Pop!
A flicker of the Spiritual Blade trembled insignificantly for a moment, and then...
Boom!
A gun barrel flew with a whoosh from Ji Jue's hand, smashing against the wall, clattering loudly before falling to the ground, forming a small mountain with the other discarded barrels.
"Damn it—"
Ji Jue's face was ashen, he took deep breaths, restrained the urge to curse, tugged at his hair, gasping, looking left and right, but couldn't find an outlet for his frustration.
Little Ox and Horse had already caught the scent and fled, not daring to show their faces.
He could only vent his frustration at Yan Fei.
After venting and finishing the homework, he gave him a super bonus, but his fundamentals were a mess, go back and practice more!
Thus, he felt a bit better.
Turning back, looking at the gun barrels coming off the lathe, he couldn't help but be haunted again.
Fundamentals, why is it always fundamentals?
And why are his own fundamentals also in such a shamble?!
