"Fuck!"
Lin Pengfei heard the sound of a slight explosion suddenly rip through the air beside his ear. Unprepared, he let out a yelp of fright, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground.
At the sa ti,
"BANG, BANG—"
The sounds of splintering tree stumps erupted chaotically.
Lin Pengfei strained his eyes and saw a bullet that had exploded and a dart, twisted and misshapen from the explosion, both embedded in the trunk of the tree!
"What... what’s going on?"
Lin Pengfei’s hair stood on end, and he was still reeling from the shock.
He never expected that the two objects had just exploded right beside his ear. He was only a half step away from death!
"How are you doing, are you alright?"
After throwing the Hidden Weapon, Zhang Beixing quickly ca to Lin Pengfei’s side and asked, seeing him still shaken.
Lin Pengfei’s lips trembled. "I... I should be fine... Master, what just happened?"
"I’m not sure, and we don’t have ti to delve into that. You’ve already exposed yourself. If you don’t want to die, we need to move now," Zhang Beixing explained.
He too had many questions about what had just happened. But now was not the ti to think about these things. The priority was to quickly get Lin Pengfei to another location. Otherwise, once those guys regained their senses and began firing in their direction, with Lin Pengfei’s skills, he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he had wings.
Hearing this, despite being shaken, Lin Pengfei nodded continuously. He then got up from the ground and followed Zhang Beixing, moving stealthily through the woods to another place.
The two fought and retreated, advancing when the enemy retreated, and retreating when the enemy advanced. In no ti at all, those criminals, including the police moles, were all killed by Zhang Beixing, with none surviving.
Looking at the many bodies lying at the entrance of the abandoned factory, Zhang Beixing breathed a sigh of relief.
The battle had indeed been dangerous. Not only was Lin Pengfei nearly killed by stray bullets, but even he himself had been injured.
This was Zhang Beixing’s first injury since reaching the Hidden Essence realm. Ridiculously, the injury was caused by people firing wildly, which rendered his predictions ineffective.
"It seems I still haven’t trained enough," Zhang Beixing muttered quietly. He realized that his crisis perception was not as perfect as he had imagined. I can’t completely rely on it. I need to train more rigorously, to refine myself. Only by doing so can I better respond to situations on the ground and make optimal decisions on the spot. Otherwise, if another situation like the one just now occurs, I fear I’ll still be thrown off.
"Speaking of which, Master, what exactly happened just now? How did your dart suddenly collide with a bullet and explode beside my ear? How did you predict that?" Lin Pengfei stepped forward and looked at the bodies on the ground. Knowing he was safe now, he let out a breath of relief. Then, recalling the explosion right next to his ear, he asked Zhang Beixing, seemingly puzzled.
After the initial shock, Lin Pengfei cald down. The more he thought about it, the less he understood. There were simply too many inconsistencies in this situation!
Everyone knows that the speed of a rifle bullet is 300 ters per second. While the speed of a Hidden Weapon is unknown, it’s presumably not as fast. That would an that for Master to intercept a bullet, his throw would have to be faster than the bullet, or even occur before the shooter could squeeze the trigger. Only then could his Hidden Weapon precisely hit the bullet before it struck , causing it to deviate. But this brings up a new problem. How did Master predict the trajectory of a bullet before it was even fired, knowing it would target ? That’s just too ridiculous! Unless Master initially intended to hit , and it was a fluke that a bullet intercepted his Hidden Weapon. But the likelihood of such a thing happening isn’t just slim, it simply doesn’t exist! If not for this reason... I can’t think of any other explanation.
Musing for a mont over this question, Zhang Beixing astonishingly replied, "It wasn’t a prediction. After I saw you were being shot at, I manipulated the Hidden Weapon I’d already thrown, making it curve in mid-air to intercept the bullet."
"Ah, so that’s how it was!"
Lin Pengfei understood, then subconsciously said, "I thought you had predicted his action. I didn’t expect that you were the one who made the Hidden Weapon turn..."
"Wait a minute!"
"Master, what did you say? You controlled the already thrown Hidden Weapon to turn???"
Lin Pengfei was stunned, his voice suddenly shooting up in disbelief as he asked Zhang Beixing.
This is even more outrageous than him predicting the opponent’s moves! Predicting, to so extent, can be traced. It might be attributed to Master’s keen observation, his ability to pick up on an opponent’s habits and gestures and thus make a prediction. But controlling a Hidden Weapon to turn in mid-air, especially one that was already thrown—that’s not sothing humans can control, right?
"This is a Spell!"
"Fuck, Master, have you beco a spirit?"
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