the gun sideways again to block in front of his chest.

Two clangs rang out, and the claw knife struck the gun twice more.

After three consecutive hard-fought battles, Han Che's arms were starting to ache.

When the two clashed last time, Han Che could still feel that Said's strength was within a tolerable range, but this time, the force of each strike was much heavier.

Another slash came down, and Han Che dared not continue to take it head-on. He took a big step back, tilted the gun at an angle, and pushed the blade that Said was slashing down along the slant of the gun to one side.

This action of deflecting the force worked; Said's knife was slid away and its direction was taken off, and he was also carried forward half a step by the inertia.

In that half-step gap, Han Che seized the opportunity, immediately loosening one hand and swinging the rifle to his left hand to hold it with one hand.

This posture isn't quite standard, and the muzzle isn't steady, but at this distance, aiming isn't necessary.

He pulled the trigger before Said's center of gravity had fully returned to normal.

The Giant Wave rifle has a high rate of fire, and bullets are unleashed in that instant.

Da da da da!

Saeed's figure flickered twice in the flames before disappearing from the spot.

Han Che was startled!

Before he could adjust the direction of the gun, a wave of heat rushed towards him from his left rear.

That was the stream of flames created by Said's movement. Han Che could feel the temperature behind him rise sharply in that instant. He subconsciously turned to the right to try to create distance, but Said's speed was much faster than his turning speed.

If it weren't for the heat wave emanating from Said hitting him, Han Che would have thought Said had teleported.

A foot kicked out from Han Che's left side, the instep carrying flames, and went straight for Han Che's ribs.

At the last moment, Han Che bent his arm and used his elbow to block the kick in front of his ribs, taking the blow head-on with the side of his forearm.

A muffled thud.

Han Che was sent flying to the right, his feet leaving the ground before crashing heavily into the wall, his vision blurring for a moment.

Han Che slid down the wall and squatted on the ground, his left arm still raised but already trembling slightly.

Han Che propped himself up on his arms, his eyes fixed on the direction indicated by the killing intent perception. He noticed that in the few seconds he was in a daze, Said's position remained where he had just stepped, without moving further, as if watching him get up.

But to the naked eye, all that could be seen there was still flame and scorching heat.

Han Che's pupils trembled uncontrollably, unable to believe that Said's speed and strength were now so terrifying.

Bang bang bang!

Three muffled gunshots rang out from the flames.

Han Che's eyelids twitched suddenly; he had sensed the change in the direction of the killing intent even before the gunshot rang out.

As soon as Han Che sensed the signal, he rolled to the side. His movements were quick; he rolled once on the ground and then half-squatted to his feet, completing the entire action in one smooth motion.

But he froze after he stood up.

A sharp crack came from the side of his helmet, followed by two powerful blows to the bulletproof plate on his chest.

Three bullets were fired in total: one to the head and two to the chest.

Not one shot more, not one shot less, just right, and Han Che's helmet shattered instantly!

Although the armor stopped the bullet, Han Che's body still suffered a considerable impact. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to his knees, barely supporting himself with his hands.

He reached out and touched the spot where he had been shot in disbelief, then suddenly grinned and laughed out loud, "Hehehe..."

It's really weird that I was still hit so accurately even though I had already rolled so far away!

Said's PKM machine gun, after all that effort, only fired three shots, just to shatter his own helmet?

"Huh? What are you laughing at?" Said's voice came from within the flames.

Han Che spat out the sweet, metallic taste in his mouth, grinned, and said, "I'm laughing because I'm really out of options... so I'll just declare you the winner, okay?"