The bullet, composed of pure Death Energy, tore through the air at a terrifying speed, heading straight for the goateed man's forehead.
The First-stage Martial Artist felt a chill crawl down his spine, his heart pounding violently in uncontrollable fear.
The bullet was mere inches away from ending his life.
Logically, something so small shouldn't have posed any real threat to him, but his instincts screamed of impending death. He had heard the elders speak of what this little thing was truly capable of.
At the final moment, his Will manifested, a giant bell encasing him in a protective shell.
The Death Energy bullet froze in mid-air, unable to advance a single inch further.
Gang Reyong narrowed his eyes. Although he couldn't perceive or see the Will directly, it was clear that the goateed man's Will had something to do with defense.
For a First-stage Martial Artist, revealing one's Will was rare, unless they chose to display it openly.
