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Just as Gong Zhibin pulled out his spear, my hand also moved. The sound of the gunfire resounded through the quiet forest. A ray of light shot out from my hand and pierced straight into Gong Zhibin's wrist, which was holding onto the spear.

The light had passed through Gong Zhibin's wrist, and finally disappeared into the darkness behind him. And the gun in Gong Zhibin's hand