There was a sudden change in the weather. The dark clouds swept over thousands of miles away. The cold wind constantly blew between the clouds, sending the bright moon away so as not to witness the bloody scene on the ground.
Trent moved!
Having recovered his cultivation Level-7 of Internal Force Realm, he was no longer an ordinary person who relied on his strong combat skills to kill the enemy in the abandoned factory. His punch could kill five cows, and his speed had already broken through the limit of a normal person.
He moved. Before the bodyguard at the front could shoot, he had already arrived beside the bodyguard.
He raised his hand, punched out, and grabbed the gun!
"Bang!"
The bodyguard, who was six feet three inches tall, only met Trent for a second before he fainted. What remained was the crashed gun.
"So fast!"
No one saw Trent's movements clearly.
This strange figure made everyone's breathing quicken.