Chapter 144 Practice More Dishes

Bullets pinged and ricocheted off Dunn, merely tearing his clothes, the projectiles sprung away as they touched skin like steel.

He growled lowly as his body swelled, his height reaching two and a half meters, his muscles rippling beneath his suit, now a tight-fitting garment. With one arm propped against his chest like a shield, he charged like a shell towards the mine's exit.

What kind of magic is this, that it can block bullets, a metal shell?

Wayne looked towards the rip in the suit, and with the help of the dim mine light, he vaguely saw the sheen of white metal.

He had no time for wonder as he stepped in front of the mine's exit, fingers hooking slightly as several vines shot out from the ground.

The vines, like venomous snakes, wound around Dunn's feet. Though they were torn apart by the brute force enacted upon them, their resistance still affected his balance. He pitched forward, his momentum involuntarily decreasing and stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.