Great Mastery (5,000 words, monthly votes appreciated)

In the Sewers, Li Xiuwen breathed lightly and wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

He had barely exerted himself, but his nerves had been stretched taut the entire time.

It was his first time facing a Flood Dragon Muscle expert. Of course he had been nervous.

Flood Dragon Muscle and Python Muscle were worlds apart.

The names of the stages said it all: the first two were snakes; the third was a dragon.

A Flood Dragon Muscle expert had muscles like a great dragon, resilient and solid beyond belief.

Of his first three shots, one had struck the man's left chest, yet it had not killed him.

Then Li Xiuwen had used Crocodile as cover and fired two more.

He had learned his lesson. Rather than count on a headshot, he had aimed straight for the legs.

A Martial Artist could still fight a little with his legs if his hands were crippled.

But if his legs were crippled, he could neither stand nor move. He was finished.

With five bullets, Li Xiuwen had stripped the black-clad man's Flood Dragon Muscle strength down to three-tenths.

The remaining three-tenths had naturally been no threat.

With the Binding Armor Skill protecting him, he had not feared that the man could seriously wound him and make him capsize in a drainage ditch.

Li Xiuwen sighed. Firearms really were absurdly overpowered.

Years of bitter training for most ordinary Martial Artists could not match a single bullet.

No wonder Li Nanshu had given him only ten bullets. These things were addictive; before long, a person might mistake a gun's power for his own.

Anyone without firm willpower would probably neglect his Martial Way training.

Li Xiuwen hurriedly stripped the killer's clothes off and searched him three times, inside and out. He even checked his