<h4>Chapter 72 Elite SS</h4>


    The figure that stood before him, draped in armor and emzoned with the insignia of the SS, carried the formidable reputation of a sub-boss opponent. This opponent was on par with the Night Wolf, and n knew that any error in judgment could be hisst.


    n''s experience in such high-stakes scenarios kicked in. Without a moment''s hesitation, he swiftly drew his [Glock 17], aiming it withser-like precision at the menacing figure before him. The narrow confines of the alleyway should have given him an advantage, making dodging near impossible for the SS soldier.


    Yet, to n''s astonishment, the soldier defied expectations. Disying a level of agility unbefitting of his bulky armor, the SS soldier danced to and fro, sidestepping with grace, all while managing to aim and shoot his iconic Nazi sidearm, the [Luger]. Every movement was precise, every shot calcted. The echo of gunshots filled the confined space, with ricochets and muzzle shes painting a scene of chaotic artistry.


    The stato rhythm of their firefight was unrelenting. n''s Glock spat out its 9 rounds in rapid session, while the soldier''s Luger answered with its 8.


    [Shooting: Inflicts 28 damage] [Shooting: Received 36 damage]


    Dust and debris floated around them, marking the path of their deadly exchange. n, relying on his reflexes and marksmanship, managed to find his mark thrice, but not without taking two hits in return. It became evident to him that while their shooting skills might be on par, the soldier''s armor and the potency of the Luger had given him an edge.


    The distinct sound of empty chambers echoed through the alley, signaling that both their firearms had run dry. Without missing a beat, the SS soldier unsheathed a gleamingbat knife, its de reflecting a murderous intent.


    With a resounding sh, their des met, creating sparks that lit up the dimly lit alley. From the very onset, the sheer force of the SS soldier''s blow took n off-guard. He could feel the reverberations all the way up to his wrist, a clear indication that his Strength stat, ssified as an E, was at a disadvantage against this foe. As they engaged further, even n''s agility, ranked at D, seemed merely to match that of the SS soldier, making it difficult for n to gain an upper hand based solely on raw physical prowess.


    However, what n might havecked in brute force or speed, he more thanpensated with skill and expertise. Years of training and countless battles had given him a deep understanding ofbat mechanics. Recognizing the flow of the battle and sensing the rhythm of his opponent''s movements, n waited for the perfect opportunity. With a quick step forward and a thrust of his de, he executed a [Lunge Strike], piercing the soldier''s armor and drawing first blood.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 28 damage]


    But he wasn''t done yet. Riding on the momentum of his initial attack, n swiftly transitioned into a [Power Strike], using the weight of his body and the full force of his swing to deal a more substantial blow.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 42 damage]


    Yet, the SS soldier was no pushover. Almost immediately, he retaliated, his de finding its mark on n''s side, a stinging reminder of the soldier''s lethal proficiency.


    [Stabbing: received 26 damage]


    [Status: Critical]


    The pain was sharp and immediate, prompting n to rapidly assess his situation. His health was critically low, and in this perilous situation, he had to make a split-second decision. Reaching into his inventory, he retrieved one of his umon treasures, the [Blood Pack]. As he consumed it, a soothing sensation enveloped him, as his wounds began their rapid regeneration.


    [Recover 80 Hp within 120 seconds]


    Thanks to his [First Aid] skill, n received an additional boost, regaining a total of 88 health points over the span of two minutes. But he was keenly aware that this temporary respite was just that – temporary. The elite soldier, with a staggering health pool of 300 HP, was far from being out of the fight. And worse, the muffled footsteps echoing from a distance were a stark reminder that reinforcements were fast approaching.


    Desperate times called for desperate measures. n knew he had to shift gears. As they continued their dance of steel, n spotted an opening. But instead of exploiting it with his sword, he had a different n. In one fluid motion, he reached for his [sawed-off shotgun], aiming it squarely at the soldier''s chest. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.


    BAM!!


    The deafening st echoed in the narrow alley, signaling a drastic change in the tide of battle.


    The powerful st from the sawed-off shotgun left a gaping hole in the elite soldier''s armor. The sheer impact of the shot,bined with the focused energy it delivered, tore through his defenses.


    [Shooting: Lethal shots Inflicts 102 damage]


    n barely had time to process his actions when the game''s interface notified him of his triumph.


    [You have killed the elite soldier]


    [You gained 800 XP and 400 survival points]


    Exhaling a breath he hadn''t realized he was holding, n felt a mix of relief and triumph. The odds had been stacked against him, yet his quick thinking and adaptability had prevailed. However, his respite was short-lived. As he caught his breath, a shimmering green light caught his eye. Materializing from the vanquished foe''s remains was a distinctive glowing box, pulsating with a mysterious energy.


    [Umon Drop Box]


    Curiosity piqued, n approached the box, cautiously opening it. Inside, nestled like a prized jewel, was a pristine firearm that immediately caught his attention.


    [Name: Luger P08]


    [Type: Weapon (small firearm)]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Firepower 44-54 (50 meters), 38-42 (50-100 meters)]


    [Magazine: 8 rounds (19mm)]


    [Fire Rate: up to 4 rounds/ second]


    [Effects: Bonus 20% damage against human]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Pistols that yed pivotal roles in world massacres]


    Recognizing its worth, n could barely contain his glee. This new weapon was a significant upgrade from what he had been using. But before he could fully appreciate his new acquisition, the ominous sound of marching boots and muffled orders disrupted his moment.


    Reacting instinctively, n wheeled around just in time to see a squad of soldiers pouring into the alley, guns zing. His fingers quickly found the grip of the Luger, responding in kind as he retreated, letting loose a hail of bullets to keep them at bay. But in the narrow confines of the alley, avoiding iing fire was next to impossible. One, then another bullet tore into his side, slowing him but not stopping his determined escape.


    Emerging onto the broader street, the cacophony of battle surrounded him. Soldiers poured out from the alley, their numbers overwhelming. Each step was a dance with death, n shooting, dodging, and counting his shots. The Luger''s power was evident, but its limited magazine became a ring weakness.


    In the thick of the fight, one figure emerges the other SS elite soldier, ready with his big machine guns to finish him off.


    To his surprise, a sharp crack pierced the air, and the SS officer''s head snapped back, sending him crumpling to the ground. The battlefield fell silent for a fraction of a second.


    Another shot echoed. Another soldier dropped, a bullet through the head. And then another.


    n instinctively tried to find the origin of the shots. His senses picked up a faint reflection from a building in the distance. The glint of a scope. A female in baseball cap. It was Rose, the yer he saw at the training ground.