The First Magic World War-Chapter 440 - : 407, Arthur Clan’s Gunmanship is the best in the world

Chapter 440: 407, Arthur Clan’s Gunmanship is the best in the world

If the Asiluo Clan are the grandmasters of vampire swordsmanship and the Fanga Clan are the master assassins of the Blood Clan, the Arthur Clan are the classic mages. However, mages have a significant weakness: they aren’t adept at close combat. Therefore, the Arthur Clan developed “Gun Fighting Technique,” and the Blood Burst Technique was devised specifically to complement it.

The Arthur Clan’s gunmanship is said to be the best in the world.

Yes, not just the best among the Blood Clan.

Charles had also learned some gunmanship from the president of the Liemar Detective Agency, Aubrey Barrington Atwood. He had always felt that his marksmanship was good enough, as his main tactic in combat was to rely on close quarters killing.

But under the guidance of Juno Arthur, Charles realized just how ludicrously wrong he had been.

This first-class vampire warrior introduced Charles to various unimaginable “Gun Fighting Techniques,” each secret technique eye-opening for him.

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For the following ten or so days, Charles’s life settled into a steady rhythm: wake up, go to work, have lunch with Anne, sneak out in the afternoon, take a nap at 211B Baker Street, escort Anne home, and train with Juno Arthur.

Since Charles was already a High-Level Transcendent with skilled and easy control over his body, aided by Quickness Technique and Insight among other special abilities, he made remarkably quick progress in both Blood Burst Technique and Gun Fighting Technique.

One evening, Charles entered the Dreamscape again and saw a table in front of Juno with two ordinary handguns on it.

Charles asked with slight excitement, “Teacher Juno, are we going to have a live training session today?”

Juno gave a small smile and said, “You have already mastered sixty-two postures of the Arthur Clan’s Gun Fighting Technique. Indeed, it’s time for us to commence the next phase of your training.”

“Today we will have a—real fight!”

“Choose a handgun! They are all ordinary vampiric weapons, not as powerful as your Red-Blue Rattlesnake or the Withering Rose.”

Charles picked up one of the handguns. Both were of the same quality, both First Order Extraordinary Weapons, First Order Vampiric Pistols.

Juno picked up the other handgun, gave Charles a slight smile, and before Charles knew it, he had been shot. The black muzzle of the gun protruded from underneath his ribcage; the shot was made without a hint of smoke or fire. Charles didn’t even see the sign of the shot being fired, even with his Insight activated.

It was a while before Charles recovered, grateful that this was in Juno’s Dreamscape. He only felt pain in his knee, but he was not actually injured.

Juno, still smiling, said, “The six key elements of Gun Fighting Technique are: not letting anyone see you draw; uncovering the enemy’s weak points—in your case, you wanted to activate Quickness Technique, leaving your knee’s Blood Energy at its weakest; pulling the trigger fastest; hitting the target accurately; protecting oneself; and being ready to fire a second shot.”

Charles mused, “Your move just now was extremely covert, resembling the Gun Fighting Technique ‘Underarm Concealment.’ I habitually tried to activate Quickness Technique, and you are too familiar with my attacking pattern. You deliberately slowed down the speed of firing, but you were still faster than me. As for accuracy, well, that’s a shooter’s basic skill.”

“Your posture a moment ago was very graceful, but always ready to leap backwards. And as for being ready to fire a second shot…”

Charles smiled wryly and said, “I guess you had at least six choices, all in anticipation of my possible counters. You had predicted them all.”

Juno nodded and said, “A pupil worth teaching!”

He moved his right hand, and as Charles prepared to dodge to the side, the vampire warrior’s left hand produced a handgun with an air of magic, and he shot Charles in the knee.

Charles couldn’t help but inwardly curse his own stupidity for not noticing that Juno had switched the handgun to his other hand.

That night, the two exchanged blows more than two hundred times.

Juno, as the first and strongest of the Blood Clan, his marksmanship was acclaimed as the best in the Old Continent.

He even managed to slaughter Charles using only the power of an Intermediate-rank Transcendent.

The Arthur Clan’s Gun Fighting Technique, wielded by him to perfection, allowed him to injure Charles, who had already stepped into the High Order, without the need for a second shot.

Charles had always thought that, as a High-Level Transcendent, he need not fear weapons wielded by those of a Low Order, but under Juno’s gun, he realized that his circulation of Blood Energy was uneven, exposing weaknesses everywhere. Although these vulnerabilities might be fleeting, if seized by a skilled enemy, they could mean the difference between life and death.

Waking up the next morning, Charles felt pain in every part of his body, especially his knees, which hurt unbearably. He now knew that the Quickness Technique, despite being powerful, was not without its flaws; every time he used the technique, his knees were likely to get shot.

That day, Charles did not go to work. After all, he was the highest administrator of the Central Government Office, and no one would record his absence.

At noon, Anne and Antonio came together.

Upon seeing Charles, Antonio spoke with a grave expression, “Zimmerman is indeed not dead! How could he not be dead? I distinctly remember…”

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Charles shrugged his shoulders, poured a pint of ale for Antonio, and said, “I can’t answer that question. You must remember, I was a mere clerk back then, with no access to any secrets.”

Charles hadn’t had the time to look for Antonio these days, but he had been meeting with Anne every day, so naturally, he told her about the matter and had her relay the message to her brother. Many days had passed, and with Antonio’s sudden visit, it was apparent he must have conducted an investigation.

Antonio said in a low voice, “This is a big deal. If Zimmerman is still alive, he will certainly seek revenge. All six people who besieged him will be in danger!”

Charles asked, “Did His Majesty participate in that battle?”

Antonio shrugged, “My father did not.”

Charles said, “But His Majesty will still be in danger.”

Antonio sighed and said, “I shouldn’t have listened to that old coot Wood Brandon.”

Antonio was filled with deep remorse.

Charles raised an eyebrow at the mention of Wood Brandon; even as a merchant’s son, he recognized the name. Wood Brandon was the chief of all ministers in the Empire, the Chancellor of the Fars Empire! Known for his excellence in both civil and military affairs, not only was he a top Sacred Order, but also well-versed in literature, art, and strategy, deeply trusted by Julius Axler VI. However, he mysteriously retired to his fiefdom for recuperation a few years ago and had not returned since.

While Fars had an Imperial Chancellor, Strasbourg had never had one.

When Charles was still a junior clerk, he thought the old Emperor intended to consolidate power, not realizing there was such an affair behind it.

He asked, “Who else was involved in the siege against Zimmerman?”

After some thought, Antonio said, “This matter should have been the utmost secret, but now that Julius Axler has died, there’s no need for concealment.”

“Out of the six people who besieged Zimmerman, aside from myself, the other five were from the Royal Family.”

“If it weren’t for the fact that those individuals were severely injured in the battle against Zimmerman, Redmir would not have had the opportunity to successfully usurp the throne.”