"Oh? A little place in the boondocks, and yet someone knows about bio-implants?" The man slowly pulled his body off the sword that had pinned him to the door, touched the fresh blood on his chest, and said coldly, "You think you won't die just because you guessed right?"
He raised his hand.
His palm suddenly deformed; from within his flesh and skin, a barrel as thick as a pinky finger extended, aiming directly at Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan commanded, "Come back."
As his words fell, the Kanglong Sword immediately flew back to his chest, acting like a shield.
With a loud thud, the gun barrel had already struck the sword's blade.
A piercing sound erupted.
Weapons forged from heavenly materials and treasures through technology were indeed incomparably tough. As they repelled the opponent's bullet, only a shallow dent appeared on the weapon's surface.
The narrow stairwell was not conducive to using the Flying Sword against enemies.