The surface of the fallen log was curved and covered in a thick layer of snow. Zhao Jun's foot slipped, and his whole body slid down the log.
Zhang Yuanmin and Li Baoyu watched from behind. Seeing Zhao Jun raise his gun, they both thought that with Zhao Jun's Spear Technique at such a close range, the Black Bear was as good as dead the moment the gun went off.
But in the next second, Zhao Jun vanished from the log.
Immediately after, a gunshot rang out.
The problem was, the shot had gone off in mid-air.
"It's over!"
"This is bad!"
Zhang Yuanmin brandished his Large Axe and Li Baoyu raised his Invasion Blade as they charged toward the fallen log. With his long legs, Li Baoyu was faster, leaving Zhang Yuanmin behind.
As for Zhao Jun, he had slid off the log. The repeated thumps against his back on the way down made it painfully clear what was happening.
When Zhao Jun's feet hit the ground, the impact sent a jolt through his legs, causing him to buckle and drop lower.
