บท 1715: Price

The memory of Master Ceeran's trajectory manipulation techniques was distinct. It had been the first time that he had seen a Martial Senior fight. Back then, he was a simple mid-grade Martial Squire. Today, he was stronger than Senior Ceeran had been as a Martial Senior.

Yet he didn't have time to mull over old memories.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

He evaded three wind blasts, yet his eyes narrowed as they turned around, converging on 

BAM BAM BAM!!

He gritted his teeth, yet this time, he managed to minimize the damage even further.

Yet, his assassin was just getting started.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!

Rui evaded five more as he watched them converge on him once more.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!

Rui intercepted each of the wind blasts with sonic bullets, canceling out their momentum. By then, however, several more were already fired.