CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 12: ZEN ARCHERY (PART 2)

This combat specialization requires long-term training.

That Shawn mastered it so quickly, the only explanation is that his spirituality is unusually active, mobilizing spirituality is almost as simple and easy as moving his eyes and fingers.

Shawn seems to have found the feeling.

He signaled Hank to step back a bit, and then two Invisible Hands extended out, with four guns simultaneously aiming at the targets ahead.

Hank was stunned for a moment, ready to watch Shawn’s next performance.

Bang bang bang!

A burst of dense gunfire echoed in the shooting range, and whether it was a moving target or a fixed one, they were all engulfed in the dense gunfire. The targets were hit by bullets one after another, as if in a storm of fury. By the time Shawn emptied his bullets, almost no targets survived.

"This talent is truly monstrous!" Hank wiped off a cold sweat.

Although not as precise as him, the powerful firepower completely suppressed him, making him not dare to show his head.

He felt like being gang-beaten if he faced Shawn.

"Hmm? Why is my hit rate lower?" Shawn quickly noticed something amiss.

His own hit rate was low, unable to always hit the head.

But the two Invisible Hands had high hit rates, almost always hitting the head, even capable of hitting right between the eyes.

"Is it because there’s no recoil?" Shawn hesitated.

The hit rate when the Invisible Hands fired was much higher than his own, comparatively, his own firing was unsatisfactory, with a low probability of headshots.

This firepower is not strong enough.

Once Shawn fully digests the first stage of Extraordinary Essence, at Extraordinary Level 5, he can have one more Invisible Hand.

——Zen Archery.

This peculiar combat specialization has almost elevated Shawn’s combat power significantly; although he is not yet a sharpshooter, his hit rate is higher than many veteran soldiers who handle guns for years.

"Follow me."

Hank signaled outside: "Regular bullets can be applied for from the logistics department."

"Each investigator has a quota of special bullets."

"You haven’t gone to claim yours yet, have you?"

There’s such a benefit?

When Shawn reported that day, Hank seemed to be on vacation, so he really wasn’t aware of this.

"The Night Watchers and investigators are two systems, we have our own logistics department."

Hank walked in front to lead the way, said: "Each special bullet must be reported, be mindful when using them."

He led Shawn around several corners, finally entering a building with all its windows sealed.

This place seems a bit off.

Shawn noticed mysterious rune engravings on the door frame, windows, and floor, the lighting here was also quite dim, with a bone-piercing chill permeating the air.

"Hank?"

A figure appeared in the darkness, resembling a woman in her thirties, dressed in a blacksmith-like apron, holding a black clamp with dark red strange patterns. In front of her were various forging tools, complete with everything from anvils to lathes. She was clamping a bullet with her tongs; its casing was deep black, of unknown metal, and hand-carved runes on its surface exuded an obscure aura of mysterious knowledge.

"Chase-Rog. Alchemy Path. We like to call her the Blacksmith." Hank introduced: "Sean. Just joined as a High Tier Investigator in Dorne City."

An Alchemist?

Shawn curiously examined her, she was robust, with muscular arms, her appearance was hard to discern amid the soot on her face, exuding a mysterious knowledge aura, also a Transcendent of the Casting Path. But the casting ability of Alchemists couldn’t compare to Wizards, as their Primitive Magic Power was more scarce.

"Hello." She raised her hand, indicating it was covered in dirt.

She signaled to Hank beside her, then Hank guided Shawn to a corner where they could sit.

Not far away.

Chase took out a file, beginning to meticulously polish the bullet in her hand, weak sparks flickered in the dark, she carved mysterious rune marks on the exceedingly hard bullet casing.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Finally completing the last mysterious rune mark, Chase put down her tools, tossed a bullet roughly of 7.62 size to Hank, turned to wipe sweat and dirt with a towel, and said cheerfully: "How does it look?"

"It took three days to make."

Hank reached out to catch the bullet, sniffed it, and with surprised eyes, asked: "What material did you add?"

Chase took off her dirty apron and said: "Guess?"

Hank couldn’t guess.

He handed it to Shawn beside him: "Take a look?"

The bullet was a bit hot.

This was a purely handcrafted bullet, with complicated rune engravings on its surface, but these weren’t important, what mattered was inside the bullet, where Shawn sensed the aura of an Extraordinary Relic.

Extraordinary Essence was infused within the bullet.

"Path of Flesh and Blood." Shawn gently moved from the confusion, witnessed flesh-like marks emerge on the bullet, sensed it with closed eyes, and slowly said: "There’s a very violent emotion."

Chase appeared slightly surprised, the gaze she directed at Shawn touched by a thoughtful expression: "Are you the one with the rumored incredible inspiration?"

Could there be rumors about me at the Night Watch Headquarters?

Shawn was somewhat surprised too.

Chase seemed quite interested in Shawn, sat down next to him and said: "Made with Extraordinary Relics left by the out-of-control. Due to severe contamination, Extraordinary Essence can’t be recovered."