188: Chapter 188: No Habit of Backing Down (Sixth Update) 188: Chapter 188: No Habit of Backing Down (Sixth Update) At that moment, the gun in his hand seemed to turn transparent.
Without looking, Zhang Fan knew the structure of the gun completely.
Just as Hua Ling and the others sneered and mocked, Zhang Fan’s hand moved!
His wrist flicked upwards, and he threw the gun into the air, where, in Zhang Fan’s eyes, it seemed the world itself had frozen.
His expression was completely comfortable, with not a hint of tension.
The next moment, his right hand moved, swift as a shadow, touching the gun, which instantly disassembled into countless parts in that instant.
Everyone stared at the gun parts scattering in the sky as if they had seen a ghost.
From the moment Zhang Fan raised his hand, the gun had been disassembled, a scene so dreamlike that everyone’s mouths hung open.
The next moment, Zhang Fan raised his left hand; both hands danced through the air like phantoms.
The gun barrel, the spring, the magazine—all components were systematically reassembled by him.
The tight clicking sounds echoed, falling into Hua Ling’s ears like a curse.
How is it possible; disassembling and assembling a gun in just a few seconds?
Was it just the blink of an eye?
Damn, how is this even possible.
The very next moment, Zhang Fan turned around, gun in right hand, and began to move.
A flurry of intense gunshots erupted like a violent storm.
Ten shots fired in rapid succession, without a single pause.
Whether it was the group from the Inspection Department or Hua Ling’s group, they all stood dumbstruck, terrified by Zhang Fan’s frantic motions.
Dammit, is this guy firing randomly?
Over the shoulder, under the armpit, across the waist, damn, do you even know where the target is?
Suddenly, the group turned pale, including Ye Yanran who swallowed hard.
Almost simultaneously, people frantically patted themselves down.
Shit, you can’t just lie around with a gun; one wrong move could kill someone.
“No injuries, no injuries!”
The group from the Inspection Department and Hua Ling’s group let out a long sigh of relief.
The next moment, everyone’s eyes blazed with fire.
“Teacher Zhang, is this murder?”
“Zhang Fan, I’m going to kill you.”
“Kid, listen, I have no beef with you.”
Zhang Fan held the gun upright, and, feeling unsatisfied, he blew on it.
Ten seconds, damn that’s short.
But that feeling, damn, absolutely thrilling.
At this moment, Zhang Fan still pictured the movements he had just made.
However, as fast as the feeling came, it went away; twenty seconds later, Zhang Fan couldn’t even remember how he had fired the gun.
Just then, Ye Yanran clenched her teeth and gripped Zhang Fan’s ear: “If you can’t handle a gun, damn it, don’t play with guns.”
Damn it, they were just beside him, and the way Zhang Fan moved so casually, it seemed like he was dancing, firing the gun with reckless abandon—damn, but it was a real gun.
“Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?” Zhang Fan got angry, damn it, shouldn’t there be screams, admiration, and cheers here?
Dammit, why is it , damn it, is putting on an act easy?
If he chose to copy Naruto or Kurosaki Ichigo, one with a Moon-shaped Sky Charge, and one bursting with Chakra, how badass would that be?
That was a thousand Spiritual Value, and it was also his only bottle of Reproduction Potion.
Ye Yanran, one day I’ll make you beg for mercy on your knees.
Damn it, I came to help, and now I’m getting my ear pulled; to whom am I supposed to complain?
“Damn it, go look at the target.” Zhang Fan, enraged, turned around, grabbed Ye Yanran’s hand, and firmly slapped her buttocks.
Ye Yanran was stunned by Zhang Fan’s sudden strike.
Feeling a burning pain on her butt, it took her a long time to react.
“Zhang Fan, I’m going to kill you,” Ye Yanran screamed.
In front of so many people, this bastard actually hit her on the butt.
Zhang Fan then grabbed Ye Yanran’s hand and slapped her again.
“Dammit, no good deed goes unpunished.
I knew I shouldn’t have come, running all the way here without even a sip of water.
Do I owe you anything?” Zhang Fan was also fired up.
He immediately raised his hand and slapped her again.
Ye Yanran screamed in pain, but Zhang Fan’s hand, like an iron spike, held her firmly, making her unable to move, especially in such a humiliating scene that made her face blush deeply.
The group from the Inspection Department was dumbfounded as they watched Zhang Fan assaulting her.
Jesus, Teacher Zhang’s guts are too big, daring to hit Team Ye there.
Damn, although this has been the dream of their men, this was merely wishful thinking.
Idol, he’s simply a frickin’ idol.
Hua Ling was stiff all over, his eyes bloodshot.
This bastard, daring to treat Ye Yanran !
“Kid, you’re dead!” Without thinking, Hua Ling charged at Zhang Fan.
Clenched fist, lunge step, military killing technique.
Zhang Fan’s eyes were cold: “Alright, the third match, let’s start now.”
Saying this, Zhang Fan released Ye Yanran’s hand, used the strength of his legs, and rushed towards Hua Ling.
Damn idiot, still thinking himself as utterly weak.
Hua Ling jumped high, his legs spinning like a windmill, and suddenly, a cold wind rushed towards Zhang Fan.
The SWAT team members immediately changed color and yelled, “Boss, no!”
This move was clearly the Wind Wheel Strangling Leg.
Once released, it couldn’t be stopped.
A leg powered by the full force of the body could break a wooden post as thick as an arm.
If the kid was hit by this attack, he would definitely be seriously injured.
Foolish, how could he use such a vicious move on someone else?
Hua Ling, who was hopelessly in love with Ye Yanran, couldn’t care less.
Damn it, daring to touch his future girlfriend and even hitting her on the butt, he wouldn’t be a man if he tolerated it.
“Kid, dodge it quick.”
Seeing Hua Ling , they could only yell at Zhang Fan.
“Sorry, I don’t have the habit of being a coward,” Zhang Fan said coldly with a smirk, then slightly bent his body, accelerating his Butterfly Dance Step.
Face it head-on, he wasn’t afraid of anyone.
Zhang Fan, like a fierce tiger, barreled towards Hua Ling like a flying arrow.
Just as Hua Ling’s right leg was coming down, Zhang Fan suddenly made his move.
Raised hand, clenched palm, striking forcefully against the descending leg.
The intense collision made everyone pause in shock.
However, just when everyone was worried about Zhang Fan’s safety, Hua Ling spun backward violently, and then collapsed on the ground.
Hua Ling screamed in pain, turned over, and began howling while holding his right leg.
The SWAT team’s expression changed dramatically, and they quickly ran over.
“Boss, what’s wrong?”
Incredible cries of alarm arose.
Suddenly, the SWAT team members roared in anger: “Damn, kid, I’m going to fight you.”
Zhang Fan stood up, looked at the group, and harshly spat out two words.
What happened to the planned capturing?
This damn forced me to use Thunderclap Palm.