Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 295: His Invincible Gun

Liu Yibai glanced at Ye An, not daring to argue with someone whose status and strength far exceeded his own. But whenever the topic turned to his father, anger involuntarily surged in his heart.

This made him couldn't help but say lightly, "Better be that way!"

Ye An didn't argue either, glanced at the time, and said, "Let's go."

Inside the micro-spacecraft heading towards the arena, silence filled the air, each person lost in their own thoughts.

Xu Zhiye saw Lin Yue, whose face was filled with anticipation and nervousness, and noticed Liu Yibai, who kept his head down in silence. Finally, he shifted his gaze to Ye An.

It seemed he recognized Liu Yibai's father. However, just as he was about to ask, Ye An suddenly spoke up, "Tell me about Mr. Liu."

At these words, Liu Yibai, who had been keeping his head down, unexpectedly looked up, a look of eagerness on his face.

Pointing at him, Ye An said, "You tell us."

Liu Yibai hurriedly said, "About his marksmanship, or about him as a person?"

"His marksmanship."

"His gun... is invincible!"

"You're saying that like it means nothing," Ye An quipped.

"No, you don't understand," Liu Yibai hurriedly explained, "There are many styles of marksmanship—three attacking routes, three defending routes, primary offense, primary defense, short grip, full grip—each route is extremely profound!"

"But Mr. Liu masters them all!"

"Do you understand what kind of concept this is?"

"If he grips with his backhand or the middle of the pole, no one can approach within three feet of him!"

"If he grips with a full pole, his attack range extends up to seven feet!"

"He handles heavy guns, fast guns, sweeping guns, short spears, long spears—all powered from the waist, his strength flows like a single line, naturally perfect!"

"When you watch him use the gun, you'd think the gun is an extension of his hands, a part of his body!"

Ye An chuckled, "Unity of man and gun?"

"It's more than that," Liu Yibai shook his head, full of reverence.

"Why do you know Mr. Liu?" Ye An asked again, his gaze sweeping past Lin Yue.

Lin Yue's expression remained unchanged, seemingly unrelated.

Liu Yibai said, "Because Brother Xu enjoys watching him, I've been watching with him every day. The more I watch Liu Xian's battle videos, the more terrifying I find it."

"Especially as my realm has grown higher and my understanding of martial arts has deepened, I realize how unfathomable he is."

Liu Yibai got carried away talking about himself and sighed, "Moreover, most of his videos were left when I was around this age."

"When I was young, I thought that by the time I was eighteen, I could be as powerful as him."

"At fifteen, I thought I could at least be seventy percent as good."

"At seventeen, I thought five percent would be good enough."

"Now I realize I don't even have three percent."

Suddenly, Ye An said, "Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like Mr. Liu?"

"Me?" Liu Yibai smiled lightly, subconsciously adjusting his hair and said, "Brother Xu also said that."

Looking at the rearview mirror, he said, "My eyebrows and eyes are softer than Liu Xian's, without his sharpness. My cheeks are also rounder, not as distinct as his."

"The nose is somewhat similar."

The more he said, the more embarrassed he became, chuckling and waving his hand, "No, not at all."

Xu Zhiye glanced at him and said, "You're quite something."

Ye An then asked, "What kind of person is Mr. Liu?"

"I've only heard that Mr. Liu is a good person," Liu Yibai said seriously, "He believes good people will have good rewards."

"I believe that."

Ye An retorted, "But he's disappeared now, and you still believe?"

"I do," Liu Yibai nodded.

His gaze had been on Ye An the whole time, recalling the combat videos he had watched with Brother Xu over the years.

He didn't notice that his mother's eyes had grown even gentler, a smile gradually forming.

A few minutes passed.

The vehicle landed.

"We're here!"

Ye An opened the door, his gaze involuntarily looking sideways.

Another low-flying spacecraft landed simultaneously with him.

Because of the one-way mirror, he couldn't see the picture behind the glass.

But he greeted the other side with a smile and silently said, "I'll keep the White Ghost Emperor occupied, leaving the stage to you."

With that, he walked towards the player's channel.

Behind him, Xu Zhiye and others followed.

They, as humans, dared not sit in the audience seats, fearing a gang beating.

They chose to squat in a corner at the end of the player's channel, but this gave them a better view.

In the channel, Liu Yibai kept his head down, looking at the star platform in his hand.

He wasn't wearing earphones; the video sound was playing out loud.

"100% of Ye An's fourth-round support is Mr. Liu. I have three pieces of evidence."

Walking beside Liu Yibai, Xu Zhiye couldn't help but frown and said, "What nonsense are you watching?"

Liu Yibai hurriedly said, "Brother Xu, this person's analysis is quite reasonable."

"Bullshit, can someone in their forties participate in the competition?" Xu Zhiye asked back.

"What if?" Liu Yibai kept his head down, somewhat stubborn.

Then he added seriously, "Miracles happen in the human world."

Xu Zhiye looked at Liu Yibai's increasingly determined eyes and could only sigh and shake his head.

He also hoped that person was Mr. Liu.

It's just that the possibility is too small.

While thinking about this, Ye An had already crossed the player's channel and stood in the vast arena.

Waiting for the opponent's player to appear.

Xu Zhiye turned on the star platform in silence and opened the video Liu Yibai had just watched, which was currently the most-watched on the human world's interstellar network.

Even the blogger was live broadcasting the fourth round of the Bright Sword Competition.

He was arguing fiercely with the audience in the live room.

Audience: "Stop riding on Mr. Liu's popularity. He may still be alive and has regained his peak strength, but how could he be Ye An's support?"

"Brother, where's your brain? This is a battle with an age limit of eighteen!"

"How old is Mr. Liu now?"

The blogger, however, exclaimed excitedly, "You're still bringing up age! Nowadays, miracles happen in the human world. Patients with terminal illnesses can be cured. Why can't Mr. Liu be eighteen?"

Another bullet screen directly broke through the blogger's defense.

"Now it's fantasy time."

The blogger's voice suddenly lowered, saying to the screen, "Anyway, in a few minutes, Ye An's support will be on stage."

"Then we'll know the truth. I'll keep my promise. If Mr. Liu isn't the support, I'll permanently retire from the network."

Xu Zhiye suddenly couldn't help but send a bullet screen and spent a little money to make the bullet screen eye-catching.

"Why do you believe so much that Mr. Liu is the support?"

The blogger lowered his head and forced a smile, "Because my father and Mr. Liu were comrades-in-arms. I used to go play with Mr. Liu when I was a kid."

"You guys don't understand the charismatic charm of that man."

"I just want to see him standing there!"