The sniper casually swapped out a magazine and once again set his sights through the scope, a flicker of scorn crossing his lips. Hiding in a dead angle, how long can you hide? Is it just a matter of who has more patience? Go ahead, never come out again!
As the sniper was waiting, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind from behind and was startled! He hastily dropped the butt of his gun and drew the dagger from his waist, swinging it backwards with all his might.
The next moment, there was a faint sound of fabric tearing, and a trace of blood danced in the air, splattering lightly.
Chu Nan's brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the superficial cut in his abdomen, feeling somewhat surprised. He had thought he could sneak up and take out this guy, but it turned out the sniper was also a master! And judging by his moves, he was probably a body-cultivating Outer Family Red Level Martial Artist.