Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
Chapter 716 An Unprecedented Terrible Enemy

Seeing everything happening in front of him, Rohan immediately turned his face as gloomy as the pouring cloud. He had never seen anyone in his living day as capable as the man standing in front of him, who had presented him with both the Chinese internal force of ultimate level and unheard skills and techniques taking down his men without an effort.

For the moment, Rohan, who had touched only the basis of martial arts in his life, raised fear inside, losing all his courage and wondering how he could get away from this unbeatable man.

He took his steps a little backwards, yelling to the two men with shotguns beside him, "Fire, now! Shot him down!"

Hearing that, the men ahead either quickly spread out on both sides or immediately faced down. The two men with shotguns behind then fired all their bullets in the magazine without any hesitation in a second The bullets came out and spread into dense lead pellets rushing to Maximilian at high speed, which could definitely take down any one in front of them.

It seemed that such a scene frightened Maximilian not. Remaining a calm look on his face, he suddenly waved his hand and drew a slash in the air, sending out all his internal force forwards. The force then turned into a stream of wild storm rushing against the coming pellets.

Those lead pellets had completely failed to fight against the forceful storm and went backwards uncontrollably at an even faster speed, which was totally beyond everyone's common sense.

It was not until the numerous pellets penetrated through their clothes and went deep into their bodies that the two men looked down on their bleeding wounds and realized that they were shotted by their own bullets. Panic and fear had dominated their inside world, and intolerable pain forced them to fall to the ground, screaming and wriggling.

All the rest were dumbed by what they saw. It was just madness to them that bullet would rush back to the gun holder amid its way heading to its enemy. Rohan had lost the last of his hopes and decided to abandon his men, turning around and rushing towards the mountain.

Victoria was also shocked by what she saw. She had worried about Maximilian at the beginning, but he just won the battle in a way that was totally out of her imagination. Was it magic? Or was it a kind of supernatural ability given by demons? At the moment, she couldn't help thinking about what else she didn't know yet could Maximilian exactly do.

The rest of Rohan's men standing all got into panic, scattering and fleeting madly like a flock of frightened birds. For those who just faced down dodging the coming bullets, they had no choice but to fleet in a creeping and running position.

Maximilian sneered, caught up with them and did what he had just done to the baldhead to all the men escaping. Just a moment later, they would all die in the way that the baldhead did.

Rohan had spent years of his life on this mountain, and thus he knew the routes here better than anyone. He ran into the depths of the mountain and arrived at his most commonly used shelter among many of the others.

Soon, the rest of his men had constantly caught up with him and reached the place too. They wiped off their sweat and gasped.

"Who the hell was that young man? He really scared me off!"

"Exactly! All I had just seen was something that I could only see from the ridiculous martial arts novel before! Wait... What if he was a god, a god sent to give us punishment?"

The discussion of his men depressed Rohan even more. In his memory, the best of the internal force master he had seen could do was only to deflect the trajectory of bullet. However, what he just saw had definitely distorted his understanding, and the only explanation would be that Maximilian was a martial master beyond any other he had seen in his life.

At that moment, something abnormal happened to his men.

"Hey, bro! Are you alright? You are shedding blood from your mouth! Just lie down and let the boss take your pulse to see what's going on!"

The man shedding blood from his mouth neither knew anything about the other told him nor did he feel anything wrong. While the moment he slightly wiped the corner of his mouth, he began to hasten his breath. He was about to speak out something, but more blood sprouted out of his mouth instead of any words. Uncontrollably, he took a few steps backwards, fell to the ground and died.

He was the first one, while not the last. One by one, each man of Rohan shedded blood from mouth, fell down to the ground and died.

The terrible scene reminded Rohan of something. He then panically touched his mouth, and felt no liquid shedding from mouth except his dry lips, which gave him a relief.

Around him were his fellows, with blood shedding from their mouths and bodies lying everywhere.☐☐☐☐☐☐