"Golden Skin, Iron Bones!"
Zhu Ganglie's hair bristled with fury, his roar deafening. Dazzling golden light flashed all over his body, making him look like a golden Buddha.
He drew a deep breath, then thrust out his belly, bouncing every bullet back like a trampoline. The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Splat! Splat!
For the first time, Wan Junming felt the agony of bullets striking his body. He gritted his teeth and unleashed his ultimate move again. An enormous blue phantom rose behind him like a mountain, wielding the Blue-Flame Gatling and spraying Zhu Ganglie with a frenzied barrage.
Across the Martial Platform, blue bullets flew like a swarm of locusts sweeping through, accompanied by Zhu Ganglie's screams that rang into the clouds.
Only after more than an hour did the two stop, panting as they faced each other.
"Fuck this, I'm done! I'm getting the short end of the stick here!"
Zhu Ganglie grimaced, his face filled with pain and helplessness, as though millions of ants were gnawing at him.
Wan Junming's bullets seemed to have eyes, and the damn things could even turn corners. Almost all of them had hit him. Where the hell was he supposed to go for justice?!
Across from him, Wan Junming was also as pale as paper, his body densely covered in puncture marks left by the nine-toothed rake, as though draped in a grotesque painting.
Only when Zhu Ganglie conceded did he feel the weight lift from his shoulders and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
The two left to rest, and the contestants who had drawn number eight took the stage next: Jin Su of the Central Saint Palace against Odeu of the Western Region.
Upon stepping onto the platform, they