Clang! Clang! Clang!
"I was also wondering how you planned to assassinate me while I was weak, with the lights on and nothing in my hands. I never expected..."
Le Yu promptly swung the Soul-Cleansing Demonic Sword and cleaved apart the round lead shot aimed at his vitals, but his limbs were still injured. Blood blossomed from his left shoulder, right arm, and left thigh, streaming freely.
"...that they would send an assassin armed with a divine weapon to kill me." Jing Zhengwei, wearing a veil and exuding irresistible charm, smiled.
Le Yu had not expected Jing Zhengwei to pull out a weapon specifically meant for fighting people—a shotgun!
The buckshot shells used by shotguns contained eight to twelve round lead pellets. At close range, they were equivalent to a storm of bullets and were the only firearms that combat-art martial artists like them could not dodge.
In an open area, Le Yu could have relied on creating flashes of light and his physical abilities to evade the buckshot. But he was inside a room now, with no room to maneuver, and his current physical condition was not enough to support any flashy tricks!
However, shotguns did not have a long effective range, and both the firearms and ammunition cost far more than those of ordinary light guns. They were only suitable for suppressing enemies at close range. Yet the frontier army had no need for close-range suppression when subduing the barbarians, so shotguns had never been produced in large quantities. Le Yu had never even seen one in Star Engraving Prefecture.
If he fled, he would still remain within Jing Zhengwei's firing range. The best possible outcome would be to suffer grave injuries and narrowly escape death.
Searching for an opening head-on, however, gave him a sliver of hope!