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"Snapped--"

A gunshot rang out in the deep of night.

The sound was dull... no, it was extremely crisp!

But the strange thing is.

There is no one.

No one was injured.

Empty gun?

Do not!
The white shadow that was close at hand suddenly refracted in a way that almost defied the laws of mechanics, shooting into the sky and overlapping with the moon.

The coat swayed.

Feeling like you're floating on air!

The Martial Saint looked up, the shock from the gunshot completely overshadowed, his eyes glazed over, and only one thought occupied his mind.

If Sister Liuli were to participate in the high jump competition, wouldn't winning the Olympic gold medal be a piece of cake?
really.

There are many hidden masters among ordinary people!

Even Li Shurui, who had steadfastly stood on the side of reason from the very beginning, couldn't help but crane her neck to admire the unparalleled charm beneath the adorable exterior, her expression complex.

Living with such people is a huge test of one's will every day.

Time... seemed to stand still.

Physics seems to have ceased to exist.

If the person in the sky were to say, "I will punish you in the name of the moon," that would be absolutely perfect.

Oops.

This reveals my age.

Clearly having prepared a contingency plan, Boss Jiang remained calm. After missing his first attack, he smoothly turned his gun towards the moon!

"Snapped--"

Like skipping frames, a blurry afterimage appeared in the air, as if the beautiful Taoist nun had defied gravity, leaping and bounding through the air, creating an extremely unsettling visual illusion. She didn't look like a real person, but more like a puppet on a string.

"Clap clap-"

Gunfire was incessant and relentless, like a shadow following him. Boss Jiang truly had no sense of chivalry whatsoever. He switched from holding the gun with one hand to two, using his eyes as the most advanced guidance system to track the opponent's trajectory and fire wildly.

How do you say that.

The gun is faster than seven steps away.

The gun was fast and accurate from seven paces away.

The hail of bullets finally hit its target. Duanmu Liuli landed, her gaze sweeping over the hem of her coat. The jingling weapon in her hand had yet to be used.

Indeed, an inch longer means an inch stronger.

Seeing that he had hit the target first, and whether or not he had caused any damage was not important, Boss Jiang became even more smug, arrogant and rampant.

The gun barrel remained relentlessly locked onto the stunningly beautiful Taoist nun who had been forced to fall to the mortal realm.

"surrender or die."

Arrogant.

That's incredibly arrogant.

Watching the game, Li Shurui lowered her eyes and sipped her milk coffee, suppressing the upward curve of her lips.

The Martial Saint, who was clearly loyal to the side with the advantage, behaved in the opposite way. Even though the situation seemed to be tilting in his idol's favor, he didn't seem happy at all.

Surrender or die
Surrender or surrender.

He exudes an overwhelming aura of dominance.

However, Duanmu Liuli did not react.

Perhaps it's because I don't understand English?

But in the dueling arena, she doesn't care whether you understand English or not. Seeing that she doesn't reply, Boss Jiang, who knows that being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to himself, once again demonstrates his outrageous decisiveness and continues to pull the trigger.

"Snapped!"

The bullet shot out from the muzzle, piercing through the cold air.

This time, however, Duanmu Liuli's eyes were calm. Instead of dodging, she chose to confront the situation head-on.

The top assassin on the assassin's list, Fire Cloud Evil God, who lived in a mental hospital, once left a proverb for the martial arts world.

Of all martial arts techniques, none are invincible except for speed.

The weapon, made of some unknown material, was held at an angle in front of him. It looked so casual and simple, yet it collided precisely with the cold bullet.

"Den."

No sparks flew.

They did not stumble or retreat.

There was no tragic scene of soldiers losing their lives.

The impact sound that reached Li Shurui and the Martial Saint's ears was quite... springy. In the dim night, a tiny, round ball, warm yellow in color, could be vaguely seen falling limply. The situation had taken a turn.

Seemingly sensing something was wrong, the Martial Saint's expression gradually stiffened, and he muttered to himself.

"...They went too far."

How could it not be considered a case of "going too far"?

As you can see, even with the poor lighting, my boss Jiang's arrogance began to wane.

Bluster is not unacceptable.

However, once the opponent discovers the trick, the price will inevitably be dire.

To be fair, even now, Mr. Jiang's response has been impeccable and flawless. If he were thrown into the apocalypse, he would definitely survive very well.

You can only blame someone else.

What he was carrying wasn't a real sword or knife, but what he had on his waistband was a fake "equalizer" for all beings.

Some men may not have played with stink bombs in their childhood; not everyone is mischievous.

But everyone should have a toy gun.

BB pellets used to be quite painful when they hit people, and if they hit the eyes, they could cause blindness. But now the regulations are becoming increasingly strict, and the "safety" has improved a lot. After all, Mr. Jiang said so before he took action.

Click till.

Ok.

That's right.

While his actions were decisive, Boss Jiang had no malicious intent and no intention to harm anyone. The "bullets" were made of weakened material, and it was winter, so he was wearing thick clothes. Besides, what caliber was he carrying?
Duanmu Liuli must have understood his "good intentions," otherwise, the weapons that the elderly people in the park use for martial arts practice wouldn't be used to block bullets, right? But the key issue is that he was using a toy gun that was going to shoot...

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.

This is not.

Even the simple-minded Taoist nun's eyes, which could cleanse all the filth of the world, changed after she blocked the BB gun—a change she hadn't shown when she was forced to dance under the moonlight.

Giving your all is a sign of respect for your opponent.

There's nothing to say.

But take the toys.

Are you teasing a child?

"Ah~"

The man remained perfectly clear-headed throughout, like a gambler whose only chance of winning was to successfully bluff. However, his plan failed, and seeing that all was lost, he didn't hesitate and immediately raised his hand.

"Whoosh-"

Actively disarm yourself.

The toy gun flew out.

"A narrow defeat."

How carefree!

It must be admitted that Boss Jiang is flexible and adaptable, but once you enter this world, how can you forget the ironclad rules of the martial arts world?

When you're in the world, how can you control your own destiny?

"call out--"

The duel did not end with his surrender.

A sharp, piercing sound exploded through the air, like a nail cutting through glass, making one's eardrums ache.

Bright.

This is truly bright!
The weapon of unknown material transformed into a single point of cold light, wild and explosive!
Who says soldiers can't engage in ranged combat?

"Liu Li!"

Li Shurui, who had always been quite leisurely, was instantly moved, and the milk coffee trembled.

But spilled water is hard to recover.

Not to mention an arrow already released from a bow?
The Martial Saint was shocked and unconsciously held his breath.

Boss Jiang was no different. He was ruthless, but he never expected that the other party was even more hard-hearted. The real difference in strength left him feeling suffocated by the overwhelming sensory impact.

He remained rooted to the spot.

It wasn't that he deliberately stayed still; rather, every tiny bubble was a reminder to him that he couldn't escape it.

If you get hit by this, you won't need to call an ambulance; nine times out of ten, you'll have to call a hearse. Even if it's not metal, it can overcome all obstacles with sheer force!

Given enough speed and power, even a leaf can injure someone.

But then, an even more outrageous scene unfolded.

The breathtaking fragrance unexpectedly arrived first, kicking the ignorant person in the chest with its toe. Before the rainbow light could pierce its chest, the person was blown away, crashing to the ground in a disheveled state, rolling around, completely losing its composure and covered in dust.

"Shh."

A tall, phantom-like figure took his place, abruptly stopping in place as if teleported, raising his hand to return the fired weapon to his palm. (End of Chapter)