The Fungus-Boar drawing his gun and his ferocious gaze played out in slow motion before Jingyi's eyes. Countless grueling repetitions of drills on the training grounds—grip, raise, aim, squeeze—transformed in an instant into fragments of pure muscle memory! Fear, tremors, physical frailty—at that moment, all of it was completely crushed by a surging, overwhelming torrent! It was the blazing conviction of protecting the Spark of Civilization, the ironclad resolve to protect Limeng, Keqing, the children in the archives, and everyone and everything she cared about! They turned into scorching magma that instantly shattered every dam of hesitation!
Survive! Protect it all!
No thought, no time to aim! The instant the Fungus-Boar's fingers brushed against the gun butt, Jingyi mustered every ounce of her strength. Operating almost on sheer instinct, she pulled out from her pouch the heavy chunk of iron she could barely hold—a 9mm pistol! The cold touch of the metal carried the terrifying weight of death, but her slender fingers erupted with unbelievable strength as she gripped the handle. Her elbows instinctively tucked inward slightly, using her entire body to absorb the massive, unfamiliar recoil. The barrel rose, a dark, hollow bore pointing straight at the lunging shadow.
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