In the blink of an eye, ten moves had passed, and the middle-aged man's fierce gun light hadn't even touched the corner of Ye Fan's clothes!
Fifty moves had passed, the middle-aged man's gun light split the sky, and death energy erupted like flames, laying waste to everything nearby.
"Walking with ghosts!"
The middle-aged man shouted violently, his gun stance changed, and he exhibited an all-or-nothing absolute technique, a reckless approach seeking only to kill the enemy.
However, Ye Fan's movement technique was enigmatic; even with the middle-aged man's full effort, he still couldn't touch Ye Fan in the slightest. Each time he seemingly struck, it ended up as a mere afterimage.
"How... how can he be this strong?"
The middle-aged man grew more alarmed the more he fought, unable to discern Ye Fan's depth. Up till now, it was only him, appearing crazed, shouting desperately.
