95: Chapter 095: The True Power of a Bullet 95: Chapter 095: The True Power of a Bullet The black devil laughed, his maniacal laughter filling the air as his signature white teeth seemed to dazzle in the dark night.

To kill the mercenary Great Emperor, the “Forbidden God King” the king of the Dark World’s Asuras, would be the ultimate glory, worth boasting about for the rest of his life.

Quiet!

Deathly quiet!

The black devil finally realized something was off, his pupils focusing on the empty space before him; the figure of the Forbidden God King had long since disappeared.

“Clang…”

Two crisp sounds of hitting the ground rang out as if right next to his ear.

The black devil knew what that sound was, the clear sound that only came after a bullet casing hit the ground.

Avoiding bullets?

How familiar yet foreign that scenario was.

If it were at a long distance, one might have a one in a ten thousand chance of avoiding a bullet, but in such unfavorable circumstances for the Forbidden God King to avoid bullets, it was truly an impossibility in the realm of mathematics.

This wasn’t a movie or TV show where dodging bullets existed only in fantasy.

In fact, in television dramas and movies, most people are misled.

Forget about dodging bullets, take soldiers being hit by bullets for example; in movies and TV shows, being hit by a bullet usually leaves just a small hole in the body, the strong-willed can even continue to fight—a typical romanticism of war.

For instance, in reality, the highly lethal AK47 bullet, if it hits the human body head-on, would create an entry wound on the skin with a diameter of less than 1 centimeter.

The bullet’s massive force as it passes through the body would damage organs, then exit the body at a speed of 570 meters per second, potentially creating an exit wound with a diameter of over 12 centimeters!

In other words, the entry wound may be the thickness of a finger, but the exit wound could be the size of a bowl!

If it hits the head, the wound would be even more horrific, potentially blowing off a third of the skull.

This was the case with the assassination of President Kennedy in the United States where the footage showed just that.

Execution by firing squad also results in half of the head being blown off, not just a bullet hole.

Even if you were wearing a bulletproof vest, the situation wouldn’t be much better.

After being hit by a bullet, it’s like being struck by an 8-pound sledgehammer.

You’d be thrown backward, potentially breaking a few ribs, and due to the inertia of the head, the weak neck muscles and compressed nerves could cause you to pass out.

If the bullet hits the helmet, a head-on hit would penetrate it directly.

With a certain angle, even if it doesn’t penetrate, the deformed helmet could crush your skull, or the powerful impact could break your neck.

This means that if you’re shot head-on in the torso or head, even if you’re wearing a bulletproof vest and helmet, survival is out of the question.

The AK47’s copy, the Type 56 rifle, if it hits the root of a person’s thigh from a distance of 60 meters, would pierce a small hole; the bullet along with the bone debris would exit creating a hole as big as a bowl, leaving muscles and blood vessels a complete mess—amputation would be the best-case scenario even with immediate medical treatment.

In the past, Black Snake had also seen a kind of bullet called a Dumdum bullet, commonly known as a hollow-point, and it was even dubbed the “meat blossom bullet.” The lethality of these bullets was to the extreme; once penetrating the body, the bullet would blossom, and the splintering of the bullet head would spread lead throughout the body, doubling the damage.

Since it was too brutal and gory, beyond the bounds of humanitarianism, the United Nations banned the use of Dumdum bullets in warfare.

Now Black Snake was using a large-caliber sniper rifle, with a distance of less than a meter; if he hit his mark, the shot would certainly blow away nearly all of the opponent’s skull!

The mix of gray, white, and red would spatter everywhere, the mere thought of it nauseating enough to induce vomiting!

This is the true power of a bullet, unlike the fairy tales found in TV and movies.

Yet all the imagined scenarios failed to materialize, the bullet really was dodged, and not just one but two bullets in succession!

At this point, Black Snake realized that this was the true Forbidden God King, only such a godlike figure transcending mere mortals could dodge bullets under such circumstances.

“I never thought the great Forbidden God King would be hiding in the Divine Land, how laughable!” Black Snake suddenly laughed, his smile laced with scorn: “The great Forbidden God King really knows how to enjoy himself, immersed in earthly pleasures.

Shouldn’t you think about the empire you personally doomed?

Do you remember your dead brothers?

I heard your woman also died?

What’s wrong?

Are you angry?”

“Shut up!” A voice cold enough to leave no room for emotion came through.

“Bang!”

Black Ghost’s head was smashed with a palm strike, and like being struck by a pile driver, his brain matter was directly pulverized, with blood continuously oozing from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had some exercise; I’m a bit rusty!” The indifferent voice was a testament to the insignificance of life.

The Forbidden God King, also known as Ye Chenfeng, swayed slightly.

However, the front of his clothes was already soaked with a large stain of blood, and underneath his mask, his face was so pale it was completely devoid of color.

Just now, Black Ghost’s bullet had pierced through his shoulder blade.

Ye Chenfeng was not a god, but a mortal, and he was severely injured.

The consecutive shots from Black Ghost had brought him great suffering.

At a distance of less than one meter, in less than a second of time, an uninjured Ye Chenfeng could have easily dodged.

However, Ye Chenfeng was already hurt, and having not been on the battlefield for three years, he was indeed quite rusty, especially when it came to his diminished sense of danger.

Dodging those two bullets had really taken a toll on his strength.

His hair was damp with sweat, with a few strands even sticking to his forehead.

“Hmm?”

The man’s pupils suddenly flashed, shrinking to pinpoints of light.

“Bang!”

“Pff!”

Ye Chenfeng’s body seemed to be violently shoved, the immense force pushing him several meters back, nearly causing him to stumble and fall.

A jet of blood sprayed from his mouth.

There was another sniper!

In addition to Black Snake, there was another sniper lurking in the shadows.

What Ye Chenfeng had never expected was that the object blocking the bullet was the “pig-slaughtering knife” Old Dao had given him!

The “pig-slaughtering knife” on his back had blocked the bullet and indirectly saved his life.

A dragon has its reverse scales, touch them and you will die!

Several dozen seconds later, another Poison Snake mercenary fell, his limbs dismembered, his head even more so gone!

A bloody head lay on the ground, its brow singed extensively, the crimson blood gleaming with the spark of life under the moonlight.

Looking at the “pig-slaughtering knife” in his hand, still spotted with rust but wholly undamaged, Ye Chenfeng grew suspicious.

Could the old man have given him a treasure?

Once again taking out the wooden box and opening it, Ye Chenfeng was stunned.

Inside was the bronze disc, identical to the one Bai Jie had taken from White Cloud Villa.

Damn!

Shit, no wonder that leather-clad bitch brought a whole bunch of people to find the old man.

They were after this bronze disc all along.

What exactly is this thing used for?

Ye Chenfeng’s curiosity was piqued.

However, Ye Chenfeng didn’t dwell on it, as there were still two more guys to deal with.