Feng Lin held the gun in his hand, sweeping horizontally, chopping vertically, sometimes pulling, sometimes flicking.
He moved his arms at an extremely fast speed, not letting Wu catch his wrist, which would affect his shooting.
Apart from that initial shot, he hadn't fired again, but his threat to Wu was greater than if he were continuously shooting.
Swoosh!
Feng Lin's arm flicked again, the air crackling with the motion as though he wielded an axe, chopping at Wu's waist.
Wu didn't dare to block, knowing that any pause would allow his opponent to twist his wrist and shoot him.
He moved his feet, darting to Feng Lin's right side with Bagua's step technique while Feng Lin almost simultaneously turned and continued to strike at Wu.
Wu's heart hardened, and he stopped worrying about Feng Lin's incoming arm, instead lifting his right fist and striking directly at Feng Lin's forehead.
"If you shoot me, I'll crush your head with one punch!"
