Yes, who says that fighting must be done with magic?
Between her magic attack and gun attack, Angelica chose gun attack.
Several golden bullets carrying a breath as scorching as the sun scorched the air along the way and flew straight towards the man with deformed eyes.
The man's face changed drastically. On the other side, Wendini noticed this scene and curled up the corners of her mouth.
Then she exerted force with her right foot, and with a whip kick, she swept the man in front of her and sent him flying backwards. The man smashed through the wall on the side and flew into someone else's house.
It's a pity that her strength was limited by half by that strange rope, otherwise this kick should have been able to kick the house in front of her through.
Inside the room, the man with a seemingly normal face stood up from the furniture he had smashed. Just as he was about to take a breath, a slender figure appeared in front of him and quickly enlarged.
With a bang, the man's body flew backwards again, knocked a big hole in the wall, and returned to the alley before.
The homeowner who rushed over after hearing the noise fell into deep thought as he looked at the two large holes on the wall of his house.
In the alley, the figure that was knocked flying happened to hit another man who had no time to dodge the bullet attack.
The man with the deformed eyes was knocked back several steps by the terrifying force, and he barely stopped after hitting the other wall of the alley with a bang.
The man stretched out his hands to support himself, trying to stand up straight.
But unfortunately, it's still too slow.
A snow-white, delicate fist suddenly enlarged in his eyes, and then another huge force came from his forehead.
There was another loud bang, and the man with the deformed eyes had his head punched into the wall, and he couldn't get it out even if he tried to dig it out.
Wendini raised her leg and stepped on the chest of the seemingly normal-looking man with her small leather shoes, which were still not covered with much dust. She looked down at the man under her and repeated in a calm and indifferent voice:
"Who are you?"
The man with a normal face only coughed up some blood and suffered minor injuries because of the flesh pad.
All I can say is that warlocks of the Path of Flesh and Blood are all very good sandbags.
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