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

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9:58

The countdown in the air began to tick normally.

Completely disregarding the dangerous situation of being surrounded by five map bosses, Hudson stood leisurely in the center of the arena, casually holding the M4A1 in his hand.

No one approached him. Han Che, Qi Yuzhe, and Lei Si stood a few steps apart on the same side as him.

Said was hidden among the flames burning on the ground on the other side.

Demulan, positioned further away, had her sniper rifle perched on cover, locking onto Anderson's back.

No one present made a move immediately; Anderson's series of actions had already exceeded the scope of conventional combat.

The ability to completely blacken the surrounding space and the ability to float in mid-air were things Han Che had never encountered in any of his previous battles.

At that moment, he stood there quietly, which made Han Che dare not make any rash moves.

Before the countdown numbers started rolling, just like the speed-up troops, Han Che couldn't sense any killing intent from Anderson.

But once the countdown began, Han Che could sense Anderson's murderous intent.

Han Che breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least the level 5 system's capabilities hadn't completely crippled his primary means of perception.

As long as he can still predict Anderson's direction, there is still room for maneuver.

Anderson stood there, looking around. A smile played on his lips as he shouted, "Come on, hurry up! Don't just stand there!"

"Damn it! I've had my eye on this kid for ages!" Reese swung his arms, yanked the hem of his blood-soaked military coat aside, and strode forward, cursing, "I'll fight you one-on-one!"

After hearing Reese's challenge, Anderson turned around to face him. He looked at Reese covered in blood and smiled, "Oh? Interesting! Come on, I'll play along."

After saying that, Reese charged straight at Anderson with his head down.

Reis gradually accelerated from a slow run to a full sprint.

Although its robust body looks somewhat clumsy, it generates even greater impact force after acceleration.

As he rushed a few steps away from Anderson, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity, slumped his shoulders, and then swung his entire upper body out in a horizontal rotation, his elbow, along with the butt of the gun, sweeping upwards towards Anderson's jaw.

The force of the blow was immense, and the butt of the rifle sliced ​​through the air with a low whistling sound.

Anderson leaned back slightly, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Anderson leaned back slightly, just enough for Reese's gun butt to glide past his chin.

Anderson was almost pulled into Reese's arms, but he didn't create any distance at all, as if he was about to engage in close combat with Reese.

After missing his first elbow strike, Reese immediately twisted his body, raising his center of gravity from a low position. He then slammed his elbow down, faster and with more concentrated power than his first strike.

Han Che stood a few steps away and witnessed that instantaneous change.

The moment Anderson leaned back, the rifle in his hand disappeared, replaced by a silver obstacle-clearing dagger.

The blade is long and straight, with a blue light flowing slowly at the junction of the blade and the handle.

Blue light surrounded a golden statue that looked like an angel.

clang!!

With a crisp sound, Reese's second elbow strike landed on Anderson's outstretched blade.

Han Che saw a burst of tiny sparks erupt the moment the blade collided with Reis's elbow.

Blood then seeped from Reis's elbow, flowing down his forearm and staining half of his sleeve red.

There was a thin, long cut on Reese's arm, the cut was clean and neat.

Reis did not back down; he immediately threw a punch after the collision.

Anderson stepped to the side and dodged, a fist the size of a sandbag flying past his cheek, while the short knife in his hand slid down Reese's armpit and pierced straight into his arm.

At this moment, Reese's face finally turned ugly. He raised his knee and kicked Anderson hard, trying to kick him away and create distance.

However, Anderson reacted quickly, drawing his dagger and dodging to the side, causing another jet of blood to gush out.

Reis cried out in pain and staggered backward.

This scene shocked everyone. Reese's close-combat ability, enhanced by his formidable strength, was absolutely destructive. However, no one expected that this seemingly frail Anderson would not only be agile but also possess such immense strength.

Is this the attribute bonus provided by the Level 5 system?

Anderson watched as Reiss took a few steps back, then slowly approached, twirling his short sword in the air. "How about that? Your so-called close-quarters combat skills are nothing special."

Reis was panting heavily. His injuries were already severe, and these two cuts, especially the one under his armpit, made him feel like he couldn't lift his right arm anymore.

"Pah!" Reese spat out a mouthful of blood, then raised his left hand and picked up the S12K again, pointing the muzzle at Anderson and pulling the trigger. Shotgun shells sprayed out from the muzzle, forming a wide barrage.

The moment the gun went off, Anderson ducked low to the ground, his movements so fast they were almost blurry.

He went from standing to leaning forward, almost touching the ground, as a hail of shotgun pellets flew over his head.

Reis's pupils contracted. Before the S12K, equipped with a bump stock, could even fire its second shot, Anderson had already rushed in front of him.

Reese quickly used the butt of his gun to block, trying to push Anderson away.

Anderson swung his sword to the left, and the immense force sent the S12K flying from Reese's hand.

Reese was horrified. He had lost his weapon and instinctively stretched out his left hand to block Anderson's next strike.

But Anderson moved too fast. Before Reese could retreat, the short sword slashed down from the upper left, the blade cutting diagonally across the middle of Reese's raised left arm from top to bottom, cleanly severing his forearm from his body.

"Ah!" The intense pain made Reese scream as blood gushed from the severed wound in his left arm. His pupils reflected the tip of Anderson's knife pointed directly at him.

Anderson gripped the hilt with one hand and the end of the hilt with the other, then thrust his blade at Reis with all his might.

Reese tried to grab the blade with his badly injured right hand, but it was too late.

The blade of the dagger pierced through Reis's throat and emerged from behind his neck, blood gushing from both ends of the wound, staining Reis's entire chest red.

Reis's body stiffened after being stabbed, then he slowly slumped down from his standing position, letting out a hoarse groan before falling silent.

Anderson kicked Reese away by stepping on his shoulder and pulled the blade from Reese's throat.

As the blade was withdrawn, a large amount of blood was drawn out, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

Instead of dripping, the blood on Anderson's short blade flowed upwards and was absorbed by the golden statue on the hilt.

Anderson slowly raised the short blade, and the blue light turned crimson, transforming the golden statue into a black demon.

Anderson slowly raised the short sword, which had turned black, and sneered.

He then shifted his gaze from the knife to the remaining people, "Next one."