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I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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."

Medieval rabbit · Ficção Científica
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478 Chs

Chapter 107: Level 19 "Insect Tribe Priest

As it turned out, in the face of overwhelming firepower, almost all details became irrelevant.

Even if the fighter possessed the divine skill "Deliberate Furious Fist," which allowed them to reflect all the damage received in a period of time as a fist wind rebound, they still needed to survive the damage first.

For those like the Archer Surgeon with no means of counterattack, when facing such exaggerated firepower, there was only one word for them, dead.

"It's over."

Walking out from the white circle, Chen Miao leaned on his staff and casually said as he glanced at the Hungry Monkey duo, "It seems not as complicated as the battle scene just now, quite simple really."

"..."

Zhou Shen silently stood still, not saying a word, only looking at Chen Miao with a resentful gaze, as if Miao was even stronger than he had been in the great event.

Why could the bullets he fired transform into a storm that lingered around him?

Did marksmen have this skill?