Old Li saw this scene, but his expression did not change in the slightest. He calmly watched Leo's right hand—no, he simply stared straight into Leo's eyes.
He gripped the Soft Sword in his right hand and pushed his perception to the limit. At this moment, Old Li's neural reflexes—or rather, the sixth-sense instinct of the human body—had reached their highest level of alertness.
The next second, Leo raised the assault rifle in his hands and began sweeping fire across the area. This time, Leo did not deliberately aim at anything in particular, simply spraying at Old Li's entire body.
Of course, Old Li did not remain where he was and prepare to deal with it. He quickly sprinted to the side, while the stream of bullets behind him pursued him relentlessly.
Although the distance was less than ten meters, Old Li's speed during this short-range burst was still enough to give him a slight edge.
Several cold glints flashed across his body as he knocked several bullets aside with his longsword.
The remaining three bullets merely grazed past Old Li without causing any damage.
Although Old Li knew that the Iron Man Armor on his body was more than capable of defending against this attack, what he wanted to test was his own ability without relying on such external assistance.
By now, Old Li had closed to within three meters of Leo. Facing the gun muzzle at such close range, Old Li did not show the slightest trace of fear.
The Soft Sword in his hand transformed into a silver flower before him, while his eyes remained fixed on the muzzle of the gun in Leo's hands.
Every bullet he knocked away seemed to move in slow motion before Old Li's eyes. Three or four bullets shot toward him,