When the gun fired, Xiang Shan felt a sense of relief.
It was like suddenly being struck with inspiration after being stuck on a paper or code for ages, or the moment the back of one's head touches the pillow after working for thirty consecutive hours.
Xiang Shan took another look at the brain that had been utterly destroyed by the bullet, its tissue now evenly scattered across the ground. Though it looked a bit gruesome, the process really didn't involve any unnecessary pain. Xiang Shan adjusted his Prosthetic Eye to observe these tissues for dozens of seconds.
The cells were dying quite normally, and aside from a few fragments of artificial organs, it was all the typical glial cells and neurons. It seemed that the glial cells had undergone a secondary modification to allow the Martial Artist's brain to withstand higher acceleration. But there was no high-tech component to speak of.
Xiang Shan breathed a sigh of relief.