Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
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It seemed to be because his True Qi was about to be completely depleted, or perhaps because the poker card had cut too deeply into flesh and bone, so much so that it was wedged within the opponent's flesh and bones.
Yet the youth's expression remained unchanged as he breathed like an arrow, his body twisting and knees sinking in one smooth motion amidst the rainy night.
Silently watching the puddles and raindrops on the ground, his arm forcefully pulled out the poker card, with blood, more profuse than the rainwater, spurting along the slant of the card to the ground.
Not far away, amidst the rain ponchos, gunfire erupted, and Qing Chen crouched behind a corpse, surging forward.
The bullets of the assassins hit the corpse, shredding flesh and bone, splashing up spray in the ankle-deep rainwater.
But trying to penetrate a human body with a silencer and subsonic bullets is simply impossible!