Chapter 1102

However, the marksman soon lost the smile on his face. Wilbur's body somehow arched around the bullets in a gravity-defying turn that made it look like he had no bones. All three shots missed him by a hair's breadth once more. The marksman got another shot in, but Wilbur had already landed on the building and was slowly making his way over. The marksman gripped his gun and started backing away. He was drenched in cold sweat by the time his back hit the edge of the building. There was nowhere left for him to run. Gritting his teeth, he raised his gun once again. Just then, Wilbur waved his hand. A crescent blade aura shot out, slicing the marksman's weapon clean in half along with one of the marksman's arms. He cried out in agony as he clutched his wound and stared at Wilbur in terror. Wilbur stopped a few meters before him, eyeing him coldly. "Who ordered you to kill me?" The marksman did not want to answer, but an invisible fear seemed to have taken complete hold