Zac appeared behind Mingo, slicing through the gang leader's arm effortlessly. The severed limb dropped into the mud with a sickening thud,
Though Zac had teleported in an instant, Mingo still managed to react—his remaining fist began to coalesce with solid earth.
The young blue-haired Traveler celebrated too early. He didn't expect Mingo to counter so quickly, nor to be so indifferent when losing an arm.
THUD.
An earthen fist slammed into Zac's stomach, forcing a strange exhale to escape his lips. The wind was entirely knocked out of him—especially with him ragdolling across the muddy ground a dozen meters away.
FWIP FWIP FWIP.
The goons—who didn't react to their leader's absence of an arm—all collectively fired their explosive rounds.
Mark had preemptively activated both Calm Mind and the Blitz technique.
White light engulfed his sword and torso, momentarily blinding him.
WHOOSH.