From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 734

Chapter 734: Bad Match up

One of the newest additions to the Rangers was making his debut in a major way: Na.

He had been fighting for a long time even before joining a gang, having served in elite special forces units where he received top-tier training and was always considered one of the absolute best. His combat style consisted of heavy, compact strikes. Because his movements were so tightly controlled, they hit their targets far more often than not. There were almost no wild swings for opponents to predict. His technique, his timing among other things was the reason why he was a major force in the Rejected Corps, but there was still one major downside to his approach: his lack of pure speed.

"Big man, you should know by now that this fight is a complete lost cause!" the woman shouted, ducking smoothly under a tight hook.

The swing was devastatingly powerful—even with its short arc, it almost felt like the wind itself was being dragged along with his fist. She had been avoiding the heavy strikes for a while now, she knew how dangerous they were from the first swing.

Holding small specialized darts between her fingers, she lunged inside his guard and slammed one into Na’s side. The sharp tip made a small puncture through his clothes and skin, but she was quick to pull it back and retreat before he could counter.

Whenever it looked like Na was about to charge in and close the gap, she flicked a dart straight at his eyes, forcing him to bring his hand up to protect his face. The moment the point pierced his skin, she yanked the fine line attached to it, twirling out of range to avoid another incoming blow.

This tedious exchange had been going on for a while now, leaving several small puncture wounds and stinging pain scattered all over Na’s body.

"I can tell you have real skill, but you’re just too slow, and your reach isn’t anything special," she taunted. "If you can’t hit me, you’ll never be able to win this fight. You’re eventually going to tire out, and when you do, that’s when I’ll take my opening."

Na knew she was right, and it was deeply frustrating. With the power of his Vow, he only needed one clean hit to finish his opponent off for good. However, it wasn’t just raw speed that was making things difficult—it was how ridiculously flexible and skilled she was. She could read the setup for his compact strikes before he even threw them.

The only game he could play was a war of attrition to see who got tired or made a mistake first. But Na had to wonder: was that really his only option?

Elsewhere, Stephen was locked in his own battle against the woman dressed in office attire. She seemed to hold a massive grudge against him for targeting her the moment the two groups clashed.

Stephen’s Vow granted him unnatural bursts of speed, and with the high-tech exoskeleton powering his arms, combining the two gave him overwhelming physical force.

However, something unexpected was happening. He charged forward, aiming a lightning-fast strike at her stomach, but right before he reached her, a sharp foot snapped up and caught him flush across the face.

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