Chapter 73: Bullet Train
They all ganged up on Manhattan in a desperate last stand.
Mel and Hardy formed a connecting thread of qi between their hands, which Yuan recognized as the same technique they used to cut Duckman in half during the race. He himself grabbed his revolver with his free hand and held the cube with the other. He fired a volley of elemental bullets at the nuclear cultivator while his allies attempted to slice him in two.
Manhattan simply dodged Yuan’s bullets and then cut the brothers’ thread with a wave of his palm.
Yuan had seen the latter slice a man in two easily enough, but Manhattan had snapped it with a flick of his fingers like a silk string. The nuclear cultivator ignored the brothers and charged at the Gunsoul in the blink of an eye, his gaze solely focusing on the cube.
Yuan immediately retreated with a Recoil Shockwave, only for Manhattan to teleport right in front of him in a flash of green protons, a radioactive fist aimed at his face.
Yuan’s senses let him see and react quicker than any man, but he still failed to dodge the blow in time. A sharp surge of pain erupted in his skull as Manhattan’s fist shattered his lower jaw and sent it flying into pieces.
It could have been worse. Had Yuan been a split second slower, then the blow would have torn off his entire head and his bullet-core along with it.
The fact he was alive at all spoke volumes about Manhattan’s state of weakness. Yuan had witnessed him exchange blows with Arc and the Khan at speeds that surpassed Coyote’s. He was slow, and his blows lacked their previous weight.
But a weakened Fifth Coil cultivator was still in a league of its own.