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Quan Sangin was shown up by Lin Baici.
Eliminating several dozen living corpses was something he could do, and he could do it unscathed, but the timely deduction that another person was lurking in the dusk made him feel inferior.
As for the bullet that hit Lin Baici's bronze sword, he saw it: it was just a round ball the size of a peanut, which to him was hardly lethal. But if it were replaced with a modern sniper rifle...
Quan Sangin felt an immense pressure engulfing him like the sea, not only was he less skilled in martial prowess than his opponent, but he also had fewer Taboo things at his disposal, and even his intelligence was overshadowed – how was he supposed to play this game?
Gu Qingqiu glanced at Lin Baici and sneered. Teaming up with excellent people always brought this kind of nuisance: there was no way for her to show off!
