CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 082: SWORD VS. BULLET_1

At that moment, Zhang Bin’s focus was absolute, and his pupils contracted to pinpricks. In an instant, his vision and hearing surged to an unprecedented peak.

He saw everything with perfect clarity. A bullet shot toward him, letting out a piercing whistle.

The sword in his hand, infused with Longevity Qi, was harder than true steel as it stabbed out swiftly.

Unfortunately, his sword struck nothing but air.

The bullet was too fast. It pierced his thigh in the blink of an eye.

PFFT!

Blood spurted out.

Excruciating pain crashed over him like a tidal wave. Zhang Bin’s legs gave way, and he stumbled to the ground.

"Xiao Bin!"

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Fang, Cheng Xin, and Father Zhang and Mother Zhang all cried out in terror.

Qian Bing, Zhao Dawei, and the other bodyguard all shook their heads. Zhang Bin hadn’t even tried to dodge. Getting shot was inevitable.

"Get him to a hospital, quickly," Zhao Dawei said, a little frustrated.

"Don’t worry. It’s just a bullet. It can’t hurt me."

Zhang Bin’s left hand tapped rapidly on his thigh, and the bleeding immediately stopped.

Then he yelled, "Out!"

POP!

A bloody bullet shot out of his thigh.

His Longevity Qi began to circulate rapidly, stimulating the cells in the wound to divide at an incredible rate.

In just a few breaths, his wound had healed completely, leaving not even a scar.

He stood up under countless shocked gazes and said with a smile, "Thermal weapons are certainly powerful, but it’s not impossible to block a bullet."

The recent brush with danger had awakened his potential, improving his sword’s speed. He could feel a distinct improvement.

However, he was well aware that his speed was still too slow to hit a bullet at such close range. He wouldn’t be able to unless he mastered the Lightning Second Sword and increased his speed to thirty strikes per second.

"Your sword is fast, and you’re very strong. But to iron-blooded warriors like us, you’re no different from a corpse," Qian Bing said proudly. "However, I must admit, your medical skills are admirable."

Damn it! Does he think this tiger is a sick cat just because it isn’t roaring? Anger surged in Zhang Bin’s heart, and he sneered, "I was just testing the power of a bullet. Do you really think you have a chance to open fire in front of me? In my eyes, *you’re* the one who’s no different from a corpse."

"Want to test that theory?" A deep sneer spread across Qian Bing’s face as he aimed his gun at Zhang Bin’s thigh once more.

Besides, Zhang Bin had miraculous medical skills; he’d heal instantly even if he got shot. Qian Bing wasn’t an arrogant person by nature, but the organization he represented was extraordinary, and he could not allow anyone to look down on it.

"From now on, you won’t be able to hit me. In fact, you might not even get the chance to fire." Zhang Bin pulled a handful of pine needles from his pocket. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he moved in an instant, darting to the side like a phantom while the needles in his hand shot forward.

Infused with Longevity Qi, the pine needles were as hard and sharp as steel.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

They flew at an incredible speed.

Just as Qian Bing was about to pull the trigger, he felt sharp pains all over his body. A numbness seized his arm, freezing him in place. He stood there like a wooden sculpture, his face a mask of disbelief and amazement.

CLANG! The gun in his hand dropped to the ground.

Everyone was stunned, staring at Zhang Bin as if he were a monster.

Xiao Bin is getting stronger and stronger. His progress is too fast! the villagers of Sanchahe Village marveled internally.

This guy is a real monster. To think such an expert exists among the common folk... It’s a huge loss for the country that he hasn’t been recruited. Zhao Dawei’s eyes lit up like two lightbulbs.

"My apologies."

Zhang Bin walked over and pulled the pine needles from Qian Bing’s body.

"I admit defeat, fair and square. You’re incredibly strong; even with a gun, I’m no match for you. But when the three of us work together, our combat strength is far more than the sum of its parts," Qian Bing said.

"Alright, alright, I take it back. I can only defeat one of you, not all three at once," Zhang Bin laughed. He wasn’t about to get into a serious fight with a man who was clearly a special forces operative.

The expressions on the other two bodyguards’ faces softened, and they retracted their formidable auras.

A smile appeared on Zhao Dawei’s face. He hooked an arm around Zhang Bin’s shoulder and said, "Ever considered joining the army?"

"I have no interest in being a soldier," Zhang Bin said with a wicked smile. "Being a farmer is great. I’ve got beautiful women, freedom, and money. What could be better?"

"Hahaha..." Zhao Dawei let out a strange laugh. "Too bad someone wants to take all that wealth away from you."

"Go on, stop touching a sore spot. Or have you decided you don’t want your little ding-ding back after all?" Zhang Bin glared at Zhao Dawei in annoyance.

"I want it, of course I want it! I want to chase beautiful women, too. How can I do that without my little ding-ding?" Zhao Dawei said placatingly.

And so, the two went into the room, arm in arm.

It seems Dawei and Zhang Bin get along really well, Ma Rufei muttered to himself. But can Zhang Bin really make his little ding-ding grow back?

As for the villagers, they were naturally full of wonder. Zhang Bin was becoming ever more miraculous, and the friends he made were becoming more mysterious as well.

Inside the room, Zhao Dawei sat on the bed and took off his pants.

Sure enough, the area was completely smooth. He had no penis and no testicles. A large scar marked the spot, and his legs were also covered in dense scars, packed together like scales.

Zhang Bin was secretly shocked. What is Zhao Dawei’s background? How could he have suffered so many injuries? It’s not like we’re at war. However, he wasn’t one to pry into others’ privacy.

So, he asked with a wicked grin, "You’ve been without your little ding-ding for many years, right? Why not get gender reassignment surgery? Honestly, being a woman is a great option."

My master is something else, daring to joke with Dawei like that. Ma Rufei thought, shrinking his neck as a strange expression appeared on his face.

"You bastard! You can’t actually make my little ding-ding grow back, can you?" Zhao Dawei sputtered, flustered and furious.

"So you’re really not going to choose to become a woman?" Zhang Bin, not the least bit afraid of him, said with a smile as he took out a pine needle.

"I am a man! A proud, respectable man!" Zhao Dawei said huffily.

"Alright, I’ll grant your wish to be a man," Zhang Bin said with a wicked smile. "But you two have to promise you’ll keep this a secret forever. Don’t disclose it to anyone."

"You don’t have to worry about that..." Zhao Dawei assured him, patting his own chest.

Zhang Bin didn’t delay. With a single, fluid motion, he pierced Zhao Dawei’s crotch with the needle.

His expression turned serious as he sent his Longevity Qi inside to carefully probe the area.

Then he took a small bottle from his pocket. It contained a fragrant liquid, which he casually applied to Zhao Dawei’s scar...