The soldier's body shivered. Just as he was about to raise his gun and fire again, Ye Chen flashed forward and appeared right in front of him, effortlessly snatching the rifle from his hands.
Under their horrified gazes, the sturdy firearm deformed in Ye Chen's grasp, twisting into a lump of scrap metal that he casually tossed to the ground.
Bending a gun out of shape with his bare hands.
Chapter 280