From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 736

Chapter 736: Worst Match

One of the most tricky things about fighting the Black Hand members wasn’t just their refined technical skill, but their sheer breadth of combat experience. Having been plunged into life-or-death situations for their entire lives, trained exclusively for the art of killing, they possessed an uncanny ability to adapt to any battlefield on the fly.

And now, Darno’s Vow—which had served him so well up until this point—was actively being turned against him. The sharp pain radiated across his back from the fresh gash, but he was honestly even more frustrated that his brand-new Ranger blazer had been damaged in the process.

"Man, I was really hoping I’d be able to walk back to base bragging about how the jacket didn’t get a single tear in it," Darno muttered, gritting his teeth as he adjusted his stance. "I thought these things were supposed to be made from some special tactical material, but it broke so easily. Maybe we really need to get the Gilt Rats to work on something a bit more heavy-duty next time."

He continued to systematically slap away a fast barrage of strikes from Agent Two, but he knew that sooner or later, another precise blade strike was going to find its way past his guard. In a lot of ways, he was starting to regret the harsh conditions of his Vow. Why did his ability have to be so rigid and complicated, especially in a chaotic brawl where he was forced to fight continuously?

I also have a sinking feeling that I’ve been handed the absolute hardest and most dangerous opponent out of the whole damn lot, Darno thought, his mind racing as steel flashed inches from his eyes.

A single knife stab was no joke to almost anyone in the Rangers. Joe was probably the only exception with his freaky regeneration, but after everyone saw the sheer volume of brutal knife strikes Aaron had put Joe through during their training sessions, the kid deserved a break from dealing with bladed assassins.

Damn it, damn it! And of course, being one of the newer members in the group, the Gilt Rats’ lab team said they didn’t have enough high-grade resources left for me! They promised they’d make me something special next time, right after they finished their massive main project!

Taking a moment to dwell on all his frustrations and the subtle unfairness of his situation wasn’t going to help him survive this duel. If anything, if he wanted to prove to everyone that he was worthy of standing among the elite in this organization—that he truly deserved the next high-tech gear the Gilt Rats forged—he was going to have to prove it right here with his own raw grit.

After staying on the defensive for a while longer, several shallow cuts managed to slip past his guard, slicing through the ruined fabric of his blazer and leaving stinging lines across his torso and arms. The cuts were all relatively shallow, but the cumulative pain was beginning to build up. Anyone watching could tell that Agent Two was deliberately pacing his attacks, probing Darno’s defense until he could guarantee a flawless opening for a lethal strike.

Time was definitely not on Darno’s side. His assessment proved entirely correct when Agent Two suddenly lunged straight forward, twisting his lead dagger with terrifying speed, aiming directly for the center of Darno’s chest.

"I’ve tracked every single one of your micro-movements!" Agent Two declared, his eyes cold and confident. "I have no idea why you refuse to move your feet, but this is a guaranteed hit!"

Under normal circumstances, the assassin’s calculation would have been flawless. But Agent Two didn’t account for the fact that Darno was capable of pulling off something far more absurd than standard martial arts.

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