My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 469

Victor, sensing a shift in the air, reacted instantly, ducking out of sheer instinct.

The motion saved him from a fatal strike as Sparrow’s dagger only managed to graze the edge of Victor’s hair.

Sparrow raised an eyebrow, momentarily perplexed. Despite his superior agility, Victor’s instincts were far more dangerous than he had anticipated.

As Victor ducked and quickly spun around, he aimed to sweep his legs out from under Sparrow.

However, Sparrow was already one step ahead. Noticing the movement, he quickly pivoted and delivered a precise knee strike.

The positioning worked in his favor, allowing him to connect the blow just as Victor was mid-turn.

Sparrow’s knee slammed into Victor’s face before he could fully complete his sweeping motion, sending a shockwave of impact through Victor’s face.

Although Victor’s instincts were extraordinary, they couldn’t match Sparrow’s speed.

The knee strike landed squarely on Victor’s face, shattering his nose with a sickening crunch.

The force of the blow forced him to stagger back a few steps.

Dazed and disoriented, Victor pressed his hand to his nose, feeling the warm trickle of blood seeping through his fingers, dripping down to his lips.

The sharp sting of pain reverberated through his skull, and his vision blurred as his head throbbed.

’Fuck! I think my lip’s busted too!’ Victor thought, the realization making his anger flare.

He glared at Sparrow with renewed ferocity, the sting of the attack fueling his rage.

Grunting, he roughly wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes narrowing into a deadly, menacing glare as he locked onto Sparrow.

The taste of blood only heightened his determination to turn the tide in his favor.

Victor shifted his stance, sidestepping cautiously as he drew his dagger.

He knew that trying to engage Sparrow with his assault rifle was pointless—Sparrow seemed to glide on the wind with every movement, too elusive for gunfire.

So, Victor decided to close the distance and rely on his hand-to-hand combat skills, confident in his own strength and fighting prowess.

What he didn’t realize, however, was that it was the worst decision he could have made.

He never anticipated that his instincts, which had always kept him alive in the most dangerous situations, would fail him at this critical moment.

As Victor took another cautious side step, Sparrow surged forward with a smirk, taunting him.

But Victor could barely track Sparrow’s movements, let alone see his expression.

In an instant, Sparrow turned into a blur, and before Victor even realized it, Sparrow’s dagger had already swung through the air.

Victor stepped back instinctively, but Sparrow, anticipating his reaction, adjusted his position.

With a swift, calculated motion, he swung his dagger again, this time slashing across Victor’s shoulder, cutting deep into his chest and down to his stomach.

The wound was severe.

Blood spilled freely as Victor staggered back, his hand instinctively reaching for his gut.

His fingers met the warm, sticky blood, and to his horror, he felt the raw edge of the wound.

His stomach had been torn open, and the pain hit him like a wave, his vision blurring as he struggled to maintain his balance.

Victor glanced down in horror, seeing his intestines spilling from the gaping wound.

His eyes widened, disbelief spreading across his pale face as dizziness overtook him.

His vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to spin.

He tried to focus on Sparrow, but his weakening body refused to cooperate.

The blood loss was rapid, and with each passing second, he could feel the life draining from him.