The scorching gaze sent shivers down Leopard's spine. Suddenly, it bristled and let out a furious howl, lunging at Ronan once again.
Ronan was unarmed, yet he stood his ground, his steel-hard palm aimed at the leopard for a grab!
The wounded leopard's speed was hindered by the gunshot. It was slapped by Ronan's claw, crashing down with a thud, three bloody gashes on its fur!
Ronan's hand now bore several white marks!
Leopard's claws were extremely sharp. Under the influence of Ronan's steel claw attack, not even a scratch was left on his hand.
"Howl—"
Evidently in pain, the leopard extended its long tongue to lick its wounds.
Meanwhile, Antonio tore his shirt apart in a swift motion, revealing his bare chest adorned with enigmatic wedge-shaped symbols!
These symbols emitted a red light, blood oozing from them. Antonio's eyes turned crimson as he charged wildly toward Ronan. Behind his fist, as big as a sandbag, his arm muscles swelled with immense power.
Ronan dodged the punch, his hand curved like a claw, grabbing onto Antonio's arm, which felt as solid as a rock!
Before he could exert force, Antonio jerked his arm free, and his fist shot towards Ronan's face like a bullet.
Ronan evaded again, attempting to grab Antonio's vulnerable neck, only to sense danger from behind. He quickly lowered his body, rolling aside as a leopard claw grazed his scalp, a few strands of hair drifting to the ground.
Before Ronan could rise, Antonio charged in with incredible speed, his fist descending.
Unable to dodge, Ronan clenched his palm into a fist and met the blow head-on.
A dull thud echoed.
Pain radiated from Ronan's wrist to his shoulder.
Even the steel claws struggled to withstand that much force.
Antonio possessed astonishing strength!
However, upon impact with Ronan's steel-like fist, Antonio's fist turned bloody and mangled, bones protruding through torn skin.
Seemingly impervious to pain, he continued his frenzied assault, entangling Ronan.
Outside the villa, bodyguards hearing the commotion rushed towards the scene.
The wedge-shaped symbols on Antonio's chest continued to emit red light, his muscles bulging. He seemed impervious to pain as he relentlessly attacked!
Often, it was a matter of dealing damage without regard for receiving it!
The wounded leopard seemed weary but kept a watchful eye on the two combatants, introducing an element of caution to Ronan!
Amid a few gasping moments, Ronan endured three punches from Antonio, his arm throbbing, his shoulder aching.
Antonio's bare upper body now bore six wounds, torn flesh and flowing blood!
Outside the hall, a chorus of rapid footsteps neared as the bodyguards were about to enter!
"Hah—"
Amid a bellowing cry, the wedge-shaped symbols on Antonio's chest emitted an intense red light. Ronan's gaze involuntarily shifted toward it, revealing a strangely smiling figure wrapped in cloth within the red glow.
This laughter sent chills down the spine, a chilling sensation reaching the depths of the soul, freezing Ronan's spirit in its tracks!
"Die, intruder!" Antonio's fists struck out with full force, aiming for Ronan's temples on both sides.
Ronan's mind sounded the alarm, and he immediately snapped awake, the icy coldness dissipating in an instant. His hands shot out like claws, seizing Antonio's iron fist!
With a loud bang, he was pushed back by an immense force. The steel claw's time had not yet come, and it automatically dissipated.
Without the steel claw, Ronan felt his arm might have been shattered by the impact!
Antonio wasn't faring well either, as the backs of his hands were marked with several wounds, revealing bone!
Ronan silently recited the steel claw command again.
The Dominion Book contained over ninety soul fragments, so he wasn't worried about consumption.
However, Antonio quickly withdrew, making a dash for the door!
The clattering sound of footsteps echoed as over ten bodyguards entered the villa's hall!
Ronan lunged forward, executing a roll as he grabbed the Glock pistol lying on the ground.
Rat-tat-tat—
Gunshots rang out, bullets striking the floor behind him.
Ronan swung the gun in retaliation, firing five shots in rapid succession. Five bodyguards were hit in the chest or head and fell to the ground.
Others instinctively dodged, and Ronan swiftly moved behind a hallway pillar, firing again!
Not a single shot went to waste!
Shot after shot was deadly accurate!
In the face of Ronan's marksmanship and the predator's vigilance, the newcomers resembled hunted prey.
Downing another person, Ronan's mind alerted him to danger from above!
His vacant left hand shot out swiftly, relying on the steel claw to grab upward.
The wounded leopard was leaping down from above the hallway pillar, aiming for Ronan's vulnerable neck.
Ronan grabbed the descending leopard's paw, and as the leopard attempted to bite him, he flung it away.
Almost simultaneously, Antonio shouted, "Kill him! He's an American! He's the one who destroyed your homeland!"
Five bearded individuals of Middle Eastern appearance, exploiting Ronan's distraction, roared forth from their cover, wielding AKs and madly opening fire!
Their eyes bore a deeply ingrained hatred!
Their homes had been bombed, their loved ones unjustly killed, and their hatred for Americans ran deep as the ocean!
If they had explosives on them, they'd surely charge in for a suicide explosion!
"Howl—howl—"
The flung leopard coincidentally met the barrage of gunfire from the AKs, emitting a heartrending, agonizing howl.
Several bullets from the frenzied AK fire hit the leopard!
These weren't the pistol bullets of a Glock 26 but powerful automatic rifle rounds.
A creation from the old Soviet era, where excessive firepower was prioritized...
The large orange-cat-like leopard had its chest and abdomen riddled with bullets, yet its incredible vitality kept it alive. It lay on the ground, emitting painful "howls."
Antonio's fury turned into agony: "Bastard, my spirit leopard!"
Three of the shooters emptied their magazines, while the other two hesitated briefly, their firepower weakening.
Ronan swiftly swapped magazines, firing five shots in quick succession, instantly dispatching five bodyguards!
Of the charging bodyguards, barely more than a handful remained.
Antonio had only heard a brief account from Jessica and had no understanding of Ronan's capabilities, particularly his marksmanship.
One alert bodyguard addressed Antonio, "Boss, something's off. We should protect you and wait for backup to arrive!"
Before he finished speaking, a gush of blood splattered from his exposed shoulder.
Wincing in pain, he twisted his body, and another bullet hole appeared on his head!
Ronan aimed his gun forward, and the remaining bodyguards took cover, reluctant to expose themselves. One brave soul tried to take a shot but was met with a gunshot that blew off his finger, prompting cries of agony.
Lacking the firepower to suppress Ronan and facing his marksmanship and predator-like vigilance, these individuals were reduced to hunted prey.
Antonio wanted to charge out, but Ronan's gunshot struck his exposed shoulder.
Even though the red glow of the wedge-shaped symbols on his chest partially mitigated the bullet's impact, Antonio's shoulder was still marked with a trail of blood!
During his explorations of Iraqi tombs, he had experienced peculiar encounters, resulting in the appearance of these wedge-shaped symbols on his body along with unusual abilities. However, this didn't make him underestimate the power of modern firearms.
Gritting his teeth, Antonio thought that if he had ten more days, he could withstand pistol bullets and turn the enemy into pulp!
The enigmatic figure he encountered before had marked him with these wedge-shaped symbols, saying that enhanced abilities were directly proportional to attacks against the United States! This was the world's mightiest nation, and even though Antonio had been swayed, yearning for power and desperate to break free from the CIA's control, he still needed to meticulously plan before launching any true assault.
His primary targets were indeed the CIA's covert operatives.
After prolonged planning and forming a solid partnership with a certain organization, it was only this month that he had shifted his focus to the American homeland.
Following the Churavista explosion, Antonio's power had surged. Just as he planned to launch more attacks, his daughter arrived at his doorstep with an enemy!
Ronan suppressed the remaining four guards, swiftly changing his position to find better shooting angles. Passing by the AK dropped by one of the bearded men, he nimbly picked it up and fired three shots at a decorative wall.
The Glock 26 lacked power, and its bullets couldn't penetrate the wall. However, against an AK, the difference wasn't substantial.
Amid grunts, one guard leaned against the wall and fell!
The remaining guards, seeing the dire situation, attempted to return fire with all their might.
However, Ronan's swift hands, quick gunplay, and the predator's vigilant perception had already located their hiding spots. His AK kept firing, bullets penetrating cover and dashing the last remnants of hope.
"Let me go, American!" Antonio took cover behind another decorative wall, shouting, "You shouldn't have become an accomplice executioner! My cause is just! I have... something behind me..."
Ronan heard more commotion from outside the villa and didn't hesitate to squeeze the AK's trigger. Bullets pierced through the decorative wall, piercing bodies.
Antonio García had been hit by five bullets, and three of them had pierced through his chest, where the odd wedge-shaped symbols were engraved!
Those symbols suddenly blurred, transforming into a mist of blood.
"Ah—"
Amid the blood mist, a sharp cry rang out as something exploded with a bang, enveloping the entire villa's hall!
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