Han Feng set the gun down.
He shook out his numb wrist.
That last shot had consumed a significant amount of his Qi Blood.
It was roughly equivalent to executing a powerful Sword Control Technique.
"It's probably just my Talent."
Han Feng blinked, falling back on his all-purpose excuse.
"I'm just particularly sensitive to things that spin."
"I was just thinking, what if I could wrap the bullet in spinning Qi Blood? Wouldn't that make it more powerful?"
"I didn't think it would actually work."
As he spoke, he held out his index finger.
A faint, blood-red wisp of energy appeared at his fingertip.
The energy didn't just dissipate aimlessly. Instead, it spun at a bizarrely high speed, emitting a faint SSSHHH sound.
Just being near it, you could feel a stinging sense of Sharpness on your skin.
"Spiral Force…"
Zhang Hao stared at the wisp of Qi Blood on Han Feng's fingertip, lost in thought.
