Thud!
The bullet struck the air shield wall but did not penetrate, instead dropping straight down, its tip bent out of shape from the impact.
Liu Yuanxi was dumbfounded as she witnessed this scene. She glanced at the air wall, swallowed hard, and, unwilling to accept it, squeezed the trigger again.
Bang bang bang!
Three consecutive bullets were fired, each hitting the air shield wall and each falling helplessly to the ground.
"Impossible! How could this be possible!"
Liu Yuanxi stumbled back three steps, maintaining distance from Mo Han, her mouth agape enough to fit a whole egg.
She had never seen this happen before. Even a platoon leader would be injured in such a situation.
But the other party was unscathed, and even the bullet was bent.
"There are always people better than you, mountains beyond mountains. There's a lot you don't know!"
Mo Han flicked his wrist, and a silver needle zipped out swiftly.
Smack!
