"Miss Luoxi, that move 'Meteor Burst' of mine was just like a meteor hitting Earth, wasn't it?" Lin Tian chuckled.
"You, using Ancient Martial Arts without any restrictions, never play by the rules," Ning Luoxi shook her head and said, and then she also moved, a shadow flashed, and she was already among the Japanese team.
Soon, all sorts of messy things began flying out from among the Japanese team, and upon closer inspection, Lin Tian realized they were their firearms, which were now completely ruined.
Some had bent barrels, others twisted into corkscrews, and most exaggerated were those few sniper rifles, which had broken into several pieces; soon, a pile of scrap metal was stacked on the ground.
In less than a minute, Ning Luoxi returned to her original spot, dusting off her hands as if she had done something trivial.
Lin Tian was utterly speechless, as the firearms were so ruined by Ning Luoxi that they could no longer be recognized as guns—such a waste.
