18. The Human Race, Is It Doomed?

"Whoa, she's that strong?!"

That was Ning Yuyu's shocked cry.

As Shi Xinglan cursed, she drew her gun and fired in one fluid motion.

The gunshot echoed within the light barrier. Even Ning Yuyu, who had been about to open her mouth and take a furious bite to vent her anger, was drawn to Shi Xinglan. She stopped bothering with Yimo and focused on watching the fight.

Back to the battlefield.

Sky-Breaking Strike was a genuine high-level player, and a pure physical-combat player. The instant Shi Xinglan pulled out her gun, he leaped toward her with all his strength!

Bang-!

Shi Xinglan fired, and a bullet shot out.

Sky-Breaking Strike couldn't see the bullet's trajectory, and lacked the speed, reflexes, and dynamic vision to dodge it.

But based on the angle at which Shi Xinglan raised her gun, his combat instincts had already made him dodge, then charge toward Shi Xinglan with all his might.

Whoosh-!

The specially made metal nail grazed Sky-Breaking Strike's cheek, leaving a clear wound.

Sky-Breaking Strike moved very fast. The bead of blood had only just been blown away from his cheek when it burst in midair.

Along with it came the excitement in Sky-Breaking Strike's eyes and the upward curl of his lips.

He roared, "Hahaha, you're asking for it!"

After Shi Xinglan missed with her first shot, Sky-Breaking Strike looked even more excited.

He was already close to Shi Xinglan. Going all out, it would take him only two or three seconds to reach her!

In his eyes, what could an ordinary, foul-mouthed little girl possibly do with nothing but her physical combat ability?

Put simply, one punch from him might not make her cry, but it would definitely kill her!

The next moment, Sky-Breaking Strike had charged right up to Shi Xinglan.