"As long as your spiritual power is strong enough and is under precise control, you can do this."
As Han Xin spoke, a leaf in his hand whizzed out, landing softly on the forehead of the young man sitting on the bench.
"Uh..."
Without any physical force, the young man's body suddenly shuddered and he slumped to one side.
Blood seeped out from the forehead where the leaf had landed, causing passersby to let out cries of shock.
"What happened?!"
"Was he shot by a sniper rifle?"
"What exactly is going on?!"
Amidst the shouts of alarm, the crowd began to panic and swiftly scattered in all directions. Even the few young men who had wanted to approach Fu Lingxiang a moment ago were now desperately looking for an escape route, one of them crashing into a utility pole by the road.
"He... was shot?"
Fu Lingxiang questioned in shock.
Although she hadn't known what had happened before, by now she could guess the principle behind it.
"Exactly."
