Leo looked at Old Li in front of him, slightly puzzled. "It's just a knife, isn't it? Stay calm."
"No, this isn't just a knife. It's a martial artist's dream."
Old Li looked at Leo. The gleam of the blade in his hand shifted, and the golden dragon that had originally been embedded in the blade seemed to surge out of it, trailing streaks of brilliant Golden Light through the empty hall.
Even in Leo's eyes, Old Li—Li Yuan, Li Qian's great-uncle—had reached the pinnacle of saber mastery.
His body left afterimages throughout the hall. The mysterious energy surging through him pushed his speed beyond even Rogers's top speed.
The fierce blade-light in his hand filled several square meters around him, forming what looked like a shimmering sphere of Golden light in the open space.
The razor-sharp edges of the blade sent everyone nearby instinctively retreating several steps.
An instinctive fear welled up in their hearts. Anyone who approached that sphere in the center would be sliced into pieces of meat.
It was like a primitive man seeing a meat grinder. No one would foolishly stick their hand inside.
Leo, however, watched the figure moving within it with great interest. He reached out and clenched his hand, and a pistol appeared out of thin air.
"Old Li, watch out."
With that, Leo directly fired at Li Yuan in the center.
Bang!
A crisp gunshot rang out in a place where it should never have been heard. This was Dragon Fang's base, comparable to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters.
Well, although S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters had been badly destroyed recently, the gunshot still shook everyone nearby.
Of everyone present, only Leo could clearly see the bullet's trajectory.
The bullet shot from the muzzle streaked straight toward Li Yuan on a powerful stream of air. The brass-colored