Xu Keming slammed heavily into the ground, a sharp, searing pain ripping through his chest as if jagged shards of glass were scraping against his lungs with every breath. Knowing he was at a life-or-death juncture, he suppressed the agony with sheer force of will and rolled behind nearby cover. His eyes darted across the battlefield, quickly spotting a pistol lying not far away. He reached out, snatched it up, and changed the magazine with practiced, desperate efficiency; the sound of metal clicking into place rang out with startling clarity amidst the chaos.
Muto Muraki scrambled to his feet, his face streaked with dirt and sweat, his eyes burning with a manic intensity. Before he could even brush off the debris, he lunged toward a dropped submachine gun. Just as his fingers were about to graze the weapon, Xu Keming leaned out from behind his cover and fired. The bullet grazed Muto Muraki’s arm, carving a bloody furrow, but he ignored the wound entirely. He rolled with the momentum, scooped up the gun, and unleashed a hail of gunfire toward Xu Keming’s position.
As bullets shredded the cover, showering Xu Keming in debris and dust and forcing him to keep his head down, Muto Muraki dove behind a large tree. Feeling his pain intensifying, he set the submachine gun down. He looked down to see his right wrist horribly dislocated, the bone twisted at an unnatural angle. He took a sharp breath, gripped his wrist firmly with his left hand, his arm trembling from the agony and adr…
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