Chapitre 127: The Dwarves Lost

The soldier and I exchanged shots, hoping to take the other one down. My gun had lesser features compared to the man, so he fired more bullets than me. My system also displayed the damage comparison of our damage output. Of course, the man had the upper hand in this fight, since his bullets had more raw damage than mine.

But luck stayed on my side and protected me from my death. All those bullets the soldier sent at me missed while he took two shots from my gun. And to make matters worse, I got a headshot out from the guy.

Those bullets were not enough to stop me from my tracks. That soldier ended up living a sliver of health points on top of his name. After taking those hits from my rifle, his crimson health bar drained unto the bare minimum that kept him alive. The soldier's uniform saved him from his death, granting him enough defence to survive. He could barely even move a muscle, considering the headshot that the guard took.