Chapter 140
Boothill got up from the ground, eyes burning with something between fury and exhilaration. He cracked his knuckles, the air around him vibrating as his rifle shimmered again, twisting into a sleek, jet-black revolver with glowing red etchings. "Ya damn screwed up, boy," he growled, rolling his shoulders.
Kevin didn’t back down. His golden aura flared hotter, the ground beneath him darkening from the heat. "Oh yeah? Then come prove it."
Boothill obliged. In a blink, he was gone—a blur of motion too fast to track. March barely had time to register what happened before Kevin blocked the first strike. Boothill’s fist, reinforced by the force of his strange, shifting weapon, clashed against Kevin’s flaming arm with a shockwave that sent cracks racing through the dirt.
Kevin retaliated instantly, swinging a blazing kick. Boothill ducked under it, twisting his revolver upward and firing at point-blank range. Kevin tilted his head at the last second, the bullet grazing past his cheek, sizzling against his fiery aura. With a growl, he launched a fiery uppercut, missing by inches as Boothill flipped backward, landing in a crouch.
March couldn’t tear her eyes away. This wasn’t just a gunfight anymore—it was a battle of raw power. The air shimmered from the heat of Kevin’s flames, and Boothill’s every movement distorted space slightly, his weapon defying all logic as it morphed from revolver to rifle and back mid-swing.
They clashed again.
Kevin hurled a blazing punch. Boothill caught his wrist, using the momentum to spin and slam Kevin into the ground. The impact kicked up a cloud of dust. Before Boothill could press his advantage, Kevin twisted, fire erupting from his feet as he propelled himself back up, launching a flaming elbow into Boothill’s ribs.
Boothill grunted, staggering back, but his smirk never wavered. "That all ya got?"
Kevin grinned, flicking his wrist as flames coiled around his fingers. "Not even close."
The next second, he surged forward, flames coalescing into a massive arc as he swung both fists downward. Boothill fired mid-air, his bullets twisting unnaturally, curving around Kevin’s strikes. Kevin snarled, weaving between them, but Boothill was already moving, using the distraction to sidestep and land a brutal kick to Kevin’s ribs.
Kevin tumbled across the dirt, coughing, but pushed himself up with a wild grin. "Damn. You’re actually good."