Qin Mo didn't aim his spear at the other men, but instead targeted the tallest undead knight, who was also staring intently at him.
Morakoff watched in grief and anger as his brothers fell one by one, and then he felt as if he were being watched by a wild beast.
Morakoff was a knight of the dead personally transformed by Arthas. Unlike other knights, he retained his former fighting spirit. When Qin Mo blasted the heads of five knights of the dead with five spears, he knew who his opponent was.
"Bang!"
Qin Mo tentatively fired a shot at his head, and then saw the other man suddenly dodge to the side, the bullet grazing his ear.
"...They actually dodged the muzzle flash; today...is going to be interesting!"
Qin Mo could feel that the moment his gun fired, the muzzle flash had just appeared when the opponent began to dodge. He hadn't anticipated the opponent's dodge route, and his aim was off without lead, so he missed.
"Bang...bang...bang!"
Qin Mo's hands moved with lightning speed, repeatedly pulling the bolt to make the bolt-action rifle function like a semi-automatic rifle. Morakoff frantically dodged, but he couldn't dodge the last shot, and the bullet struck Morakoff in the chest.
Morakoff kept trying to get closer to Qin Mo, then he felt a slam into his chest by a sledgehammer, and then he saw the black-armored youth opposite him throw away the long iron pipe in his hand and pull out a double-edged battle axe from his back.
“…Ouch… Ah…”
Morakoff had been holding back for a long time, and now that his opponent had finally chosen to engage in close combat head-on, he let out a frantic howl.
After a few rounds, Morakoff lay dead on the ground, his eyes wide open. His greatsword had been broken, and his waist had been severed; Qin Mo had cut him in half at the waist.
"Idiot, shooting is just my...side job!"
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