The bullets were stopped by the bullet-proof vest, but the immense impact still made Wu Li's shoulder feel as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer.
"This impact is almost comparable to taking three hits from innate Gang Qi."
Wu Li made the comparison in his mind and couldn't help but lament that the decline of fist techniques was indeed reasonable. Decades of hard training, talent, perseverance, and opportunity were indispensable, yet it might still not be enough to produce a grandmaster. However, with just a few months of gun training, one's killing power could far surpass that of a grandmaster-level expert. With such a comparison, how many people would be willing to put in the hard work to practice martial arts?
Spreading his limbs, Wu Li exerted his strength and leaped up from the spot, a Tiger Pounce brought him right in front of two soldiers.
