If I hadn't reacted quickly, my hand would have been cut off just now. But after using that move, Harlan had also drained a lot of his energy. Despite that, he still looked at me with cold indifference, as if victory was already his. "Bumpkin, you're dead!" he shouted.
Without my gun, I was indeed in a dangerous situation, but I didn't feel discouraged. After all, Harlan wasn't in much better shape than I was. Not only had he exhausted a lot of his energy, but his sword had also been knocked away by the impact with my rifle.
Most importantly, after all that fighting, I had barely sustained any serious injuries—just a few scratches. Harlan, on the other hand, couldn't avoid my bullets. His tail was riddled with bleeding wounds. What was once his powerful weapon was now useless.
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