"Hidden weapon? Destiny?"
Yao Wei couldn't quite understand for a moment.
Lu Xi'an explained, "We're all Neo-Humans, Type A Neo-Humans, with precise control over our strength and movements.
"With that, my gun should theoretically shoot accurately, but I can't make it hit the mark.
"I hadn't thought much about it before, but now I realize I might be influenced by self-suggestion from old memories or perhaps the extra mechanical structures, aiming and firing steps in the gun are unnecessary for me.
"I've collected so many hidden weapons that I should have understood early on that relying on oneself is better. With such great strength and control over myself, why would I still need a gun?"
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of dirt from the ground, aimed at the spot Chai Xin had just hit on the tree, and casually tossed it.
The clump of dirt hit the tree with a "poof," precisely striking the spot Chai Xin had hit, then scattered into dust.
