Chapitre 1835: Umbrella and Guns

Luke couldn't help but laugh. "You think you have a chance just because I'm not wearing any armor?"

Even before he spoke, the vines had already pulled his right hand out of his pocket, and the short rod he was holding popped out to become a stick about 1.5 meters in length.

It couldn't be helped. He had promised to give them a chance, and hitting them with the back of his sword was inconvenient.

Bang!

A black-and-white square umbrella popped out from the end of the stick to block the electric current.

The electric current disappeared as soon as it hit the umbrella.

Luke twisted his wrist, and the umbrella spun quickly. He turned in a circle, and the sharp edge easily cut through the vines.

Closing the umbrella, he darted into the shrubs.

He met the gaze of the shocked young man, and saw that there was still a dark red mark on his forehead – it was from Luke hitting him in the forehead three days ago.