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Chapter 238 - 238 238 There Really Are Masters in This World

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Wishful thinking.” As two men approached him, Zhao Guang stood his ground, unflinching.

As the two men reached out, Zhao Guang seemed to completely ignore their hands.

He twisted his body forward at just the right moment, dodging their grasp, and then placed his hands on their necks.

With a gentle squeeze, he snapped their necks on the spot.

The two men had been alive moments before, and now suddenly they were lifeless, catching everyone off guard.

“Old man, you’re asking for death!” Finally, the people behind reacted, drawing their guns and firing at Zhao Guang.

Seeing this, Zhao Guang slightly shifted his body, just enough to dodge the bullets.

But in front of him, he released the Mage’s Hands.

Two gigantic palms appeared, shielding him from view, invisible to everyone but Zhao Guang.

The next moment, a surprising scene unfolded before everyone.

The bullets, previously invisible to the naked eye, suddenly appeared in mid-air.

They kept moving forward but slower and slower, until, after a short distance, they completely stopped mid-air.

“Didn’t expect that, huh?

Magic can stop bullets too,” Zhao Guang exhaled, nearly unable to maintain his act.

It seemed that small caliber ordinary bullets could only penetrate halfway through his Mage’s Hands before getting stuck.

No, not stuck, the Mage’s Hands were an integral spell after all.

The bullets that were stopped suddenly were shot back and arced parabolically to the ground.

The people ahead were wide-eyed and incredulous.

Was this even human, who does this when faced with bullets?

They had considered that an enemy might dodge, they thought about bulletproof vests, but never this scenario.

“A true master exists in the world after all.”

The people behind, who had been scared to death initially, were now also slow to react.

They thought their bad luck in tourism, having been targeted by a gang, meant their lives were over.

But unexpectedly, fortune had come their way halfway through their ordeal.

This twist of fate wasn’t the police coming to their rescue, but a master.

“I was wrong to doubt the existence of real masters in this world.

Martial arts do exist; it’s just that my experience was too limited,” a young man realized, regretting his argument with his father on this topic.

Initially regretting his trip to Myanmar, now he felt no regrets.

If they hadn’t still been at gunpoint, some might have already knelt down to take him as their master.

The clicking sounds of empty guns rang out, but these people hadn’t realized their bullets had fired into nothing.

Or rather, what use would bullets have anyway?

Suddenly, someone came to their senses and hastily tried to reload, but Zhao Guang sprang into action.

With one step, he moved instantaneously, covering the distance in what seemed like Instant Teleportation to the onlookers.

Before even reaching them, Zhao Guang thrust his hands outward, and instantly the two Mage’s Hands shrunk to the size of his own palms and struck the two men in front of him.

Both men were sent flying, with palm-shaped imprints visible on their chests.

However, these marks were deep, and it was clear that they were beyond saving.

Without further ado, Zhao Guang punched through the air, and the Mage’s Hand transformed into a fist, immediately caving in the chest of a distant person.

At this moment, Zhao Guang was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“It’s the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, look, it’s real martial arts.”

“Nonsense, it’s clearly the Sky Splitting Palm.”

“Why couldn’t it be the Iron Sand Palm?” The group excitedly started discussing, completely changing the tone of the situation.

“Old fool, come any closer and I’ll kill them,” the last man threatened as he faced Zhao Guang, who was nearing his breaking point.

Instinctively, he thought of using the hostages to pressure Zhao Guang.

But Zhao Guang completely ignored his words; the Ghost Bottle activated, and the man’s mind momentarily wandered.

By the time he came to his senses, he found his arms unresponsive.

No, more accurately, his arms were severed, no longer attached to his body.

In the distance, Zhao Guang’s fingers slid downwards, and the man’s arms were cleanly sliced off.

“It’s Sword Qi, this is Sword Qi!” This time there was no argument, everyone agreed.

In truth, Zhao Guang had extended the Mage’s Hands, making the lower edge razor sharp, as if slicing down with a blade.

If the target had been larger, the unusual nature of this would have been more apparent.

With the last person dealt with, Zhao Guang casually stopped.

“Master, we can’t thank you enough, otherwise we, we…”

Zhao Guang extended his hand, “Wait, it’s not over yet.

Hide yourselves first, and we’ll talk after I deal with that situation.” He then turned to look at a base in the distance, which was the real source of the problem.

People there had now noticed the happenings, and their forces were mobilizing.

“Master, even though you’re powerful, they have more people.

Maybe we should retreat first,” a young person expressed concern upon seeing the numerous armed fighters.

It was unclear whether his concern was for Zhao Guang, himself, or possibly both.

“No worries, they’re just ordinary people, they don’t count for much.” Zhao Guang replied.

With that, he took off running towards the base.

But Zhao Guang underestimated the Chinese propensity for watching the excitement, as someone in the group immediately grabbed their phone and started recording.

Typical of a crowd: to reach for their phones when something exciting happens, completely neglecting their own safety.

However, Zhao Guang was no longer paying attention to these people, as he was rushing towards the opposite side.

The opponents pointed their firearms, including several powerful machine guns, at him.

The threat they posed was far greater than mere pistols.

Due to the distance, his Ghost Bottle seemed unable to control them for now.

Zhao Guang could only rely on his speed.

As long as he was faster than the opposition, their bullets would never hit him.

Once their ammunition was exhausted, he could close in on them.

“Too bad, if I had long-range spells, you would already be gone,” he thought.

Seeing that he was unarmed, his opponents stopped using cover.

Zhao Guang wondered whether he should surprise them by pulling firearms from his Space Ring.

But, caught up in the thrill, Zhao Guang decided to keep playing the master a bit longer.

Bullets continuously kicked up dust as they fell behind Zhao Guang, who moved with simple yet graceful motions, giving the surreal impression of dancing on a wire.