This sowhat imprecise tactical movent is, however, the simplest and most effective way to avoid gunfire.
Wang Biao had been a rcenary for several years, and he was quite familiar with this style. Scar, on the other hand, had high martial arts skills, his ground roll was entirely in the stance of Earth-Laying Knife.
Scar rolled even faster, and after the roll, he dashed forward like a snake into the grass. His body flicked and recoiled like a snake, propelling him behind a group of lackeys.
Most people didn’t react as quickly, they were a bit dazed by the roar of the shotgun.
Two of the gunn realized sothing was wrong, and just as they were about to seize their guns, Gao Xuan released both guns, bent his arms, and his elbows stabbed into the chests of the two gunn like iron spears.
Moving the elbows like spears is a secret skill from the Five Elents Twelve Techniques.
Gao Xuan had undergone trials in many worlds, mastering control of his body to a subli degree. Especially with Blood-Born God and Thirteen Grand Protectors’ Cross Training, he had trained this ordinary human body to be as resilient as steel.
Steel Bones is not just a taphor for him, but a basic factual statent.
The explosive force of Gao Xuan’s double-elbow strike was terrifying; the chest bones of the two gunn shattered instantly, and their hearts were blown apart by the fierce impact.
The two gunn blacked out in front of their eyes and lost all consciousness on the spot.
Gao Xuan casually seized a shotgun and fired three shots at the group rushing towards him.
At such close range, the group had no ti to react.
The shotgun’s shattering pellets flew wildly, and when they struck the human body, the debris spun erratically, leaving deep wounds in the tissues.
In an instant, more than a dozen people were knocked to the ground, and blood spattered everywhere.
The kinetic energy imparted by gunpowder made the debris incredibly powerful; an ordinary person could not withstand even a single pellet.
Two fierce guys tried to take advantage of Gao Xuan’s shooting to slash at him from behind.
As the blade ca down, Gao Xuan turned, and the solid wooden stock slamd into a saboteur’s face, caving it in on the spot. His head snapped back violently, and his breath ceased.
The machete of another henchman was about to touch Gao Xuan’s shoulder. Gao Xuan slightly shrank his shoulder to evade the strike, then floored him with a chop to the throat.
The blow exploded his Adam’s apple, trachea, and esophagus. Though still alive, he was frozen in place, clutching his neck and completely immobilized.
The human mind’s reaction can completely fail at such monts. Facing such a terrifying situation, even battle-hardened experts find it difficult to react correctly.
In the blink of an eye, half of the Red Knife Gang was dead.
Scar, who had just risen from the ground, was also stunned by the opponent’s brutality and the fierce swiftness of this skill, worthy of a top-tier expert.
Scar hurriedly shouted, "He’s out of bullets, kill him!"
The remaining mbers of the Red Knife Gang hesitated a bit. Scar was furious — a bunch of fools, still in a daze at this mont. He stretched out his hand and viciously snatched a pistol from a guy beside him, raising it to shoot Gao Xuan.
As Scar fired, Gao Xuan tilted to the side, and the bullet missed completely.
Several other gunn also awakened from their stupor, aiming pistols at Gao Xuan and firing. Especially Wang Biao, who drew his pistol, adopting a half-kneeling standard shooting position.
Under the blood-red sunset glow, Gao Xuan in his white shirt stood out sharply.
Wang Biao was very confident, he wouldn’t miss the target within twenty-five ters. This kind of shooting skill was honed through countless rounds of ammunition.
Now, he was rely ten ters away from Gao Xuan, and as he lifted his gun, the opponent would surely fall.
After a simple aim, Wang Biao quickly fired consecutively, emptying the magazine of twelve rounds in two seconds.
Yet, he only saw a blur of white, and Gao Xuan standing there was unhard.
None of the other firearms injured Gao Xuan either.
Seeing that even their volley of shots couldn’t hurt Gao Xuan, everyone started to fear — could this guy be a ghost? Standing there unmoving, yet so many pistols missed?
It wasn’t that Gao Xuan was faster than bullets; he was just faster than these gunn. He clearly saw where the gunn aid and the ti they pulled the trigger.
Gao Xuan simply anticipated and dodged. But his movents were too quick.
The dynamic vision of ordinary people has limits; if the movent is too fast, the human eye, due to visual residue, can only see part of it.
Though Gao Xuan stood there continually dodging bullets, even the best dynamic viewers like Scar and Wang Biao saw only a blur of movent. They couldn’t discern Gao Xuan’s specific actions.
Others couldn’t even see Gao Xuan move. Their dynamic vision was so poor that, in their eyes, Gao Xuan remained still, and all the bullets missed.
The man standing beside Gao Xuan, whose throat was shattered, was hit by several bullets. His body tottered, life fading away.
The rest were petrified, seeing Gao Xuan as sothing akin to a specter or deity.
So still had bullets in their guns but dared not fire.
Gao Xuan was rely testing his reaction to bullets, and he was quite satisfied with the results. Even professional gunn with pistols posed no threat at this range.
He snatched a Dog Leg Saber from the hand of the slain henchman and charged forward.
His speed rivaled that of an Olympic hundred-ter champion, covering the ten-ter distance in just 0.3 seconds, reaching the group in the blink of an eye.
So gunn instinctively wanted to shoot, yet a cold blade seed to flash before their eyes.
The cold and cutting blade glead an arc in the air, enveloping everyone of the Red Knife Gang.
As the afterimage of the blade vanished from their eyes, their necks split open, and blood gushed forth like fountains.
They didn’t have ti to scream, collapsing to the ground, limbs twitching, with demise imminent.
Scar was the only one left alive, even Wang Biao was finishing with one stroke of Gao Xuan’s blade.
The contest was not at the sa level — Gao Xuan exerted slightly, and the battle was over.
Watching in disbelief at the ground full of corpses, Scar finally fixed his gaze on Gao Xuan, noting the glaring white of his shirt, unstained by blood.
Scar paused, realizing the chasm of Power was too vast. Gao Xuan slaughtered them like a ga.
In fright, Scar’s knees went weak, and he knelt on the ground, "I- I was wrong, give a chance."
"Just now you didn’t give a chance."
Gao Xuan thought and asked, "Do you have others behind you?"
Scar felt despair, having no inclination to answer Gao Xuan. Suddenly he spun around and rolled away, sprinting forward.
Under the pressure of death, Scar also erupted. He had trained in Snake and Crane Form, and his movents were the swiftest and nimblest. At this mont of full exertion, his back muscles fluttered like wings, truly giving a semblance of flight.
With one step, Scar dashed about ten ters, within five steps he had reached the riverbank, and he dived into the water.
Having grown up by the water and practicing the Snake Form, his swimming skill was extraordinary. In the water, he moved like a snake, diving through the rushing river.
After entering the water, Scar felt a bit relieved, confident that if Gao Xuan dared to enter the water, he would counterattack.
Though afraid Gao Xuan might use a gun, he dared not surface, hiding in the river and floating downstream.
In such a torrential river, even if Gao Xuan had a speedboat, he might not find him.
Scar had already planned to gather his wealth and flee as far as possible. This Gao Xuan was terrifying!
He thought, even those legendary Golden Core Level martial artists might not compare to this one.
As Scar was contemplating his escape, suddenly a chill struck his chest. Surprised, he reached out to feel, finding the sharp edge of the Dog Leg Saber.
In shock, Scar’s mouth opened as water surged in. Powerless to struggle, his vision went black as he was swept away by the raging river.
Standing on the riverbank, Gao Xuan remarked to the distant Scar, "Choosing a good place to die by oneself doesn’t trouble others. Professional."
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