When Wu was about a hundred ters from Paul, he had already been hit by three bullets, all of which struck his bullet-proof vest.
The fact that Wu, with his current strength, could still be shot three tis by Paul, showed the level of Paul’s marksmanship.
Of course, if Wu hadn’t been wearing a bullet-proof vest and could move faster, he was confident he wouldn’t have been hit at all.
However, without the vest, he would have to worry about being targeted by multiple attackers, so for safety’s sake, Wu still wore the bullet-proof vest before going out.
In the last hundred ters, Paul didn’t continue firing, as if he had given up, and Wu rushed to the first floor of the building where Paul was located in one breath.
Paul, on the rooftop, packed up his assault rifle unhurriedly, and also stored away the sniper rifle beside him. He spoke into his headset, "Mike is dead, I failed to eliminate the target, preparing to evacuate."
Soon, a voice ca through the earpiece, "Agreed to evacuate."
Paul shook his head, his mood sowhat complicated—it was the first ti he had ever failed.
But he didn’t dwell on it too much, if it didn’t work this ti, he would just try again next ti.
After stowing both guns, Paul took a running start and jumped straight onto the rooftop of the adjacent building.
Repeating this, he quickly vanished into the night.
Ten minutes later, Paul appeared in an underground parking lot, walking towards the car he had parked in advance.
Just as he was about to reach the car door, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Shot at so many tis and now you think you can just walk away?"
Paul was startled and spun around with extre speed.
Behind him, standing about thirty ters away, was Wu!
Paul’s eyes widened in shock.
He couldn’t understand how Wu had managed to follow him, not even his own team knew from where he would evacuate, so how did Wu find out?
In fact, ever since Wu had exchanged for "Void", he had vaguely reached a realm akin to "The cicada senses the autumn wind even before it blows," and it beca even more pronounced when his "Divine Value" reached a critical value of 199.
Through that mysterious intuition, Wu had followed him all the way and, sure enough, found Paul!
Wu didn’t hurry to attack; instead, he looked with interest at the man before him—blonde hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, quite handso, with deep eyes and a calm deanor that hid an indomitable sharpness.
"Are you Paul?" Wu asked.
He had been thinking all the way over—who could possess such spear skills? Eventually, only one na surfaced in his mind, and that was Spear King Paul!
Wu had heard this na from Li San before and also from Xing Jun during a casual chat. The latter had spoken highly of him, so Wu guessed that the man before him was Paul.
Hearing Wu’s question, Paul nodded; apparently, he could understand Chinese and even speak it, "I can’t understand how you managed to pursue ."
A smile appeared on Wu’s face, "There is an old saying in Hua Country, ’The cicada senses the autumn wind before it blows’. Once Martial Arts training reaches a certain realm, one might be capable of sothing similar."
Paul frowned; his Chinese was average, and he didn’t quite grasp Wu’s words, but he could feel the confidence in Wu’s tone, which irked him.
"I admit your martial arts are indeed formidable, but unfortunately, they are outdated in the modern world."
Wu chuckled, "Soone once said sothing similar to , they even ntioned you specifically, implying that even if I encountered you, my martial arts skills would be useless."
Paul nodded, "It seems you don’t believe that and want to try again."
Wu looked at Paul with a smile, "If you manage to kill , the title of World’s No. 1 will be yours."
As he spoke, he began to undo his bullet-proof vest and then threw it off to the ground in one swift motion!
Paul’s eyes were cold, "What World’s No. 1? After I kill you, the whole world will know---------"
"Martial! Arts! Are! Outdated!"
"Martial Arts," Paul produced a handgun as if he were performing a magic trick, his wrist flipping, aiming the barrel straight at Wu.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
One word, one shot. By the ti Paul finished his sentence, he had fired five shots at Wu!
But at the sa mont Paul flipped his wrist, Wu took a step forward, charging toward Paul.
As he took that first step, Wu’s muscles began to swell and his sinews stretched, utilizing the Divine Technique "Heavenly Tilt"!
Facing this Gun God at such close range, Wu brought all his strength to bear.
Leveraging superhuman explosive power, Wu completed five changes of direction in the blink of an eye, dodging each of Paul’s bullets and closing the distance between them by ten ters.
At that mont, Paul also had a handgun in his left hand, firing both guns simultaneously!
Compared to the previous "Spear King" Feng Lin, Paul’s dual-wielding was unquestionably more formidable, with faster changes and a higher firing rate.
Sniping from afar, using a rifle at mid-range, handguns up close—and masterful with each, truly World’s No.1. That was why he was called the Gun God!
But Wu was no longer the man he once was. After deploying "Heavenly Tilt," he had exceeded the limits of the human body, and coupled with his sharpened intuition, he managed to dodge all the bullets while closing another ten ters of the gap.
The last ten ters, Wu could pounce in a single burst!
"Silent!"
Wu exhaled and employed the special "Sound Strike" technique.
Paul’s body stiffened montarily, while Wu took the opportunity to charge forward with full power!
In less than 0.5 seconds, Paul recovered. With his reaction ti, he still had a chance to shoot, but he chose not to. Instead, he allowed Wu to co closer, aiming to reduce the space between them to the extre, leaving Wu no ti to change direction!
Wu also saw Paul’s intent. He didn’t shrink back; he charged forward instead, reaching out to grasp Paul’s wrists.
Simultaneously, Paul pulled the trigger.
In that final mont, both n were betting on who was faster.
One, the World’s No.1 master; the other, the Gun God.
National Martial Arts versus firearms, the showdown was about to be determined!
Bang! Bang!
The guns fired.
In the underground parking garage, Wu had grabbed both of Paul’s hands, directing the gun barrels to the sides.
Paul looked at Wu with a complex expression, missing his last shot. Wu was quicker, seizing his wrists and pushing away the gun muzzles.
At this point, Paul’s hands were held by Wu, but there was no struggle; although his close combat skills were remarkable, even stronger than the Caucasian before, facing Wu, Paul had no intention of resisting anymore.
Wu looked at Paul, "Anything left to say?"
"How can there be soone like you in this world..." Paul muttered.
"Rember in your next life, Martial Arts never beco obsolete."
As his words fell, Wu struck the opponent’s forehead with his palm and then turned to leave.
...
On December 13, 2021, the Gun God Paul died at the hands of Wu.
The news spread, shaking the Underworld. Wu’s personal martial reputation value in the Underworld increased by 3000, adding to the reputation gained from previously wiping out several Underworld assassins and the Dark Clown, surpassing 10,000 points.
Thus, Wu’s custom mission "World’s No.1" was complete!
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