A Man Like a God

Although the handgun in Liu Di's palm had only just taken shape.

The short-haired girl still found it hard to believe. She said to the vest-wearing robber, "Let him go. If that's not enough, I'll give you another 20 points of mental energy!"

The robber burst out laughing. "Let him go? Not a chance. You think I really believe he can meditate a gun into existence? What a joke!"

"And you!"

"I see you've got over 80 points of mental energy?"

"Hand that over too!"

As he spoke, the vest-wearing robber grabbed the girl's wrist and bit down on it like a zombie.

The next moment.

The number on the girl's watch began dropping rapidly!

"Holy shit, no way!"

"His gun really took shape!"

The low-level residents of T-one had long grown accustomed to people biting one another. Instead, they watched Liu Di's meditation result with rapt attention.

At this moment.

A pitch-black handgun had appeared in Liu Di's palm, along with a magazine loaded with bullets!

The handgun gave off a cold metallic gleam. Every part was exquisitely crafted, and even the grip's texture was clearly visible!

A chill flashed through Liu Di's eyes as he asked Zhang Weiguo beside him, "What happens if someone gets shot here?"

Zhang Weiguo stared at the weapon in Liu Di's hand in disbelief. He swallowed and said, "They won't die immediately, but their consciousness will weaken drastically depending on the severity of the injury. The worst outcome is complete dissipation."

At that moment.

The vest-wearing robber also saw the weapon Liu Di had finished meditating into existence.

His expression tightened.

He flung the short-haired girl aside, immediately pulled back his crossbow, and frantically began fitting an arrow onto it.

But his crossbow was oddly shaped and terribly crude!

He fumbled with it