Just as the throwing knife was about to hit the bullets, although nothing had come in contact with it, the blade suddenly and bizarrely cracked into seven or eight iron pieces. By cracking in midair, the trajectory of those fragments slightly changed but still flew towards Sun Ze at an incredibly high speed, while his bullet naturally hit empty air.

“No.” Sun Ze’s face suddenly turned ashen.

At first, he and Teng Qingshan were less than ten meters apart, and when Teng Qingshan threw his throwing knife, Sun Ze instantly shot at it. The moment the knife broke up into fragments, it was only about two meters away from Sun Ze.

At a distance of two meters and with the high speed of the incoming fragments, the fragments required only a short moment to reach Sun Ze. Just when Sun Ze’s mind started to react, the flying debris had already arrived before his eyes.

“Poof! Poof! Poof!”

Three flying fragments from the throwing knife directly penetrated Sun Ze’s face and pierced through his skull.