The most feared situation on the battlefield is when a gun misfires, which can be deadly. Fortunately, Shijing Teng was busy dodging grenades, and the sound of the trigger click was drowned out by the roaring waterfall, so he didn't hear it. Lan Xue narrowly escaped disaster. Seeing that there was no grenade explosion, Shijing Teng immediately realized he had been tricked. Supporting himself with both hands, he pushed off the ground with force and sprang up, his head colliding directly with the oncoming pistol.
"Ah——!" Shijing Teng stumbled forward, using both hands to steady himself on a nearby rock. He exerted force with his feet, bounced up, and ran forward wildly, holding the back of his head tightly with one hand. Blood spattered down as Lan Xue, fueled by hatred, struck with terrifying force. The pistol, a solid piece of metal, was only five or six meters away, causing Shijing Teng's occipital region to be severely injured.
