"Impressive!"

The power of one bullet could exceed its original destructive capability, and the eager Xiu Yi decided to try it out personally.

After several attempts, a disappointed Xiu Yi realized he could only project his breath outward but couldn't precisely integrate the wind attribute into his weapon. The difficulty was too high; he couldn't truly become one with the gun.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang bang bang...

Xiu Yi continued to mechanically repeat the practice movements, as the saying goes, familiarity breeds skill...

"There's not much time left for you; if you can't master your usual weapon, you are unlikely to make it to the end in a high-level confrontation, and you might even get killed."

Feng Yi narrated it as if it were a trivial matter.

However, this was the greatest encouragement for Xiu Yi, who understood that Brother Feng wanted to strengthen him in this way, but was too proud to admit it.

He broke into a wide grin, "Don't worry, my life is tougher than anyone's; I will learn it for sure."

"I hope so, but boy..."

Brother Feng seemed to have more to say, and Xiu Yi acknowledged with a 'Hmm', switching to a focused listening mode.

"Through effort, merely mastering these skills is far from enough."

Rafael lowered his hat brim; the remaining visible half of his face displayed his unchanging smile, wild and profound...

"If your teacher often says 'not bad', you probably won't achieve much. There are no words more harmful — To me, the outcome between you and Zi Yu isn't that important, it depends on both of you. However, from your perspective, you must take it seriously."

Xiu Yi nodded half-understandingly, seeming to understand yet not fully grasping it.

"I have nothing more to teach Zi Yu, but it's different with you. Watch closely, this move won't be demonstrated a second time."

"Yes!" Xiu Yi held his breath, becoming more and more solemn... Although unsure why, Brother Feng's words were too significant, there would be no second demonstration!

Feng Yi said, "This is the ultimate gun technique that can only be used with mastery of the wind attribute, Eagle Strike Awakening."

"Heh!"

A light exclamation was heard as Feng Yi swiftly drew his revolver, crossing it before his chest. Gathering momentum, a breath suddenly surged forth, causing his open coat to flutter with the motion...

As the breath continued to rise, lightning arcs faintly appeared around Feng Yi, a visual magnetic storm only the wind attribute could manifest!

At this moment, the power that Feng Yi was emitting became increasingly intense, and the resonance with the weapon grew more apparent, the constantly trembling gun seemed eager to burst forth...

Crack!

In the instant the gun left his hand with a metallic clang, a hundred meters away, an old tree was completely shattered by the revolver's swing.

The fierce wind roared, the momentum of the revolver's thunderous strike not only didn't diminish but grew increasingly uncontrollable as more wind attribute power was infused.

Pa pa pa pa pa...

At this moment, the four people's gazes were already locked within a two-kilometer radius, their line of sight barely keeping up with the rapid frequency, the continuous Eagle Strike's rotation strikes, initially for a single target, now achieved an area-effect attack with endless afterimages.

The revolver transformed from one into ten, ten into a hundred, the silver-white lightning filled the sky like a rain of light, freely leaping, silently narrating the legend of a legendary gun deity...

Xiu Yi and the others were utterly shocked by this spectacular scene, leaving their friends completely stunned...

"Hoo!"

With a swift leap forward, Feng Yi instantly rushed into the Eagle Strike domain, his lightning-fast movements following the revolver continuously. Or rather, the displacement orientation of the Eagle Strike Spiral had always been under his control.

Feng Yi swiftly struck the gun's body.

Remarkably, the weapon did not cause him any countershock injury, the deflection angle altered in a way inexplicable by physics, as he maneuvered between twists and turns, his form shuttling like lightning, dancing and galloping in the Eagle Strike Storm, continuously changing the weapon's hit orientation. At this moment, it was as if the revolver god Rafael had truly merged with the weapon, he was the weapon, and the weapon was him, inseparable.

For a moment, countless afterimages intermittently appeared, flashing continuously in the vast playground.

Sometimes appearing kilometers away, other times near Xiu Yi and the others to demonstrate gun control, while the attacking Eagle Strike became rhythmically stable during his continuous maneuvers, rapidly rotating around him, forming an absolute defensive barrier.

By the end, during this not-so-long three minutes, all they seemed to hear was the buzzing sound of air being torn, and nothing remained within a two-kilometer radius but ruin and debris.

"Pa."

The weapon returned once more to Rafael's hand, this time he was smart, wearing heat-resistant layered gloves, prepared in advance, not as embarrassed as before.

Moreover, he used the hot gun barrel to light a cigarette with a righteous demeanor.

"Brother Feng, cough! Rafael, your gun barrel is red again." Xixi looked at him with admiration, pointing at the revolver while teasing.

"What era do you think it is? Who doesn't have a cooldown with their ultimate—well, I'm no exception," Feng Yi said, exhaling a puff of smoke with flair towards her face.

She sniffed with her cute nose...

For such a cheeky behavior, Xixi promised she wouldn't beat him if it were someone else, but facing Rafael, surprisingly, she felt zero resistance from within.

The essence of Eagle Strike Reversal was attempting to control it through the wind attribute.

Yet after the demonstration, Feng Yi didn't elaborate much to Xiu Yi, hoping he would comprehend the mystery himself.

Feng Yi bent down, picking up the fallen hat, reverting back to the handsome Rafael, his unchanged calm smile, yet with eyes having weathered many storms, eyes that seemed to have witnessed life's ups and downs.

Only now did Xiu Yi and his companions feel regret!

Darn it, they were so engrossed in watching that they didn't notice Brother Feng's hat fell on the ground, this shouldn't have happened, it just shouldn't.

With that, Rafael glanced at everyone, left without turning back, waving his hand lightly towards the sky as a farewell.

Hopefully, next time we'll meet at the Peak Arena.

"Hey..."

Suddenly Xiu Yi shouted, stopping Rafael who had gone quite far.

Upon hearing the call, Feng Yi paused slightly, turning half his face under the shadow.

"Thank you! Brother Feng! I will inherit this legacy; I mean, look forward to the good show a month from now!"

Xiu Yi could no longer hold back, shouting Brother Feng's name loudly, feeling that only by doing so could he vent the agitated emotions in his heart.

"Heh."

Turning once more, Feng Yi resumed his stride, slowly disappearing on the horizon.

Yet in his heart, he held a slight sense of regret for Brother Feng's words, wishing the boy would behave himself, geez!

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