Tactical Retreat

The sharp metal fur were no different from needles and their speed were even more faster than a bullet's.

David eyes narrowed slightly as he saw the tips of the needles were coated in purplish colour. They were poisonous.

But his gaze hardened and he smashed his massive fist against the young man.

"Bam!"

While simultaneously activating bronze body as the metal needles struck him, producing a few clanging sounds and then dropping to the ground, after their momentum had been used up.

"Two down, four to go." As he said this, David dashed backwards in a retreat.

"Bang!"

The ground in which he had been standing on previously exploded as a hole the size of an adult's fist could be seen. A large bullet was embedded into it.

David scowled. "Who still uses guns nowadays?"

David continuously retreated, continuously dodging the bullets with his speed.