Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One by one, the cannonballs suddenly changed their trajectory, all turning towards Qin Yuesheng.
Bang!
When the first cannonball was caught by Qin Yuesheng, the second, third, and fourth followed one after another.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
The cannonballs adhered to each other, sticking together, and finally formed into an irregular mass made entirely of bronze cannonballs in Qin Yuesheng's hands.
The cannonballs, after being fired at high speed, produced astonishing heat from the friction in the air. As they were caught by Qin Yuesheng, the red-hot bronze cannonballs emitted high-temperature steam, swirling upwards.
Silence, an unusually quiet silence, a silence where no one spoke.
"Gulp!" Liu Ming couldn't help but swallow. He suddenly understood why Zeng Jinchao appeared so panicked when he fled the Twelve Linked Rings.
This opponent was unbelievably absurdly strong.
