The soldier shuddered, and just as he was about to resume firing, Ye Chen’s figure flickered abruptly, appearing right in front of him. With an effortless motion, he snatched the rifle from the soldier's hands.
Then, before their horrified eyes, the sturdy weapon warped in Ye Chen’s grip, eventually twisted into a lump of scrap metal, and was tossed carelessly to the ground.
Bending a rifle with his bare hands.
Chapter 280