The Peerless Man With a Thousand Gifts

097 The Showdown

Michael looked around in confusion. Did he miss the shot? Were his bullets blank? He checked the rifle for issues, but everything was perfect.

"You got lucky, young man," he called out to Victor. "Next time, I will fire three shots to ensure you die. Say your prayers!"

Clive began the countdown again. "Three… Two… One… Go!"

Michael had declared he would fire three shots, but he impulsively fired a volley of seven bullets aimed at Victor's torso and head. The gymnasium boomed with explosive echoes.

The muscular general raised his head to see the damage done. However, the scene before him was surreal.

Victor had not moved an inch from his position. However, he had made a fist as if he had something lodged between his fingers. Was it a grenade?

Victor opened his fist, and a handful of metal slugs dropped onto the floor. What were those? Michael's eyes widened as he realized that the misshapen metal pieces were nothing but the bullets he fired.

The four-star general's face darkened, and