Clang!
A regular Psychic Bullet tapped on Zen Xianhui's forehead.
Leaving a small dent.
But the bullet was bounced off!
Both the real and Fake Yi Lin acted at the same time, saying, "Who the hell do you think you are?" scaring Zen Xianhui out of his wits.
He thought he was a goner.
But after forcibly deflecting Yi Lin's bullet with his steel-hard forehead, Zen Xianhui was overjoyed.
Turns out I can do it! Turns out I'm capable too!
Indeed!
"Sorry, my bad, it's this side."
But before Zen Xianhui's ecstatic emotions could even rise to his face and be expressed,
Yi Lin was already smilingly raising her right hand holding the "Destruction Revolver," with the luminescent bullet shimmering in the chamber.
The key was... breathing!
Breathing Method!
Break the defense!
This bullet had been charging for a little while; its power was barely acceptable.
"I, Zen Xianh—"
Bang!
Gone.
