Fang Zhixin fell from the sky and landed on the ground. But there were gunmen here as well, aiming at him, and bullets kept flying in from outside.
The firing coordinates had been set in advance, with someone assigned to shoot at every position. It didn't matter that the shooters weren't Third Limit Fighters; they didn't need to see his movements clearly. They just had to listen for cues from the spotters.
So when he landed this time, he was hit by several more shots, and not just from one direction. Bullets pierced various parts of his body.
But as a Third Limit Fighter, these were mostly superficial wounds and didn't affect him much. His movements were still agile and swift. After landing, he pushed off his toes and shot forward with a SWOOSH. With a loud CRASH, he broke through a wall and charged in one direction.
After crashing through a dozen or so rooms, he leaped forward and suddenly vanished from his pursuers' sight.
