The human race kept strict control over firearms, fearing they might fall into the hands of ghouls. Though ghouls found them inconvenient to use, once they did, their destructive power was far too great.
Yang Xiaotian could hardly bear to watch Chen Feng get shot to death.
Bang! Bang!
At that moment, Chen Feng was indeed hit.
But it was not as everyone had imagined.
Chen Feng's swift steps did not stop. When faced with several bullets, he twisted aside in advance. The bullets struck his shoulder and the side of his chest, sending sharp pain through them, but the power of the eleventh layer of Iron Shirt was constantly circulating. Combined with the Demon Suppressing Robe's defensive ability, he actually withstood them head-on.
Several holes had appeared in his clothes, and blood flowed out, but the bullets were embedded beneath his skin and could not penetrate any farther.
Chen Feng swept past like the wind and lashed out with his whip, severing the ghoul's arm along with the gun in its hand. The strike also killed several nearby ghouls.
Chen Feng picked up the gun and threw it behind him. "Take this thing!"
"Chen Feng, are you all right?"
Zhou Yu rushed over and examined his injuries. He even pulled open Chen Feng's clothes and found a bullet lodged in his shoulder, along with marks where metal had grazed his chest. Strangely, the bullet in his shoulder had only gone halfway in before stopping.
The bullet that hit his chest had merely skimmed past his side, leaving a bloody mark on his skin, but it had done no real harm. Another bullet had missed entirely.
Seeing this, Zhou Yu's crystalline eyes shone with disbelief.
"Chen Feng, you..."
"I'm fine!"
Chen Feng smiled. "I cultivate a defensive martial art. I