Martial arts novels described an exceedingly mysterious progression in sword training: beginners started with the sharpness of a keen blade, moved on to the unadorned mastery of a heavy sword, then the endless variations of a flexible sword, until they reached the supreme realm where they held a sword in their hearts but none in their hands, and grass, wood, bamboo, and stone could all serve as swords.
At his current level of cultivation, Chen Jue was actually no different from that supreme realm of swordsmanship described in martial arts novels.
Whether a toothpick, a pebble, or even a grain of rice, anything that fell into his hands could become a deadly weapon.
And after Chen Jue blew the black-clad leader's head apart with a toothpick, an utterly eerie silence fell over the entire warehouse.
At the sight, the burly bald man's eyes widened, bulging like light bulbs, and he let out a strange cry. "Baka! Kill... kill him!"
His finger instinctively pulled the trigger at once. The bullet left the barrel, a flash of gunpowder lit up the dim warehouse, and then came the bang of a gunshot.
What the bald man never expected was that the young man opposite him, wearing slippers and looking utterly nonchalant, would grin at him and move his hand like a blur, catching the speeding bullet between two fingers.
When the other henchmen hiding in the warehouse's dark corners saw their boss shoot, they also pulled their triggers. Dozens of weapons-rifles, hunting rifles, and pistols-opened fire at Chen Jue simultaneously.
For a moment, gunfire roared, and the flickering muzzle flashes lit up the entire warehouse in an instant!
What these gangsters never expected was that the man in the ridiculous office outfit would stand amid the hail of bullets without dodging, taking the