In the blink of an eye, Li Yao's right arm turned from a monster python into a whip. With a crisp and melodious "Bang!" sound, the three nails on the palm of his hand shot out like the fragments of three meteoroids. The nail in the middle walked in a straight line, letting out a whistle that was sharper than a bullet. The two nails on the left and the right drew a mournful arc, sealing the imaginary escape route of the enemy. 0.1 seconds later, the three nails shot one after another into the wall of the factory. It was as easy as chopsticks stabbing into tofu.
Li Yao did not stop. Instead, he took out nails from his pocket and shot them at the wall in front of him. While he was shooting, he corrected the errors between his muscles and his fascia and adjusted his shooting trajectory. He also imagined all kinds of emergencies and emergencies to train his speed and accuracy in the wrong posture.
