When Lin Fan emerged from beneath the manhole cover, Liu Ruyan simply watched him.
Lin Fan also frowned deeply as he looked at the exploded vehicle before his eyes.
Just now, he had truly sensed the breath of death.
That bullet had definitely not been fired from an ordinary firearm. It was highly likely a bullet wrapped in true force.
If that was the case, the problem was huge.
As a martial artist, he naturally understood how terrifying it was to possess a firearm that was like a divine artifact.
It was absolutely a divine weapon for slaughtering martial artists.
There were countless martial artists and too many experts to number, but most fought with cold weapons paired with true force, supplemented by mental arts, Martial Skills, special abilities, and divine powers.
But divine-artifact firearms were exceedingly rare.
Leaving aside Ninth Rank Grandmasters and those legendary martial artists above Grandmaster level, who had already transcended the bounds of humanity—
Among those currently known to possess divine-artifact firearms, there were barely more than ten.
Yet every one of them stood at the very ceiling of martial artists.
Lin Fan only felt the situation suddenly become extremely grim.
For the first time, flusteredness rose in his heart.
It felt like a newbie village had encountered some big shot farming points.
He was not afraid of martial artists stronger than himself; he could fight across ranks. But he truly had no answer to divine-artifact firearms.
Protective true force was useless too. Only after becoming a Grandmaster might protective aura be able to withstand it for a moment.
"Are you alright?" Seeing that Lin Fan seemed frightened and had stood on the spot for a long time, Liu Ruyan finally asked indifferently.
Whenever Liu Ruyan saw Lin Fan, she could not help comparing him