"Miss Wanwan, this is only natural. Among all the martial arts, the most formidable one is known as the skill of death!" Eleven spoke seriously.
"Skill of death?" Ye Wanwan looked at Eleven, eager to hear more.
"That's right," Eleven said, "the skill of death, as the name implies, is used to murder a person. Once honed to perfection, each move and form can take away a person's life. The moves are vicious and ordinary folks are unable to resist it."
Ye Wanwan pondered for a moment. "Then what if… the skill of death meets a gun?"
Eleven choked. "…" I must really learn how to answer her questions…
"Can the skill of death block bullets?" Ye Wanwan asked with complete seriousness.
Eleven started sweating. "I guess… that's quite impossible…"
"Is the skill of death so powerful that it can block all firearms…?" Ye Wanwan asked again.
Eleven was speechless once again. "I don't… think so…"
