Final Tournament III

Bang!

Victor pulled the trigger of the two guns that were in his hands and then heaved a deep breath.

He glared at Elisa, who had easily dodged the two gunshots that came at her, and his lips curved inwardly.

"What happened, I thought you don't miss a target," Elisa said in a mocking tone.

The number of times Victor had to pull the trigger was uncountable, as Elisa was able to elude from every single one of them.

She made a mockery of him the whole time.

"Y-You…" Victor stuttered.

"You what?" Elisa sneered.

"That's because you took away my power, if not I would have ended you by now," Victor said in an enraged tone.

Meanwhile, Elisa shook her head.

"And don't you come to act like some pro. Just as I'm unable to do anything to you, you also can't lay a finger on me." Victor blurted.

And there was indeed no lie to the words he had just said. Elisa was unable to move close to him, because of the gunshot she had to deal with.

"We will see about that," Elisa said.