"Yamada-senpai, as a Ninth-Grade Peak Martial Artist whose martial arts are second only to my father, you seem to have grown timid since coming to Yelang today. No matter how formidable this Deposed Prince is, he is nothing more than a sitting duck. How could he possibly be a match for two seniors like you?" The young prince loudly tried to comfort Yamada.
"Indeed! Yamada-kun! No matter how powerful this Deposed Prince's firearms are, they are not faster than the blades in our hands!" Kameda also laughed heartily.
Inside, Yamada cursed bitterly: *What a complete idiot! The firearms from our Fusang fire once per round, sometimes jam, and occasionally even explode in the barrel—eight out of ten times they fail to fire. Of course I'm not afraid of that kind of primitive weapon! But the enemy's weapons fire continuously. Word has it they can slaughter thousands of people in the blink of an eye. The materials used to manufacture their firearms are in a completely different league from those in Fusang.*
Chapter 233