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"Hahaha..." Master Lin burst into uproarious laughter.
At this moment, he addressed the shock-stricken Tai Luobin, who looked as if turned to stone, shouting loudly,
"Tai Luobin, you frog at the bottom of the well, now you realize what a Martial Arts Master is, right?"
"A Sect Master is not someone for the likes of you to insult!"
Tai Luobin was indeed scared stiff; he could never have imagined that someone could be quicker than a bullet from seven steps away.
No, this was no longer simply about being faster than a bullet.
It was about making your gun completely ineffective.
Even if he was a Divine Sharpshooter, what use was his skill if the person opposite could simply block your bullets?
No matter how accurate, it was useless!
This kind of power was beyond what mere mortals like him could contend with.
"I...I failed to recognize the Real Dragon, Mister, please forgive me..."
