Harvey York's Rise to Power

Chapter 5954 American firearms were clearly extraordinary; firearms designed to combat expert martial artists and Mutants would surely have better firepower compared to the ordinary ones.

With the terrifying sound and the energy of the shot, ripples could be felt around the entire room.

Seeing that, the Demon Monk took a few steps back.

Harvey smiled faintly, and blew on the barrel of his firearm.

"You're not bad with the firearm, kid." The Demon Monk felt a sharp pain, and saw a red mark on his palm. He flicked his hand to dissipate all the residue energy before chuckling wretchedly at Harvey.

"You managed to get the upper hand with a weapon, but I'll still rip you to shreds in the end!" He was convinced that without the special firearm, Harvey would've died to his move.

"Is that so?" Harvey said, smiling.

The Demon Monk scoffed coldly, then pounced forward in another direction before throwing a punch.

Seeing that, Harvey calmly turned his firearm and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang! Loud sounds were heard; the Demon Monk blocked and dodged every single attack. He even managed to save Xyla, and showed a prideful expression at that.

The disciples of the Smalt Sect cheered loudly.

Harvey didn't care about this at all; he wanted to see just how powerful the firearm was while also testing the Demon Monk's abilities.

Bang, bang, bang! Because of the clashing, the room was in utter chaos.

Everyone instinctively stepped back. The disciples quickly pulled Emil and the rest of the injured people to the corner. They were naturally afraid of getting involved in the terrifying battle.

Bang! Another loud sound was heard before Harvey ran out of bullets.

The Demon Monk seemed excited, and swung both his arms to propel himself upward. He quickly dove right toward Harvey. With the wretched smile on his face, he looked like a hungry tiger pouncing onto its prey. "I'll be sending you off now!" Bam! His hands were just about to reach Harvey's chest, when Harvey appeared right in front of him. "You're too slow." Harvey smiled at the Demon Monk before he swung his palm forward.

Slap! The Demon Monk's head tilted sideways; he was instantly sent flying like a lifeless corpse.

He slammed right into a marble wall behind him, and slowly slid off; all the color in his face died as he fell to the ground.

The room was dead silent. Seeing what had just happened, the disciples of the Smalt Sect looked at each other with disbelief. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The Demon Monk was filled with shock; he stared at Harvey, but he didn't dare let out a single sound. Not only did Harvey's simple slap defeat him with ease, but he was completely crippled by it as well.

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