Chapter 938: Chapter 934: The Disappearing Companion Chapter 938: Chapter 934: The Disappearing Companion Shadows enveloped the area, blocking the moonlight.

Oh no.

Grace was terrified. Before he even had time to raise his gun, his arm was seized and pushed down by Bi Fang, who appeared mid-air.

From leaping to falling, it seemed like a long process, but that was merely in the emotional response where the brain faced an unforeseen situation and devised a series of counter-moves; such a short duration is absolutely impossible to react to.

The normal human reaction time typically ranges from 0.2 to 0.3 seconds, depending on the person’s receptors and other analyzers, as well as the coordination between the central nervous system and the neuromuscular system.

With training, a person’s reaction time can briefly approach 0.2 seconds and, under super performance, even drop below 0.2, but it can never go below 0.1 seconds.

This is why in professional sprint events, once the start reaction time falls below 0.1 seconds, it is considered a false start. Humans have limits, and 0.1 seconds is the extreme limit of an athlete’s response to the sound of a gun through extensive training.

In more complex terrain combat, facing scenarios that aren’t just a single gunshot, the enemy’s reaction time can only be longer.

Grace’s subconscious move to lift his gun was the muscle memory kicking in from long-term training.

Bi Fang was different; his thinking was nearly four times faster than everyone else’s, coupled with his superior dynamic visual tracking, which allowed him to break free from relying solely on muscle memory during fights and instead adopt better strategies.

Bi Fang, while still in mid-air, grabbed hold of the opponent’s wrist, pushing it aside, and waited to land to have a point of support before smashing downwards.

Grace tried to resist, but he found the opponent’s strength overwhelmingly great, not just slightly stronger, but a whole level above, almost impossible to counteract.

When Grace realized this, he immediately abandoned the idea of shooting and instead pulled out a dagger from his thigh and stabbed toward Bi Fang’s waist.

Unfazed, Bi Fang recklessly threw a punch at Grace’s head.

With a thud, Grace felt his nose break, a severe dizziness echoing in his mind, but he didn’t let go. However, when the dagger struck, it didn’t feel like it pierced flesh, but rather like it stabbed into something hard.

It’s an anti-stab vest!

Seeing the dagger couldn’t penetrate, the audience then remembered that Bi Fang was wearing an anti-stab vest. Given the opponent’s forceful posture, it simply couldn’t pierce through such protection.

This was also why Bi Fang targeted the torso when archery; on one hand, he didn’t want to kill, and on the other, it was very likely that these poachers each had bulletproof anti-stab vests.

Just as Bi Fang was about to take advantage of the situation and completely immobilize his opponent, the reliable Beastly Instinct once again emitted a warning.

Bi Fang, initially thinking of delivering another punch, changed his mind. Transforming his punch into a palm, he grabbed Grace’s collar and rolled with the burly man in front of him, using his body as a shield.

Gunfire lit up the woods, bullets whistling as they were discharged but missed their target, instead striking Grace, who was used as a human shield.

The distance was too close; the bulletproof vest could only prevent penetration but not completely neutralize the force.

A severe pain spread from Grace’s spine, pain writhing like a giant python tightly coiling around his backbone, making it impossible for him to breathe and sapping his ability to resist.

Bi Fang grabbed Grace, curled up like a long bow, placed his feet on his abdomen, and kicked fiercely!

The burly man weighing nearly two hundred pounds was sent flying, scraping the ground and crashing into a tree, his fragile back suffering another heavy blow.

Grace’s brain went blank instantly, the immense impact nearly causing him to vomit up his dinner.

“Grace!!”

Chaman shouted, looking at the shooter Sisko, who also appeared stunned, clearly not expecting Bi Fang to use Grace as a human shield.

Luckily, since one arm was injured, Sisko was using a handgun, so the situation wasn’t irredeemable.

But even so, the successive heavy blows left Grace completely curled up under the tree, motionless, completely losing response capabilities.

“Damn it!”

Chaman roared, dragging his lame leg and firing into the woods. The fire blazed continuously, also awakening the dazed Sisko, who aimed and fired multiple shots at Bi Fang. However, the latter, slick as an eel, dodged the bullets and hid behind cover.

Bi Fang leaned against the rocks, panting heavily, and just when everyone thought Master Fang had narrowly escaped danger once again, they saw him pulling up his pants to reveal a clear blood streak on his calf, with skin slightly curled on both sides, exposing the raw, red flesh beneath.

A bullet had obviously grazed him.

Seeing this, many people felt their hearts clench.

“Damn, he’s wounded.”

“Is he okay?”

“It doesn’t seem too serious.”

Sweat poured down his forehead in large amounts, nearly gluing his hair together.

Being forewarned about danger wasn’t always foolproof.

Bi Fang reminded himself internally, while simultaneously wiping off all the sweat.

Facing a group of desperate men, Bi Fang clearly wasn’t having an easy time.

The gunfire outside the cover stopped again, possibly to reload or maybe to save ammunition, momentarily giving the impression of a mid-battle break.

“Wait, where’s Guvas?”

Chaman, leaning against a tree with an injured leg, looked around and noticed that Guvas had disappeared without a trace.

With a Sisko handgun and his submachine gun, no wonder the firepower had decreased so much recently.

Sisko tore off a strip of cloth from his clothing to bandage his continuously bleeding arm, turned around upon hearing Chaman, and realized that Guvas had indeed vanished.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

In the dense forest, a pale-lipped Guvas leaned against a tree trunk, gasping heavily. He dragged his injured leg forward, not even having time to bandage his wounded calf, letting the blood flow freely.

Behind him, gunfire could still be heard in the woods, yet Guvas actually managed a grin, for he had finally found what he was searching for.

In the forest, an off-road pickup truck quietly stayed hidden in the bushes.

Knowing what was in the vehicle made Guvas’s heart race, causing even more blood to surge from his calf wound.

An immense excitement spread through his limbs and body, bringing an unparalleled thrill that made all his hairs stand on end.

Gasping heavily, Guvas hobbled through the tall grass to the side of the pickup, placed his hands on the bumper, and slowly moved himself.

Through the broken rear window, Guvas spotted his unconscious companion Ved as well as the black guide.

Unfortunately, Guvas was not there to rescue his companions.

“Ugh ugh ugh!”

Muffled shouts came from nearby, and Guvas, surprised, turned around to find that it was the dentist Palmer, who had come to hunt the Lion King.

At that moment, Palmer was tied to a tree, his mouth not gagged with cloth but instead bound by a rope that constricted his teeth.

Stuffing a cloth into the mouth didn’t really help unless the bound person didn’t curl their tongue to push it out, but a rope didn’t have that problem.

Seeing someone approaching, Palmer desperately tried to shout for help.

But if Guvas didn’t even care about his own companion, why would he bother with him?

Palmer could only watch helplessly as he was ignored, saw Guvas move towards the driver’s seat, opened the door, and suddenly, a shadow leapt from the passenger seat of the car, jumped out the window, and fled.