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Chapter 141: 141: The Glory Bullet (One More to Celebrate the Alliance Leader Chasing Dreams)

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Glory Bullet (One More to Celebrate the Alliance Leader Chasing Dreams)

The Black-faced Martial Master was only at the beginner level, but Lang Zhen’s chosen White-faced Martial Master was the only high-rank among the four.

The Deng Family Brothers weren’t trying to play tricks; it was just that the four martial masters arrived too quickly. Two had similar complexions, and of the remaining two, one was darker and one was paler. Since Lone Wolf had chosen the one with the white face, they went for the opposite and chose the black face, to save time.

This also implicitly showed how fiercely the four martial masters had barged in, leaving no time for the defenders to meticulously seek out their opponents’ characteristics; they could only pick the most obvious features to assign their adversaries.

Lang Zhen had chosen the toughest opponent, and this was the moment for him to demonstrate his loyalty, so he naturally seized this rare opportunity.

With only one arm, he steadied the heavy crossbow he got from Feng Jun, holding it firmly without hurrying to fire.

The high-rank martial master was also quite capable; seeing that his adversary had a crossbow aimed at him, he advanced in a serpentine pattern from left to right, although his speed hardly decreased much.

Lang Zhen wasn’t in a rush either; he just held the crossbow emotionlessly. Despite having withdrawn from the world for many years, the mentality he had developed while at the Escort Bureau kept him absolutely calm.

It wasn’t until the high-rank martial master was more than two hundred meters from the group that he let out a mild shout and flicked his hand, sending out a white flash, “See my throwing knife!”

At his level of cultivation, he seldom used hidden weapons. However, since his adversary had a crossbowman targeting him, he certainly wanted to eliminate this threat first.

In reality, what he launched wasn’t a knife, but a boomerang, a skill he had honed as a martial artist and had often used when he was at the beginner or intermediate level. It was a particularly sneaky weapon.

Boomerangs were tough to practice with since they curve after being thrown and can even fly back.

His plan was, assuming the crossbowman was also a martial artist and upon hearing that it was a flying knife, would surely dodge. As long as the crossbowman dodged, he’d be unable to shoot in haste, which would give him time to attack and kill the opponent.

Of course, if the boomerang could curve into the path where his adversary dodged, seriously injuring or killing him, that would be even better. However, even he himself thought the likelihood of that happening was… rather slim.

However, the next moment, he was shocked to find that the disabled crossbowman facing his boomerang didn’t move an inch!

Come on, you’re a distinguished martial artist, the famous Lone Wolf; you couldn’t possibly not know how to dodge a throwing knife, right?

Did Lang Zhen not know how to dodge a throwing knife? He had seen too many hidden weapons and also played with sleeve arrows.

Right when his opponent made a move, he instantly determined from the flick of the wrist that the white flash was definitely not a throwing knife.

It was more likely a boomerang or a Spinning Wheel Flyer!

If it was either of these, he had no need to dodge at all, but if it had been an actual knife, he really would have had to—confronting a flying knife thrown by a high-rank martial master wasn’t an option for him due to the disparity in their cultivation levels.

Therefore, Minister Luo not only failed to see his adversary dodge, but instead saw him crouch down, firmly pulling the trigger of the crossbow.

For Lang Zhen, the slight hesitation in his opponent’s posture as he threw the weapon was actually a good opportunity to act.

The high-rank martial master tried to dodge the arrow, but he didn’t expect the arrow to be so fast, reaching him almost instantly,

“Get lost!” he shouted, raising his fist and pounding hard on the incoming arrow.

He wore a glove on his left hand, made from a blend of Heavenly Silkworm Silk and Purple Gold Thread, which was soft yet sturdy. Ordinary swords could not harm it, and it was part of his combat equipment, mainly for defense.

As expected, the all-steel arrow was deflected by his punch without even piercing his guard.

“Kid, you’ve enraged me!” the high-rank martial master snorted coldly, suddenly accelerating and lunging towards Lang Zhen.

In that moment, he didn’t even bother with the one with the short hair—a person who dared to shoot an arrow at him must die!

His movement was so quick that Lang Zhen had no chance for a second shot.

However, Lone Wolf sneered coldly, casually tossing aside the crossbow in his hand and scraping the ground with one hand, he grabbed another crossbow arrow, not bothering to aim but simply pulling the trigger.

In fact, the high-rank martial master had already rushed to about forty meters away, close enough to find his target without aiming.

This time he was caught completely off guard— he had never expected his opponent to have a second crossbow.

In this moment, facing such a powerful crossbow, he had no place to escape!

He managed to raise his hand and barely touched the tail of the arrow, but failed to grasp it. The all-steel arrow drove deep into his chest.

However, this ferocious arrow only left a small hole on the garment over his chest.

It turned out he wore a Gold Thread Soft Armor beneath his coat, protecting his vital areas around his chest and abdomen. Not to mention an arrow driven merely by mechanical energy, even a weapon infused with Inner Qi would not easily harm him.

The kinetic energy of an arrow is actually quite limited; it is only because the point of force is concentrated that it can cause significant injury.

Thus, without any hesitation, he rushed like an arrow towards Lang Zhen, letting out a roar, “Prepare to die!”

Nevertheless, Lone Wolf was not intimidated by his opponent’s momentum. After shooting the arrow, he tossed the second crossbow to the ground and raised his hand to fire two sleeve arrows.

This time, the high-rank martial master became passive. He really didn’t take the two sleeve arrows seriously, but at that moment, he was charging at an incredible speed. If he didn’t avoid them, it would be akin to accelerating the momentum for his opponent’s sleeve arrows.

The birds in the sky can even crash planes; what more of weapons used for sneak attacks?

Without a doubt, he pointed his toes forward, darted to the side, avoiding an arrow and raised his hand to swat another.

However, what he didn’t expect was that, under his slap, this sleeve arrow burst with a light pop, turning into a cloud of white powder, exploding outwards.

“Poison!” That was his first thought, and he had no choice but to make a hasty retreat.

Only at this moment did Lang Zhen barely dodge a boomerang that attacked from behind.

All these events might seem long-winded, but in reality, they happened in just a few breaths, fast as lightning, too quick for the eye to follow.

Meanwhile, Feng Jun was facing two martial masters who had only just run up to about a hundred meters near him.

Without thinking, Feng Jun raised his gun and shot at one of them, then swiveled the barrel and pulled the trigger again.

The second, upon seeing this, instantly froze, “Damn, is that… something that can fire continuously?”

In this world, there were actually crossbows capable of continuous fire, known as the Divine Martial Repeating Crossbow, exclusively used by the military, with ordinary powers forbidden to own it, else they would be violating national laws.

Even so, a Divine Martial Repeating Crossbow involved multiple crossbow strings and a massive crossbow bolt box, filled with arrows to achieve the continuous fire, requiring an enormous amount of space.

If the other party’s tiny iron tube, paired with a wooden buttstock, could achieve continuous fire—damn it, are you kidding me?

Yet, whether he believed it or not, while everything could be faked, the incoming bullets couldn’t.

He was one of the four martial masters, and one of the only two at the initial stage. Suddenly faced with such an attack, he barely had time to react before a bullet hit his chest, spurting out a burst of blood.

The moment Feng Jun made his hit, he didn’t stay still, firing two consecutive shots and directly knocking the man to the ground.

Then he turned the gun barrel, once again facing the guy who had blocked a bullet.

This person was an intermediate level martial master, who, upon seeing the gun turned towards him, flashed rapidly, slashed out with his hand, and somehow managed to block the bullet with sheer force, truly an impressive feat.

But such a slash also consumed his inner qi, and he had to adjust slightly before charging forward.

Yet, in just that brief adjustment, his comrade had already fallen into a pool of blood. Upon seeing this, he couldn’t help but be shocked, “Not only does this weapon fire continuously, but it’s also so fast?”

However, at this moment, he had already charged to within seventy to eighty meters of Feng Jun. Even if he wanted to retreat, it was no longer possible—the other party would definitely shoot him full of holes the moment he turned around.

Thus, he simply hardened his heart, pulled out another short knife and, with a long and short knife in hand, unleashed a flurry of slashes that formed a blinding net of light in front of him in an attempt to block Feng Jun’s bullets.

He had just blocked a bullet and felt its power was mediocre, believing he could completely block it.

“Huh?” Feng Jun was skeptical, he raised his hand and fired off two more double-shots.

Whether it was his bad luck or the other’s good fortune, all four bullets were actually blocked.

Yet, since he had unleashed such a dense sword technique and also had to withstand the impact of the bullets, his movements naturally slowed down. After Feng Jun fired two double-shots, the martial master had only advanced about ten meters.

Sixty meters was already close enough for Feng Jun. Without a second thought, he pulled out a hand grenade and threw it.

The hand grenades Fatty Xu begged and pleaded for were varied, resulting in Feng Jun using different types of grenades.

Like the one he just threw, it had a frighteningly short detonation time of just one second.

This type of grenade wasn’t really meant for attacking enemies; it was infamously known from a self-defense counterattack war in the last century. Strictly speaking, it was used by soldiers at their wits’ end to avoid capture and kill themselves, nicknamed “glory bullet.”

Feng Jun threw the grenade with a swing, and just as it neared the martial master’s blade shield, it exploded with a bang.

No matter how tight the intermediate level martial master’s sword technique was, it couldn’t block the dense fragments of the grenade. In fact, the shockwave from the explosion alone was enough to do him in.

He let out a miserable scream and was sent flying backward.

Seeing this, another initial-stage martial master charging towards the Deng Family Brothers stopped in his tracks—his foe was just too fierce, defeating two martial masters in the blink of an eye.

And that explosion, in particular, filled him with dread: damn, was that… Thunder Technique?

He had no interest in provoking anyone who could wield Immortal Technique—not offending an Immortal had severe consequences.

Just then, a roar came from behind him, “Boy… give me your life!”

Minister Luo, the Innate Expert, finally lost his patience.

(A friendly recommendation of my friend Huan Yu’s new book “Culinary Immortal Path.” The author of “Hundred Refinements to Immortality,” known for a relaxed and humorous, witty comedic style. This chapter is an additional release to celebrate the league leader Dream Pursuer LOVE Flat’s call for monthly tickets.)