Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443 Figure

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As Atticus saw the imposing figures of the individuals clad in sleek purple futuristic combat suits, the world seemed to slow as Atticus rapped up his perception to the highest level it could reach in his current weakened form.

No words were spoken; they had each already tried to kill Atticus, and that was all that mattered.

Atticus watched as each of them slowly pulled the trigger of their respective guns, the nozzles lighting up in a crimson glow, four distinct laser beams shooting towards Atticus's figure.

Atticus's mind spun, his gaze moving at fast speed as he mapped out the exact trajectory of each shot.

With lightning fast movements, Atticus's hands on the floor suddenly clenched, his legs tensing as he shot forward, his form suddenly adjusting in an awkward position in the air.

The next event was insanely baffling to the four men, as each of their precise shots, each targeting weak points, missed as though they didn't dare touch a single inch of Atticus's body.

The men weren't novices; seeing their shots had missed, they each unleashed rapid, precise shots at Atticus, each one threatening to turn him into swiss cheese.

But Atticus's movements were short and deliberate, too elite and well coordinated, dodging each of the shots before they had even left the gun.

Atticus's retaliation was swift, his right hand flickering to the side, four hard stones appearing between each finger.

Atticus's eyes narrowed, his gaze landing on his targets.

Without hesitation, he channeled mana into each stone, his hand flexing as their forms cut through the air at supersonic speeds, instantaneously appearing inches away from each of the assailants' crotches.

No matter how well covered or armored an individual, particularly a man, was, there was always one point on their body that 99% of men would try to defend when threatened: their crotch.

Despite the fact that mana infused stones, especially weak ones such as the ones about to hit them, weren't powerful enough to inflict any damage or harm on their targets, their minds didn't even think of this fact as they each removed their hands from their triggers, swiftly covering their crotches as though their lives depended on it.

It was completely and utterly instinctual, an action that Atticus had thoroughly been expecting from the very beginning.

It had been a very brief opening, an opportunity that Atticus took without any hesitation.

Atticus's leg tensed, mana coalescing in their forms. His whole form vibrated with power before he crouched and shot forward.

Atticus's movements were quick and swift; his body appeared almost weightless, his rapid footsteps leaving no indication that he had stepped on the earth.

His form instantly appeared, suspended in the air above the assailant on the far right, a mana infused round kick inches away from the assailant's neck.

The impact was decisive and unforgiving. Despite the full combat suit he was wearing, his neck was always going to be one of his many weaknesses in his body.