A gunshot exploded.
The roar tore through the night, making the entire valley shudder.
Almost at the exact moment fire erupted from the muzzle, Chen Lin moved.
The ground beneath his feet seemed to buckle under an invisible, tremendous force. Grass and dirt exploded backward as his body became a blurred black streak, tearing through the air straight toward the robber who had pulled the trigger.
The bullet screamed past him, carrying death in its wake.
Its scorching slipstream even singed off a few strands of his hair.
"Impossible!"
The robber's pupils contracted violently with sheer terror. That single thought filled his mind, and he even forgot the instinct to pull the trigger a second time.
Too fast.
That wasn't a speed any human should possess.
In the next instant, a hand clamped around his gun-wielding wrist with unerring precision.
The robber felt an irresistible force surge through it, and his wrist bones broke with a muffled crunch.
Agony!
His scream had barely begun to rise in his throat before another, heavier blow cut it off.
Without the slightest pause, Chen Lin delivered a whipping kick that roared through the air and slammed squarely into the robber's knee.
Flesh muffled the crunch of breaking bone. The robber's leg twisted outward at an inhuman angle, and he collapsed like a puddle of sludge, wheezing through his throat. The pain was so intense that he couldn't even manage a full scream.
Three seconds.
From firing his gun to being crippled, it had taken only three seconds.
Chen Lin didn't even glance at the wreck on the ground. His icy gaze turned toward the other two accomplices.
Both were still trapped in Clear Wind Bright Moon's illusions.
One was firing wildly into an empty thicket, shrieking, "Monster!" as bullets blasted splinters from the