Faced with such a provocative shot, Mogansa’s expression immediately turned grave, but the Black Brother refused to take a loss, immediately spitting a mouthful of phlegm and flashing a middle finger. Once the duel began, however, the Black Brother seized upon the Glock pistol’s weakness of limited effective range, spinning around and dashing toward the nearby jungle, clearly intending to utilize the complex terrain against Airos, all while moving backward and firing.

Such maneuvering was entirely expected. Prince Stallo’s eyes showed a flicker of appreciation, though he immediately shook his head slightly.

Several scorching bullets streaked through the air, striking mere centimeters from Airos’s body surface, creating faint ripples before being deflected. Airos maintained his measured pace, pressing closer step by measured step! Only when Mogansa moved within effective range did he instantly raise his gun and fire!

It was only then that the onlookers gasped in astonishment to realize that, despite Airos walking and Mogansa running, the former was actually moving faster than the latter!!!

At this moment, Mogansa had just entered the jungle. He rolled, simultaneously kicking over a nearby fern, desperately trying to shield his vital areas behind cover.

But that scorching bullet sliced through the wood with casual ease, striking his right shoulder and spraying a wide arc of blood into the air!

Mogansa’s intended counterattack went wide due to this hit. Yet, his defiant nature immediately drove him to retaliate the moment he was struck.

And just then, as if anticipating Mogansa’s aggressive counter-pounce, Airos raised his weapon, sighted, and coldly pulled the trigger!

This round flew out at a low trajectory, skimming the ground and refracting at an angle of precisely thirty degrees. Mogansa, who always relied on unexpected, devious attacks, had no way of anticipating that the enemy would use his own trick against him—a ricocheting bullet? He was slammed violently in the chest and abdomen, immediately spurting more blood and watching his attempt at a ferocious comeback dissolve into smoke.

Fang Senyan and Jiao Shi exchanged a glance, a subtle sigh escaping them. The situation, they knew, was painfully clear: an absolute, overwhelming suppression based on innate attributes.

Clearly, Airos’s Agility and Perception far surpassed Mogansa’s. While this gap wasn't yet enough to constitute a complete rout in terms of raw strength, the disparity was stark enough for Airos to maintain a commanding, preemptive advantage in every exchange. In such a scenario, relying purely on combat experience had become utterly futile.

This moment revealed the keen insight of Prince Stallo; the warriors he selected were meant to crush the opposition honorably, to defeat them openly and unequivocally! This left the loser with absolutely no room for excuse.

At this juncture, Airos, having seized total command, held a calm expression. He held his gun steady with his right hand, pinning Mogansa down, while his left hand slashed down heavily through the air.

This downward slash left a distinct afterimage in the air. With a swish, a luminous gate materialized, from which stepped two fully armed American soldiers. After quickly scanning their surroundings, they crouched and burst forward, executing textbook tactical maneuvers as they rapidly fanned out to flank the area.

Airos remained rooted to his spot, his eyes seemingly closed, his gun-holding arm resting naturally at his side. He appeared reluctant to move further. But everyone knew that the moment Mogansa reappeared, he would be met with a merciless barrage of firepower!

This method of attack instantly brought to mind the saying: killing two birds with one stone!

“The tide has turned,” the Prince Stallo murmured softly. Though his voice was light, it struck everyone’s ears like a chisel.

Jiao Shi frowned, but a spark ignited in Fang Senyan’s eyes: “Indeed. Airos is doomed to lose.”

Fang Senyan’s declaration was loud enough to halt everyone’s gaze upon him.

As if to immediately test the veracity of their words, in the very next second, Mogansa, forced out from behind a tree, was struck by Airos’s impossibly fast return shot, sent tumbling across the ground in several rolls, leaving scattered traces of blood before disappearing into the thick underbrush.

But this time, Mogansa managed a counterattack while being hit! Beast Instinct, Activate!!

Five bullets spat sharply from his muzzle once more, employing the mysterious ability that had previously downed the katana-wielding Contractor. The five projectiles collided head-to-head, and the final bullet transformed into a beam of white light, shooting directly toward Airos’s brow.

But Airos’s body shimmered, and a semi-transparent, hexagonal shield bloomed outward, violently refracting the bullet away! The final desperate counter was nullified!

“That should suffice,” Prince Stallo stated without looking over, his voice detached. “Two more shots and he’s done.”

Fang Senyan remained silent, but an urgent cry erupted within his mind: If I haven’t guessed wrong… Mogansa, Golden Mogansa, after following me for so long, if your power is truly as immense as Jiao Shi claims, then you should… you should finally have earned the right to take that next step!

The jungle fell utterly silent. The two expressionless American soldiers advanced with rigid, professional tactical movements, cold as killing machines. Their role was simple: cannon fodder, the net cast to drive the fish out of hiding!

But in the very next second, a dazzling crimson light erupted from the thicket where Mogansa had fallen, appearing as sharp as countless needles attempting to pierce everyone’s eyes. Extreme Value Reached! Golden Mogansa had indeed achieved the capacity to break past the fifty-point threshold!!!

And the catalyst, it was suspected, lay with the black weapon he had recently acquired: the N-9 Hornet Pistol (N-9 ).

However, Airos seemed prepared for Mogansa’s awakening; his expression remained unchanged, though his eyes grew noticeably colder. He stood his ground. Suddenly, another shadow leaped from the distance. Airos showed no change in demeanor, making no move, but the two summoned American soldiers immediately raised their weapons and opened fire. With practiced, near-perfect accuracy—brrrt, brrrt—they blasted the shadow out of the air, only to reveal it was nothing more than a dead tree stump.

It was at this precise moment that Mogansa vaulted from behind the cover. Airos’s draw speed was noticeably slower this time, and his finger hesitated on the trigger—he couldn't pull it! Marksmanship demands a clear line of sight between two points, but now, between him and Mogansa, a foreign object lay squarely in the path: his own summoned subordinate.

Since that shot was aborted, Mogansa successfully retreated several meters, melting back into the jungle. Now awakened, even if he still lagged behind Airos in Agility and Perception, he was absolutely no longer completely suppressed as before.

More importantly, Mogansa realized that Airos seemed surprisingly clumsy in his actual shooting technique; not the intuitive, survival-honed instinct of someone fighting for their life, but more akin to a competitive marksman—skilled only through relentless practice.

Mogansa vaulted between the trees continuously, as nimble and graceful as a caribou running across the Alaskan tundra. Every leap utilized the bodies of the two American soldiers perfectly as cover. Hitting the previous Mogansa had been hard enough for those two, let alone the current one.

By the time Airos realized the situation and ordered his two summoned soldiers to move aside, Mogansa had already pulled the distance to nearly one hundred and fifty meters.

This was the absolute limit of the Glock pistol’s effective lethal range. Yet, a cold sneer touched Airos’s lips, for his own health bar remained at one hundred percent. While Mogansa had successfully evaded his range, at this distance, the power of Mogansa’s shots would also be drastically reduced, posing little threat to him!

Never forget, before Mogansa awakened, Airos had completely dominated him in terms of Perception. This meant that Mogansa’s baseline capabilities had not escaped Airos’s notice.

And Airos, equally adept at shooting, knew well that even if base attributes spiked after an awakening, fundamental skills still required training. Based on Mogansa’s prior foundational stats, he wouldn't even qualify to wield a basic, common-grade sniper rifle!

At the two-hundred-meter mark, Mogansa launched his counterattack. The sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the dense woods again. This time, Mogansa’s firing pattern was bizarre—he fired single, controlled shots! At this range, Airos’s attacks still carried danger, but the Glock’s limited range had become its fatal flaw. Mogansa could now evade Airos’s shots without question—it took a fraction of a second for the Glock’s bullets to travel two hundred meters.

The four bullets launched from the Golden Muzzle flashed out, searing brutally into the enemy’s body. After every shot, Mogansa would deliberately advance a step, then retreat, as if his footfalls were laying down a deadly rhythm, an enactment of fatal power. With every upward step, the ground beneath him depressed slightly, leaving clear prints, yet Mogansa moved with an air as if he were floating just above the soil!

Mogansa wasn't targeting Airos; he was eliminating the two relentlessly pursuing American soldiers. He began clearing these "obstacles" for two reasons: first, now that he was so far away, the summons had lost their utility as shields; second, having just awakened, he needed to adapt to his massively increased Agility and Perception and further calibrate his combat style.

The piercing reports sounded as if they came from miles away, yet were alarmingly close.

One summoned American soldier took consecutive hits to the arm, chest, and thigh. Just as he was about to bellow in rage, a flame-tipped round zipped instantaneously into his line of sight!!!