Chapter 983 The Impossible Stronghold (5)

Eyes wide, Marcus looked at Cassius in surprise.

The leader of the Round Table party had just leapt from the ground below and was gripping the railing at the top of the stronghold's wall with one hand while holding his amethros sword in the other.

On this island where it was impossible to fly, his maneuver had been incredibly dangerous. Had he missed the railing he would have kept ascending until the momentum of his jump wore off. Not to mention that fact that thousands of bullets and dozens of rockets were flying around. It would have been all too easy for him to have been hit while in the air and unable to dodge.

'Actually, it looks like he did get hit a few times.' Marcus observed.

He could see several spots where Cassius had been hit by bullets and was bleeding.

Thankfully the damage was superficial. The bullets had hit and bounced off him and left only scratches that were already healing. Proof that Cassius possessed incredible durability.