Chapter 2926 - 2927: All Sins Forgiven

Chapter 2926: Chapter 2927: All Sins Forgiven

All is silent, only the mist slowly moves.

Suddenly.

A figure rushes in at an astonishing speed, scattering the mist and forming a straight corridor.

Chen Shichun’s heartbeat ceases simultaneously, completely immersing her in the surrounding environment.

She knows that dreadful opponent has arrived.

Indeed.

The figure abruptly halts upon arrival; the mist, unable to disperse in time, whirls around him due to inertia, forming a vortex-like turbulence.

Though the distance is not far, due to the mist, Chen Shichun cannot clearly see the face of the figure.

But this is already unimportant.

She raises her hand slowly, almost to the extreme, every movement so cautious that even the slightest mist remains undisturbed.

Despite her heart stopping, the blood in her body flows slowly due to inertia, providing energy for Chen Shichun’s movements.

All this stems from Chen Shichun’s special talent.

She can perform subtle movements without breathing, and without her heart beating.

It’s this talent that led her mentor to praise her as a born sniper when he accepted her into the Firearms Society.

Do not underestimate this talent.

The first rule a sniper must follow on the battlefield to survive is to hide oneself.

Only by concealing oneself can one eliminate others!

Chen Shichun’s talent seems tailor-made for becoming a sniper.

Imagine a scenario where a corpse, devoid of breath and heartbeat, silently aims a gun at you. How terrifying this scene is.

Thus, within a few short years, Chen Shichun became the leader of a sniper squad, carrying out missions independently.

At this moment, the sniper rifle in Chen Shichun’s hand is already aimed at the figure across the mist.

Nonetheless, Chen Shichun remains emotionally unperturbed.

Upon entering this state, all her emotions are forcibly stripped away.

Her slender index finger gently rests on the trigger; with a slight movement, the array will immediately gather energy, ignite gunpowder, and the bullet will be fired from the barrel.

Though this process sounds complex, it actually takes less than a microsecond.

Especially since Chen Shichun’s sniper rifle is specially modified, a greater power allows for quicker reaction.

With this rifle, Chen Shichun has claimed the lives of no fewer than ten Great Generals of the fourth rank.

So Chen Shichun has always had the feeling that when her finger touches the trigger, she no longer is herself.

Instead, she becomes a deity controlling the life and death of others.

The image of her mentor, lying in her arms and close to death, flashes through her mind.

At that moment, her mentor had half his body shattered by a blow, leaving no time for even basic first aid.

But even in such circumstances, her mentor used her remaining hand to hold Chen Shichun, speaking in a weak yet firm voice.

"Xiao Chen, your talent exceeds mine greatly, and your future achievements are boundless, but remember, have reverence for life at all times, otherwise you will no longer be the master of the gun, but its slave!"

Chen Shichun didn’t quite understand her mentor’s words at the time; it wasn’t until later, after extensive battlefield experiences, that she grasped the meaning.

The moment your hand is on the trigger, someone else’s life is no longer theirs, but held in your hands.

This feeling of controlling life and death easily causes one to lose oneself, to lose reverence for life.

Once this reverence is lost, you gradually become an emotionless killing machine.

Thus, over the years, Chen Shichun has been striving to find her reverence.

For instance, right now.

Her gun muzzle is aimed squarely at that figure.

Thousands of practices have made Chen Shichun confident: no matter how powerful this person is, even if he can react in less than a microsecond, he cannot escape this lethal shot.

In her heart, she silently prays.

All sins, forgiven!

Then her finger gently presses down, pulling the trigger.

Buzz.

With a sound so faint as to be imperceptible, energy gathers, gunpowder ignites, and the bullet bursts from the barrel at an astonishing speed towards the figure.

At such a short distance, the bullet almost immediately closes in.

But the anticipated scene of a shattered skull doesn’t appear.

On the contrary, at that moment, Xue An raises his hand, extends two fingers, attempting to catch the bullet in mid-air.

This is something generally impossible for ordinary strong individuals.

Because the time is too brief, so brief there’s no time to react.

But Xue An did it.

Xue An’s Divine Sense is overwhelmingly powerful, so formidable it can bend the perception of time.

Of course, this doesn’t mean Xue An can alter external time, but he can distort his perception of it.

This way, what is merely fleeting to others stretches significantly for Xue An.

Therefore, Xue An can react in this split second and reach out to block.

However, Xue An’s action was still slightly late.

His hand barely reaches into the air, catching the middle of the bullet between two fingers, but before he can exert force, the bullet slips away like a slippery yellow croaker.

At this point, Chen Shichun also realizes, a cold smile tugging at her lips.

Though Xue An’s interception surprises her greatly, ultimately her skill proves superior.

She waits merely to see Xue An’s head blasted apart.

Yet at this instant, another change occurs.

The bullet aims precisely at Xue An’s brow but is halted three inches from his brow by a monstrous force.

This stoppage occurred without any prior indication, as though an invisible colossal hand pressed a pause button.

Though the bullet stopped, its immense kinetic energy didn’t disappear.

Under inertia, the bullet folds inch by inch from the lead, ultimately compressed into a disk.

This scene freezes the smile on Chen Shichun’s face.

She hasn’t even discerned what truly happened, rendering the shot ineffective.

The ensuing enormous fear breaks her out of her concealed state.

But she doesn’t flee.

For she understands that for an existence that can easily counter her attack, any escape attempt is foolish.

Indeed.

At this moment, Xue An slowly lifts his gaze, looking towards Chen Shichun.

Even through the mist, Chen Shichun finds herself astounded by the brilliant splendor in those eyes.

It’s a light capable of scorching one’s soul.

But the next instant, a gentle voice like jade resonates from behind her, "Your shooting is good!"