Chapter 377

The first round ended, and everyone was surprised by Dr. Kondraki's footwork.

He was actually able to dodge gunfire.

"Damn, I originally thought Dr. Kondraki was a comedian, I didn't expect him to be so capable."

"Daring to use cold weapons to fight hot weapons, this looks like a rare big shot in the world!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Dr. Kondraki's pace was full of changes and agility, his breathing rhythm matched with his footwork.

The moment he dodged the line of fire, he immediately held his breath, his heart pumped instantly, blood flowed at high speed, rushing straight to his brain, making his whole body's muscles start to burn.

He leaned in close and gave Dr. Clef a diagonal slash.

The long sword slid along the wall, making a metal friction sound, carrying an afterimage, breaking the air, and slashing down.

This slash was fast and ruthless; even Kafka couldn't help but brighten her eyes and sigh in admiration:

"Wow."

It's hard to imagine that this doctor, who holds a high position and is engaged in research, has a considerable degree of attainment in cold weapons.

Even Yanqing, this swordsman, couldn't help but be attracted by the battle between the two, silently calculating the way of fighting in his heart.

As for Dr. Clef.

This former COG agent reacted in an instant.

He dodged sideways, aimed by instinct, and fired bullets.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Clang! Clang!"

Dr. Kondraki tilted his head slightly, dodged the first bullet, and his pace matched the long sword, waving the bullets away like a sword dance.

But there were still a few bullets that grazed him, tearing his white lapels.

It's just...

This wasn't enough to disrupt Dr. Kondraki's rhythm or tip the scales of victory.

Dr. Kondraki's offensive was still fierce.

Sometimes the sword momentum was like a rainbow, sweeping quickly, and sometimes it turned into an illusion, making it difficult to grasp.

He successfully covered Dr. Clef within the attack range, which could cause considerable damage to the other party.

"Hey! Konny, I've already scored first, do you want to surrender?"

"Surrender and lose half."

Dr. Clef wasn't panicked.

Facing the storm, he rolled and moved, wandering between the sword light and shadows, as if performing a high-difficulty acrobatic performance.

Before the words fell, he seized the opportunity and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

Two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Dr. Kondraki defended against Dr. Clef's gunfire again, and took the opportunity to add a slash, but it was dodged by the other party sideways.

But there was still some gain.

Dr. Clef's top hat was missing a piece of the brim.

"Now we're even, Cleffy."

Responding to him was the suddenly exploding gunshot.

In the battle between the two, time passed.

Dr. Kondraki and Dr. Clef's breathing gradually became heavy, their chests heaving violently, sweat condensed on their foreheads, and fell down their cheeks.

Dr. Kondraki's attacks were more aggressive.

He no longer dodged bullets, but tried to use the sword tip to knock down the weapon in the other party's hand.

Dr. Clef's attacks began to be conservative.

His dual pistols fired alternately, only spraying ammunition the moment he seized the opportunity.

—Bullets are limited.

And so.

Dr. Clef's shooting was more lethal, but Dr. Kondraki could always avoid the fatal blow at the critical moment.

Besides the weapon confrontation, Dr. Clef and Dr. Kondraki also constantly engaged in physical confrontation.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, legs, arms, and even foreheads.

Their bodies turned into weapons, colliding with each other, attacking each other's weaknesses, trying to seize the other's blade.

In the eyes of the audience, although the duel between the two was based on violence, it had more gorgeous colors.

Bullets, blades, plus the rhythm of the most primitive life, were like beautiful works of art.

March 7th looked at the flickering figures on the screen, her eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the two.

Let alone understanding and predicting the battle situation between the two, and the direction of the battle.

And the audience without this attainment could only sigh again and again:

"Awesome!"

"Amazing!"

"666!"

Suddenly.

Dr. Kondraki's footwork changed, and he moved in quickly.

Dr. Clef tried his best to dodge, the sound of gunfire was constant, but it was all defended against.

At the moment of intersection.

Dr. Kondraki's blade finally hit the shotgun precisely.

This slash was strong and powerful.

Dr. Clef realized the danger, but it was already too late.

The blade slid across, the sword body cut into the barrel, sliding across like cutting butter, cutting off much of its upper part.

Dr. Kondraki didn't hesitate to say:

"Clef, it's all over, I'm going to finish you off now."

Dr. Clef didn't have time to be shocked, instinctively waving the shotgun as a shield to block.

At the same time, he adjusted the pistol muzzle and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Why... do you insist on protecting that monster?!"

Dr. Kondraki adjusted his breathing and replied:

"Because, Dr. Clef, things cannot be divided into absolute black and white."

To this, Dr. Clef only had contempt.

He continued to pull the trigger.

But responding to him.

Only—

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

—Ammunition exhausted.

And, Dr. Kondraki's slash.

"Clang!"

Dr. Clef's pistol was also slashed into parts by Dr. Kondraki.

Now, Dr. Clef had no firearms in his hands, and no cold weapons for melee combat.

Even if he had the blessing of "Doctors don't die empty-handed," he couldn't continue to fight.

Kafka was slightly stunned; the speed of this situation change was so fast.

The two who were inseparable and evenly matched just a moment ago had decided the winner in just a few seconds.