บท 770: The First Formal Confrontation

It of course didn't rely on one's sight to hit the target seventy kilometers away. In a sense, it was tantamount to the sighting ability of a Cultivation practitioner in Broken Sea State. Moreover, the bullet launched from the gun was so powerful that it was more like something that had combined the prowess of a flying sword and a magic treasure.

The sleeve of the tracksuits was shattered, the tattered cloth swaying in the wind. Being dampened by the mist, Jing Jiu looked like a middle-aged man walking in the rain without an umbrella.

Realizing this, Jing Jiu's mood grew worse. He walked past the mist.

If someone paid close attention, they would find that not a sliver of the mist stayed on his cloth.

Stepping off the lawn, Jing Jiu looked at the cliff seventy kilometers away again and saw the man in overall.

The man had gotten up. He was packing the tool box while squatting on the ground. It seemed that he was getting ready to leave.

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