Postnatal Martial Artist

It happened in the blink of an eye.

As Brother Biao pounced halfway through, he suddenly noticed that Lu Bai's head had turned in his direction.

And the smile on that face was exceptionally bright.

Wrong?!

Brother Biao's extensive combat experience made him instantly realize something was wrong, but it was too late.

[Flash Time], Start.

Everything before Lu Bai's eyes froze silently.

He moved the gun barrel, even taking a step towards Brother Biao, before pulling the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshots rang out suddenly.

After firing the shot, Lu Bai stepped aside, giving himself half a body length.

The sidearms of Prison Guard are naturally less lethal than the large-caliber rifles used on the battlefield.

But if it hits a vital spot, the threat can be deadly enough.

The impact of the pistol did not stop Brother Biao's momentum as he lunged forward.

After being shot, Brother Biao was still thrown forward by the momentum of his body, slamming into the floor and rolling uncontrollably several times.

Brother Shrimp, who had been dragged to the edge of the dance floor by two security guards, stood there dumbfounded.

He had no idea what was happening; he didn't even know when Brother Biao appeared, so naturally he didn't notice what Lu Bai had done.

Just after hearing a gunshot, Snake's Red Pole, Brother Biao, was seen rolling on the ground like a football.

Lu Bai glanced at Brother Shrimp beside him, gesturing for Brother Shrimp to hide to the side for a while.

He knew the matter wasn't over yet.

That shot did indeed hit Brother Biao.

But...

What just happened?

Brother Biao struggled to his feet and gritted his teeth to pry the bullet off his skull.

The haphazard flow of blood from his wound made him look somewhat gruesome.

Instead of answering Brother Biao's question, Lu Bai chuckled and exclaimed, "You're really tough!"

Brother Biao reached out and grabbed the collar of the vest, tearing it to shreds as easily as plucking a leaf from the edge of a flowerbed.

His exaggerated muscles, exposed beneath his vest, with their bronze-like contours, left no doubt that they contained terrifying power.

Brother Biao bent his arms, assuming a plain and unremarkable fighting stance.

His expression turned slightly serious. "You're also a martial artist?"

"Is this what a martial artist is like?"

Lu Bai tilted his head slightly.

If he had known from the beginning that these Red Pole represented superhuman strength, he wouldn't have chosen such a direct approach.

As the two were talking, the security supervisor hurriedly led a group of burly security guards into the lobby.

"Brother Biao, you're injured?!"

Seeing Brother Biao's face covered in blood, the security supervisor's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out.

Brother Biao stared at Lu Bai without replying.

The security supervisor quickly kicked his subordinate next to him. "What are you all standing there for? Go help!"

The security guards present secretly groaned. Asking them to deal with a thug capable of injuring Brother Biao was practically asking for their lives.

The security guards hesitated and dared not step forward, infuriating the security supervisor to the point that he wished he could shoot each of them.

Ignoring his subordinates' antics, Brother Biao maintained his fighting stance and slowly approached Lu Bai.

After closing the distance to a certain point, he decisively lunged forward and threw a straight punch.

Lu Bai lightly touched the ground with his feet, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Brother Biao's punches were incredibly fast. If Lu Bai hadn't been prepared beforehand, he probably would have had to use [Flash Time] to avoid the punch.

However, Brother Biao's attack was not limited to just this one blow; this punch was more like a test for him.

As the right fist retracts, the left hand immediately follows with a hook punch.

There's no way to dodge it easily now.

Left with no other choice, Lu Bai stopped time, managed to catch his breath, and retreated to avoid the pursuit.

Brother Biao's move was actually a Third Company combo.

However, after Lu Bai used methods that Brother Biao couldn't understand to create distance, his third punch, which was also the real killing move, lost its target and could only be forced back.

"You're strange."

Brother Biao stared intently at Lu Bai and concluded definitively, "You're not a martial artist, and your physical condition is weak. What's wrong with you?"

"I've also been thinking about how to become a martial artist."

Lu Bai asked in a very sincere tone, "Brother Biao, how can you teach me?"

"Heh, no matter what kind of weird tricks you have, it doesn't change the fact that you're weak. I'd like to see how many times you can dodge them."

Brother Biao adjusted his breathing and slowly moved towards Lu Bai again.

"See? We're not even on the same wavelength."

Lu Bai sighed helplessly, but still maintained a kind smile on his face, "Then let's try a way that you can understand."

Before he could finish speaking, he snapped his fingers.

An endless expanse of darkness spread out, instantly enveloping the entire hall in gloom.

Brother Shrimp, the guests who had not yet escaped, including the security supervisor and his men, were all thrown into panic by this sudden turn of events, and screams echoed throughout the dark hall.

As Postnatal Martial Artist, Brother Biao wouldn't lose his fighting ability just because his vision was obstructed, but he would still be significantly affected.

He stood vigilantly in place, trying his best to pinpoint the location of the sound.

Lu Bai walked to the bar, picked up a bottle of liquor, and threw it next to Brother Biao.

Snap

Even though he couldn't see it, Brother Biao accurately turned in the direction from which the noise came.

"Wrong, you should be punished!"

Lu Bai shot Brother Biao in the back of the head.

Because of [Flash Time], shooting at him is like hitting a stationary target, and the hit rate can still be guaranteed.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Brother Biao was about to turn his head when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

Lu Bai would not risk getting close to the other party.

He turned to the bar and used the same trick again.

After several shots were fired in succession, Brother Biao was already considering retreating.

Admittedly, most Postnatal Martial Artist in this world can dodge bullets, and small-caliber bullets often cannot penetrate their muscles.

But they are still flesh and blood; if they get shot too many times, they will die.

The problem was that after spinning around a few times, Brother Biao had completely lost his sense of direction.

He has no sense of direction at all, let alone how to find a strategic retreat.

Bang!

Another shot, the bullet lodged in Brother Biao's thigh muscle.

Excessive blood loss caused Brother Biao to feel slightly dizzy and disoriented.

He had to put his hands behind his head and shout, "Wait, I think we can talk!"

"No, I still prefer your rebellious side."

As soon as Lu Bai opened his mouth, Brother Biao shot straight toward his location like an arrow released from a bow.

However, given the powerful effect of [Flash Time], it's not even guaranteed to hit Lu Bai at close range, let alone with such a rapid attack.

Lu Bai simply used [Flash Time] to move two steps to the side, then watched with peace of mind as Brother Biao crashed headfirst into the bar wall.

Brother Biao hugged a security guard he bumped into tightly, letting out a wild laugh.

"Hahaha, I finally caught you!"