In his previous life, he was humanity's last sharpshooter. He shot through an Emperor-rank aberrant beast, only to get stabbed in the kidneys by his brother!
Reborn in the body of a scrawny twelve-year-old, he's lost his eight-pack abs, and his peerless gun has become a rusty hunk of junk? Su Xingchen stares at his frail little body, one gust of wind away from toppling over, and cries out to the heavens in despair:
“With a body like this, I can't even scare anyone into paying protection money!”
Fortunately, his soul is still that shameless, top-tier master of the gun!
When the slum bullies kick down his door to collect a “cleaning fee”...
Su Xingchen whips out his rusty heirloom gun and slaps on a handwritten ad: “Fire-sale price, 999! Buy a gun and get a free copy of Three Years of Body Tempering, Five Years of Practice Tests!”
When the black-market boss hunts him down for his life...
He dodges and shouts, “Bro! Nice blade. Does Pinduoduo ship it free? Give me five stars!”
When he practices the ultimate technique, the Nine Revolutions Star Body...
“Pfft!” Old Wang next door slams a fist into the wall. “Su Xingchen! Are you making quantum poison gas bombs in there?!”
On the surface, he's a pint-sized wisecracking comedian who's invincible with words. Inside, he's a cold-blooded god of slaughter who can spear the Eight Directions with his gun!
In this life, his left hand pulls off ridiculous stunts that crack everyone up, while his right hand uses the Sky-Piercing Spear to pierce the apocalypse!
His little sister can see the future: “Big brother, the Black Snake is going to eat the sun!” He grins. “Don't worry. I'll take you out for some grilled snake skewers!”
The mysterious Three-Eyed Crows organization is plotting something deadly? Su Xingchen points his gun at them. “Protection money? No, this time I'm taking your camouflage!”
