Lady Dan's fists were clenched tightly.
Ju Mang, ranked third, turned his head and asked the man with the shawl hair, "How many shots was it when Pang Chunhao last lost to Yang Zheng?"
"Thirteen hundred shots. That was a long time ago. Back then, Red-Hearted Roar wasn't nearly as powerful as it is now,"
Upon hearing this, Ju Mang laughed dryly, "So this time Pang Chunhao lost to Yang Zheng again, he must have improved, right?"
The shawl-haired man shook his head, "Yang Zheng has always been the type who gets stronger as he fights. If you ask me, if you can't resolve him within thirteen hundred shots, then there's probably no hope. What's the use of taking a few more shots? Two thousand? Three thousand? Besides, Yang Zheng isn't just this capable."
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The chaotic bullets stirred up a storm-like soundwave, sweeping away the Disaster Water, Dragon Mist, and even the torrential rain from Thousand Prosperous Clouds, creating a vacuum band centered around Yang Zheng.
