"Can I play with the gun?" Ye Xingchen leaned closer.
Although he possessed considerable strength, this was a battle of modern weaponry, which Ye Xingchen was witnessing for the first time and found quite awe-inspiring.
Liu Xuesong tossed a gun to Ye Xingchen, who skillfully cocked it and laughed, "Let's make a bet. I can take down that machine gunner in the distance with a single burst."
"Which one? The machine gunner on that high ground?" Liu Xuesong looked into the distance, estimated the distance, and then shook his head, saying, "It's unlikely. There are trees in the middle, and the position is tricky. The distance is at least 150 meters. We'll have to use a sniper in this situation."
"If I win, you buy me a drink." Ye Xingchen clicked the safety off and then aimed.
He had handled guns at the military base, though he had never actually fired one. However, his mental strength and perception were above average, something that most people couldn't achieve, but it was a piece of cake for him.
He raised his gun, a standard Type 95, took aim briefly, and fired two shots in a burst.
The mercenary who was frantically firing a heavy machine gun to suppress the enemy trembled and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Amazing!" Liu Xuesong exclaimed excitedly. "I'll remember this meal and treat you to drinks later."
"These guys are pretty strong. I'll handle this and finish this quickly." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and slowly stood up.
"Are you out of your mind?" Wang Jin was taken aback. The two sides were currently engaged in a close-range gunfight, with bullets flying everywhere. What was Ye Xingchen doing standing up like that?
A wisp of white mist rose from Ye Xingchen's body, and then the white mist slowly condensed into golden light.
He activated his protective inner energy to its maximum and smiled slightly: "I'm going to reap their rewards."
With a heavy stomp of his feet on the ground, Ye Xingchen soared into the sky, his defenses ignoring the hail of bullets, and landed in front of one of the pickup trucks like a cannonball.
With a single palm strike, a deafening boom sent the added anti-aircraft machine gun and its wielder flying. With a tremor of his arms, he unleashed his inner energy, letting out a roar that sounded like a dragon's cry.
With that roar, the five or six mercenaries closest to him were thrown into the air, and amidst the hail of bullets, they were instantly blown to smithereens.
At the same time, the machine gunner on the other truck spotted Ye Xingchen and immediately turned his gun towards him.
The bullets struck Ye Xingchen's protective aura, leaving faint white marks.
This 14mm anti-aircraft machine gun is too powerful; Ye Xingchen's protective inner energy won't be able to withstand it for long.
Therefore, the only option now is to act quickly. Ye Xingchen grabbed with his right hand, and Chi Xiao appeared in his hand.
A white sword light suddenly emanated from the three-foot-long blade.
He looked up, raised his sword, and a wisp of white smoke split into three, whistling through the void.
Boom... The pickup truck was split in two, and the machine gun, along with its gunner, was cleaved apart.
"Heavy firepower has been dealt with, charge! Finish the battle quickly!" Liu Xuesong's spirits lifted, and he leaped to his feet.
As he gave the order, the soldiers in the bunkers took turns providing cover and advancing, instantly changing the atmosphere on the field.
Among the five mercenaries in the last car, one blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, seeing the situation was turning against him, gave a hand signal, leading the other four to retreat. They quickly disappeared into the darkness.
With Ye Xingchen's arrival, the battle quickly turned into a one-sided affair, with the mercenaries either dying or fleeing.
Ye Xingchen didn't even have time to enjoy the admiring gazes of these warriors. He had already locked onto the blond foreigner. If nothing unexpected happened, this guy was the leader of this group of mercenaries. He couldn't let him get away.
"Hughton, why did the other side have a powerful Purgatory Warrior?" A short man followed behind the blond foreigner, complaining, "We shouldn't have taken this job. We suffered heavy losses this time, and we didn't even complete the mission. How are you going to explain this to the employer?"
“Those aren’t cultivators, they’re martial artists from China, late-stage martial artists, cultivators.” Hughton said with a grim face, “The price offered by Jinluo City this time is just too high, so we came to give it a try.”
"Heh, are you stupid? Don't you know how strong Jinluo City is? The fact that they're not doing this themselves means it's very dangerous, and you still want to take their mission?" The dwarf was furious.
“It’s not that they don’t want to come, but they have an agreement with China that they cannot set foot in China’s territory. Otherwise, the top leaders of Xuan Yu Pavilion, the most mysterious organization in China, will directly intervene. But this mission is really difficult.” Hughton shouted, “Stop talking nonsense now, run! Running away is the best policy.”
However, a sword light slowly rose up and quickly enveloped the surrounding sky.
The immense sword intent was extremely fierce, transforming into countless streams of light that descended from the sky. Accompanied by screams of agony, five figures instantly fell to the ground.
Of the five mercenaries, four died instantly on the spot, while only the blond-haired Hugh struggled to drag his body forward, inching forward.
Ye Xingchen appeared, walked up to Xiu Dun, and stopped.
"You...who exactly are you?" Hughton had lost an arm and was covered in wounds. Although the sword energy just now did not kill him directly, it had seriously injured him.
"Contact your employer," Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "Who I am is no longer important; your mission has already failed anyway."
Hugh shut his mouth and remained silent, his strong will to survive driving him to continue moving forward with difficulty.
"Do you think there's any point in continuing like this?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, then paused, "Contact your employer, I'll say a few words to him, and then give you a quick death, wouldn't that be better? Even if you manage to live like this, what's the point?"
Hugh struggled to turn over, raised his head, stared intently at Ye Xingchen, and then silently took out his satellite phone and dialed a number.
"Hurdon, how's the situation?" A stern voice came from the phone.
"You're one of the three city lords of Jinluo City, right?" Ye Xingchen answered the phone and said with a smile, "Hello, this is Ye Xingchen."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the microphone, followed by an angry voice: "Ye Jinyu's son, Ye Xingchen?"
“That’s right, it’s me.” Ye Xingchen said leisurely, “Are you Jin Zhihuan?”
"Since you know it's me, why ask so many questions?" Jin Zhihuan said in a deep voice, "Just tell me your conditions. If I can accept them, we can turn hostility into friendship."
"Are you trying to negotiate with me?" Ye Xingchen exclaimed, "Are you serious? You're the lord of Jinluo City, huh? Where's your pride and confidence?"
“Listen, Ye Xingchen, you are indeed very strong. I don’t want to provoke such a powerful enemy as you. I think you are also aware of the strength of our Jinluo City, right?” Jin Zhihuan said in a deep voice, “There is no need for us to suffer mutual destruction.”
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