Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as "Student", "Fighter", "Thief", and so on. After much contemplation, he activated the "Gunslinger" profession. From then on! While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills. Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the "Thompson Submachine Gun," "Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle," "Inferno Gatling," "Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon," and so on. ... One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings. And in the crowd. Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up. "Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong."
"Ah!!!"
Tormented howls continued to ring out from the stands, yet, whether Zhang Wu's fate was simply too tough or not, several minutes of gnawing passed, and he still wouldn't die. Furthermore, in his painful cries, his voice seemed to become even stronger.
"Uh..."
The Black Doctor looked at Zhang Wu with a somewhat odd expression, "I remember he's just a Magician, right? And his level isn't that high, is he really that tough?"
To tell the truth.
A Magician of around level 10 not dying after such a long time really meant that his physical constitution was quite impressive, especially since his voice appeared to grow stronger.
"Wait a second..."
He suddenly thought of something and spoke with hesitation, "That Miao, it seems we have forgotten something. If I'm not mistaken, in this S-rank Mystic Realm, aren't all players absolutely unable to die..."
As his voice trailed off.
Everyone present fell silent on the spot.
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