Chapter 245 - 232 Gunfighting Skill
In this world, there’s no such thing as absolute fairness, only absolute unfairness.
Just like with innate talent—some are one in a hundred, some one in a thousand, there are those one in ten thousand, and even those one in a hundred million or several billion, the peerless geniuses.
Take sports for example, for a more intuitive comparison. If all six billion people on Earth raced in a one hundred meters dash, the fastest would still be Bolt. And in a more skill-based and oppositional sport, there’s only one Jordan among billions of humans.
Ultimately, there is such an existence at the pinnacle of humanity, whose purpose is to defeat everyone, to best all humankind, to be number one in a certain field.
In terms of physical qualities, Gao Yi was already a once-in-ten-thousand-years martial arts prodigy. Intellectually, his brain seemed designed for martial arts training. Then there were the educational resources not easily accessible to ordinary people; he was the heir of the most powerful martial arts family and, in an age when martial arts were fading, he inherited the secret techniques of several other great houses, bestowing upon him treasures that others would hide away.
So now, boasting about martial arts, Gao Yi could proudly claim he was the best in the world.
If anyone were to challenge Gao Yi in martial arts, then he would be unequivocally considered the best in the world, because no one could beat him.
That’s how confident he was, how domineering—unrivaled under heaven.
But if it came to using guns, I’m sorry, that’s a different domain.
Just as Bolt playing basketball is like Jordan running the hundred meters; they’d immediately go from being invincible to merely background figures to the real invincible ones.