Suddenly, there was complete silence.
Everyone nearby displayed expressions of disbelief, and the mercenaries were utterly stunned. Some of them had hunted Flying Dragons before, but it was always at a great cost, requiring much effort to kill one. They never imagined someone could kill a Flying Dragon so easily, the kind of thing only legendary figures could accomplish—figures typically found in bard stories about heroes.
"Magic weapon!"
"It must be a magic spear!" someone whispered.
No.
This is the power of science.
Su Ziyu didn't offer any explanation. He put away the BTL82M Anti-Material Sniper Rifle and leapt down from the rooftop. In the spot where the Flying Dragon fell was a large pool of blood. Many people, once they recovered, rushed over to see it. As for the mercenaries, they cast respectful gazes toward Su Ziyu, occasionally glancing at the Anti-Material Sniper Rifle on his back.
Limited by the constraints of the era, they believed this was a powerful magic spear.
