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Although Sodaimura Yujiro seemed to have mastered some kind of Inner Power, his research on Inner Power was really too superficial, making him barely able to resist Wang Longhu's Dark Force, extremely feeble in doing so.

"Baka yarou!" Yagyu Ito roared angrily, clutching his wound.

Anyone could see that beneath his fury lay a deep fear; he was afraid.

Both Sodaimura Yujiro and Cyan Dragon Mount Tai, the top experts of Japan Island, were successively defeated by Wang Longhu. This had been Yagyu Ito's greatest hope for revenge.

But now, he was crushed head-on by Wang Longhu's terrifying strength.

Just Yagyu Ito and the subordinates he brought along were simply incapable of doing anything.

In front of Wang Longhu, ordinary people were as weak as ants; a single sweeping kick could break a normal person's spine.

So without firearms, it is very difficult to surround and kill a Huajin Grandmaster using swarm tactics, unless you exhaust his physical strength, which requires mobilizing a massive force of hundreds.

Bang!

As the atmosphere in the scene began to grow silent, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

Wang Longhu instinctively moved to the side, but still felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. As he looked down, he saw a splash of red appearing on his shoulder.

As the red blotch expanded, a burning pain on his shoulder, a thought finally flashed in Wang Longhu's mind.

He had been shot!

Zhiming City, after all, is the capital of Vietnam, where gun control is very strict. Wang Longhu never thought that Yagyu Ito's group would carry firearms, a genuine oversight.

Bang!

When the second gunshot rang, Wang Longhu quickly dashed towards the perimeter wall with a gap and vanished behind the wall.

Following the direction from which the gunshot came, they saw Lu Ting, who had been hiding at the very back and unnoticed, holding a mini pistol no bigger than a child's palm.

The muzzle was emitting faint white smoke.

Lu Ting's gaze was venomous: "This person is too dangerous to let live. If he doesn't die, we will."

Yagyu Ito frowned and said: "If we attract the police, it will be very troublesome for us too."

"We can't worry about that anymore, Wang Longhu must die," Lu Ting said viciously.

He was frightened. Originally, he thought that Wang Longhu was troublesome, but with the aid of Yagyu Ito, they could kill Wang Longhu in Zhiming City.

But who could have expected that Wang Longhu's strength far exceeded their imagination, and the experts Yagyu Ito had heavily paid for were not opponents of Wang Longhu at all.

Instead, they died one after another at the hands of the opponent, which became unbearable for Lu Ting, leaving only his prepared fallback, firearm, to rely on!

No matter how skilled a Martial Artist is, the flesh is still mortal, unable to withstand bullets. As long as they could hit Wang Longhu, he would surely die.

As the second heir of the Lu family, Lu Ting was not only in charge of most of the Lu family's overseas businesses but also a hardcore firearm enthusiast in private.

With the Lu family's assets, Lu Ting could access any firearm. He often traveled abroad to practice shooting with real guns at shooting ranges.

After more than a decade of training, Lu Ting's shooting skill had reached a very high level; even when compared to soldiers, Lu Ting was not at a disadvantage.

According to Lu Pingshan's status and strength, his descendants would basically follow the path of martial arts.

Yet Lu Ting turned out to be an exception, thinking since childhood that no matter how skilled a Martial Artist was, they were not as good as a professional marksman.

As long as a marksman has a magazine, no matter if you've trained in martial arts for ten years or half a lifetime, one bullet would still send you to King Yama.

So Lu Ting had great disdain for Martial Artists.

But today, he felt somewhat unsettled.

Just because Wang Longhu's displayed strength far exceeded his expectations, shattering his preconceived notions about Martial Artists.

That ferocious destructive power and superhuman lethality directly intimidated Lu Ting.

He had seen his father and other brothers in the family practice martial arts, but none of them could exhibit the intensity shown by Wang Longhu.

The opponent was strong as if as a god descending to earth, and without using firearms, there was simply no way to win.

"Hiss."

Behind the wall, Wang Longhu's eyes were filled with boundless killing intent.

He didn't know who Lu Ting was, but the opponent's secret gunfire had already crossed Wang Longhu's bottom line.

In modern history, many famous Martial Artists, no matter how powerful, ended up dead due to firearms.

Like Cheng Tinghua, the founder of the Cheng Eight Trigrams Palm, who fought with foreign devils during the Eight-Nation Alliance and died under foreign gunfire.

Even a Huajin Grandmaster cannot openly withstand firearms.

With Wang Longhu's Spiritual Power, if someone aimed a gun at him upfront, Wang Longhu could rely on his speed to dodge it.

But when someone shoots secretly, it is not easy for Wang Longhu to dodge. After all, he is only human, not a god.

"The Lu family, since you're here, don't think about leaving Vietnam alive today." With a single thought, the wound on his shoulder from the bullet automatically stopped bleeding.

For a Huajin Grandmaster, controlling muscles and stopping blood is an easy task. If you can't do this, you can't even circulate Dark Force to hit acupuncture points throughout your body.

As long as Wang Longhu is willing, he can control every muscle in his body, thus temporarily stopping the bleeding of the wounded area.