"Three bullets, cost of one-fifty."
"Iron-skinned pig carcass, recovery price twelve hundred. Net profit of one thousand and fifty."
Han Feng muttered his business calculations under his breath.
But the movements of his hands were so fast they left afterimages.
Wang Meng exclaimed over the public channel.
"Damn, he's using the machine cannon like a sniper rifle!"
"What kind of pilot is this?"
"He's more like an accountant with wings, isn't he?"
Gu Yun's eye twitched as he watched.
He despised this kind of calculating fighting style the most.
'Combat should be magnificent, full of aesthetic beauty!'
'It is an art that blossoms in the moment of destruction!'
'How can it be measured in filthy Contribution Points?'
He snorted coldly and tried to imitate Han Feng.
He fired a short burst at a lone Demon Beast in the distance.
The result? He either missed completely or blasted the Demon Beast into a sieve.
The value of its materials was greatly reduced.
"Dammit!"
