Murmurs drifted into Fei Zhuoran's ears.
Fei Zhuoran's face went from livid to dark, until it looked ready to drip ink.
Clack, clack, clack!
Fei Zhuoran's arm rapidly transformed into a cannon barrel, and he fired straight at Zhao Yishi.
He did not even bother rebuking him. He simply attacked.
Fei Zhuoran had figured it out. Though he did not know why, Zhao Yishi had clearly sided with Su Ye completely.
He had thought he had left no traces of his actions.
Yet the other side was smearing him with outright lies.
If this continued, who knew what other absurd claims Zhao Yishi would make?
In that case, he might as well... kill them!
"Ah!"
Cannon fire roared.
As a shell hurtled straight toward him, Zhao Yishi barely managed a startled cry before the presence of death descended.
At that critical instant...
Bang!
A figure appeared in front of Zhao Yishi.
He extended a palm, like the finest white mutton-fat jade, as flawless as a work of art.
In his palm...
A shell the size of a basketball spun at tremendous speed, yet it could not break past his hand no matter what. It could only spin wildly against his palm.
He clenched his fist.
Boom!
He crushed the shell with his bare hand, sending fire and smoke spraying everywhere.
Explosions were true art.
"Holy shit!"
Zhang Jianshi could not help exclaiming.
A real man never shied away from facing an explosion head-on.
Doing the most explosive thing possible while looking so cool and indifferent—how could anyone be that badass?
Zhang Jianshi gave Su Ye's performance ninety-nine points. He withheld the last point for fear of making Su Ye too proud.
At the same time, his heart filled with longing.
If he could someday catch cannon fire barehanded, especially cannon