Face-Slapping System

Roland as well as the three guards looked at the situation in surprise.

A mysterious force-field appeared around Razor and the other cultivators that Roland and the others had targeted. Each of them was wrapped by the force-field as if a mummy wrapped in linen.

The bullets that seemed to pierce through anything suddenly stopped in mid-air. The bullets trembled for a moment before all of them fell to the cold floor as they lost their momentum.

With eight bullets wasted on the first fire, Roland and the others, who was so sure that they would hit their target, were surprised and bewildered.

'They truly existed…' Roland muttered in shock.

The conjecture that he had come true. Although he already expected this, he was still in shock that they truly existed for real. Not only that, but their powers were also even more magical than he initially thought it would be.

However, Roland and the other three were only surprised for a moment before they regained their cool.

Not knowing how the forcefield worked, they decided to shift their target to the mortal's around.

Only a split second had passed since the bullet hit the floor. The mortal men of Razor reacted to the sound but had not made sense of what was going on yet.

The moment they realized it, everything was already too late.

Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! 𝐟𝙧ee𝔀e𝐛𝓃𝐨𝚟𝑒𝗹.c𝗼𝚖

Multiple gunshots sounded once again. However, this time, the force-field no longer appeared. The confused mortal men realized the pain on their shoulders. Each of them collapsed one after the other as the agonizing pain rushed through their brain.

Blood oozed out of their wounds as they dropped to the ground and crawled away to search for a place to hide as they tried to stop the bleeding on their shoulders, but it was to no avail. Their panicked stricken heart seemed to even worsen the bleeding on their shoulders. The thought of fighting back the unknown opponent seemed not to cross their mind at all.

However, Razor was different.

Having experienced a lot of battle, he immediately traced the bullet's origin and immediately let out a curse, "YOU BASTARDS!"

At the same moment, he and the eight cultivators turned to look in four different directions.

The bullets rained on them again, but they seemed not to care. The force-field remained intact and unbreachable.

Swoosh!

Eight of them jumped off at the same time, reaching the second floor in an instant.

Four directions, four pairs, four opponents.

Grouping themselves into two, the eight cultivators including Razor arrived in front of Roland and the others.

At this point, all the mortal men had basically been immobilized. The only one that remained standing was the eight of them who were covered with the force-field from earlier.

'Wait, only, eight? Where's the other one?' Roland suddenly thought as he hurriedly scanned the surroundings.

Roland and the others became vigilant.

'His threat level has completely died down, don't worry about him!' He was about to scan his surroundings when One told him this piece of information.

Earlier, One has mentioned that the nine cultivator's threat aura seemed to be in the state of always fluctuating. Roland did not know the reason why, but this was not something he should be thinking of right now.

Abandoning the guns, Roland and the three guards welcomed the cultivators head-on and barehanded.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Roland and the three guard's Level 1 Unarmed Combat was no joke. The cultivators made their punch first, but Roland and the other three's fists seemed to have a mind of their own, traveling between extremely tight spaces as they landed right into the chest of their enemy.

Multiple booming sounds resounded once again as four bodies were sent flying to the first floor.

All of them were weak with them being just at the Level One strength. With their strength, Roland and the others managed to take care of half of their opponents in an instant.

Fortunately for them, they have the force-field to protect themselves.

Even with Roland and the others not holding their punches back, they still did not manage to break through the force-field's defense.

Roland retracted his hand in pain as he dodged sideways to avoid the oncoming attack of one of the cultivators.

After successfully dodging the attack, Roland stepped forward once more and delivered yet another unrestrained blow towards his opponent.

The same scene occurred in Two and Three.

However, Razor was not as lucky.

Facing One who was already at peak Level 3, the strength that he had been proud of so far was like a child in front of an adult.

Boom!

Just like the first one, Razor's force-field trembled upon receiving One's terrifying attack.

Even with the force-field protecting him from harm, Razor still felt as if he was getting wrecked by a sledgehammer head-on.

Barely managing to defend himself, Razor has no time to relax and help his Power Slaves who were being beaten by Roland and the other two.

Right now, he could even barely defend himself, how could he dare to even take a glance at his Power Slaves?

The punch of the man in front of him started to terrify Razor. Every punch was equally strong as the last one. He seemed to have an endless supply of stamina as he kept on punching Razor's force-field.

Razor kept on retreating as the force behind each punch was equally terrifying than the last.

Roland, who just sent his opponent flying with a kick, jumped to the side to dodge an incoming attack as his eyes observed the whole situation.

His eyes lit-up a moment later as he saw One and Razor's battle.

'Yes, that's it. Harder, hit him harder!' He sent an order to One, as he grabbed the ankle of his opponent and smashed him on the floor.

The floor creaked and cracked as the wooden platform of the second floor broke apart. His opponent's body was buried on the broken woods, but Roland knew that he was still alive due to the force-field.

His eyes did not leave Razor, as Razor continued to receive the beating of his lifetime behind his sacred force-field.

'The force-field around him is flickering!' Roland shouted inside his mind seeing Razor's unfavorable situation against the oppressive One.

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