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Zheng!
The golden bullet mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder burst forth from the barrel, its invisible ripples spreading out like ripples on water.
The swiftly lunging Muni only tilted his head imperceptibly to dodge the bullet.
Bright-red blood spurted sky-high, blurring Yang Zheng's vision. Then, a wave of intense pain hit him, as his pupils contracted into pinpoints. Silently gasping for air, the torn muscles and blood vessels at his shoulder constricted to stem the gushing blood.
Qian Wu's vision blurred for a moment; by the time Muni reappeared before him, he had a gun-toting arm clenched in his mouth. More horrifying was the fact that he was chewing voraciously on the human arm, skin, bone, and all. In just five or six seconds, the entire arm, along with the bloodstains and fabric fibers, disappeared into Muni's mouth.
Qian Wu was so stunned by the scene that he momentarily failed to react.
