Suddenly, Spear God raised his gun and swiftly fired a few shots at Hao Jian. Holding that kind of ordinary gun before had always restrained him, just like a highly skilled chef would be restricted if given a rusty kitchen knife. No matter how exquisite his culinary skills, he wouldn't be able to showcase his full potential. But give him a brand-new, sharp knife, and the way he wields it would be entirely different. At this moment, Spear God was just like that.
Gripping that ordinary gun earlier, although he had the skills, it was like a good chef using a rusty knife. Now, wielding his custom-made Furious Dragon Spear, the feeling in his hand was entirely different, naturally unleashing extraordinary performance.
His steps were like the wind, standing high above, and with Hao Jian's leaping pace, he fired shot after shot, the bullets ejecting from the dark muzzle, immediately seemingly guided by intelligence, fiercely shooting towards Hao Jian.
