His steps flickered and shifted, and Zhang Beixing’s distance to the Middle Eastern man grew closer and closer. Though they were in the mountains, thirty ters seed as if it were within arm’s reach.
Seeing this, the Middle Eastern man frowned.
Previously, when Zhang Beixing dodged his first shot, he could understand it as Beixing’s quick reaction. But then, Beixing had dodged three consecutive shots. This was no longer just about being quick to react! The other party possessed a movent technique!
He had heard that Special Forces trained in a special running skill to evade snipers. Zhang Beixing’s martial arts movent technique was based on the sa principle: using unpredictable movents to make it difficult for the gunman to aim, thereby continually circling closer. But Zhang Beixing was even more direct; his dodges and weaves were confined to less than two ters before he charged straight in one direction, completely unlike the repositioning tactics of Special Forces!
Nevertheless, the gunman didn’t panic. After all, he had a gun!
"To unleash such an ability in a mont of crisis, yet you choose to co towards instead of running?" he sneered. "Do you know the saying, ’Beyond seven steps, guns are fast; within seven steps, they’re both accurate and fast’?"
So what if you managed to dodge his previous four shots?
In the end, you’re just a human!
Humans can’t withstand firearms. One shot and you’re dead!
"Great Xia person, it’s over! Die!" the Middle Eastern man roared, watching as Zhang Beixing closed to less than five ters. He abruptly raised his hand, aid at Zhang Beixing’s head, and pulled the trigger.
At that precise mont, Zhang Beixing reacted—or rather, he had already anticipated the move and reacted in advance!
BANG!
With the crisp report of the gun, the muzzle flashed, and the bullet sped forth. The man’s face bore a savage grin, as if he could already see Zhang Beixing’s head exploding from the shot.
But his smile quickly froze.
Because... WHOOSH! The air tore. It was unclear whether the Middle Eastern man had pulled the trigger faster or if Zhang Beixing’s anticipatory dodge had been quicker.
As the gunshot rang out and the bullet flew, Zhang Beixing’s head jerked to the side. The bullet grazed past his hair with a SWOOSH.
Seeing this, the Middle Eastern man lost his composure and panicked. He hurriedly tried to pull the trigger again for a follow-up shot.
But it was too late!
Zhang Beixing took another step forward, instantly closing the distance between them to three ters! For an ordinary Martial Artist, this distance ant entering a kill zone with no blind spots, where a gun was indeed both fast and accurate. But for Zhang Beixing, the Great Grandmaster, it ant this man had now entered his attack range! At three ters, Zhang Beixing’s punches and kicks could instantly strike in any direction!
WHOOSH—
His figure surged forward. With a swift grip, Vital Energy erupted from his body, creating a gust of wind. He seized the man’s hand, twisted his wrist upwards, and prevented the gun from being aid at Zhang Beixing. Under the man’s panicked gaze, Zhang Beixing looked up at him, his face filled with murderous intent, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes. Then, Zhang Beixing suddenly applied imnse force with his grip.
CRACK!
A sharp snap echoed from the Middle Eastern man’s hand. Unaffected, Zhang Beixing rely took a step forward, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Next, it’s my turn!"
He took a deep breath under the Middle Eastern man’s terrified and pleading gaze. Heaven and Earth Natural Technique—Sudden Rain, First Form!
BOOM! Zhang Beixing’s fist, carrying unstoppable and crushing power, landed squarely on the man’s face. He didn’t even need a special technique for this; the blow instantly mangled the man’s features and drew copious blood. With this punch, Zhang Beixing hadn’t used his full power. Instead, he precisely controlled his strength to injure but not kill, even preventing the man from losing consciousness!
He did this not because Zhang Beixing was rciful. It was because letting this bastard who wanted to kill him die so easily would be far too lenient! He intended for this Middle Eastern man to truly feel his rage!
With this thought, Zhang Beixing continued his assault, ruthlessly unleashing the Second Form of the Heaven and Earth Natural Technique: Sudden Rain.
Sudden Rain, Third Form.
Fourth Form!
Fifth Form...
His fists rained down like a fierce storm—dense, sharp, and relentless. Zhang Beixing’s barrage was so tight it left no openings. Faint afterimages flickered around his movents, leaving the Middle Eastern man no chance to even scream.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM—
The dull thuds of impact echoed continuously through the mountain forest, coupled with the crisp sound of bones shattering. It was as if... a sudden rain had truly begun to fall! Except this rain was a rain of fists! And the one caught in this rain would pay with their life!
Hand, foot, leg, shoulder, teeth... Zhang Beixing spared nothing. His iron fists rained down, unleashing overt, hidden, and refined energies all at once. He would make this Middle Eastern man watch, fully conscious, as every bone and every piece of flesh on his body was pulverized!
Under Zhang Beixing’s inhuman onslaught...
Finally.
THUMP!
With a dull, bursting sound, and as a look of release spread across the Middle Eastern man’s eyes, Zhang Beixing’s fist, supercharged with Vital Energy, punched straight through the man’s chest, obliterating his faintly beating heart with a single blow.
Thus, the Middle Eastern man was dead.
Gripping the Middle Eastern man’s corpse, Zhang Beixing withdrew his hand. Crimson blood instantly gushed from the wound, drenching him.
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