Chapter 135: A Deadly Battle Between Guns and Swords (Part 2)
No trigger was needed; the bullet followed the thought. The final "death bullet" flew out of the barrel, transforming into a gray line amidst the erratic rain. The bullet's trajectory was unaffected by the environment, unbending by will. It flew resolutely and persistently, like an endless straight line. This line had only one destination: the wound on Chu Hengkong's right shoulder.
The gray line appeared in the killer's eyes, like a new scar among the countless red ones.
In the past, before he reached the Shendong Realm, he had learned how to deal with bullets.
Catch the projectile at a short distance with your hand.
The rain of bullets is too dense, so the terrain is used to block it.
When you encounter bullets in a fight, use your weapons to cut them off.
He wasn't afraid. He wasn't worried. He could dodge. He could block. The "gun," the invention that terrified martial artists, the invention that completely ended the path of combat, was no different to him than a cold weapon. He wasn't afraid of the age of firearms!
Until the confidence I had always had was shattered by someone's sniper.
The gun had hit him. Bullets are life-snatching weapons. Being shot is a fatal "death" that requires both strength and luck, a glimmer of hope. The common sense of Earth, which he had once disregarded, had been profoundly taught by the man before him. The gray line of death overlapped with the bullet of the past, and a sense of déjà vu washed over him.
I can't block this shot.
Once again, he realized his own limitations. Once again, he realized the danger of bullets. That's why he laughed, that's why he was excited, and that's why he swung his sword amidst a chill that seeped into his bones. Flesh and blood alone can't overcome all difficulties, and thus, weapons and skills were born. Shax's weapon was his bullet, and Chu Hengkong's skill was his sword!
The blade swirled, the long sword slashed down, its trajectory graceful as a flying bird. No longer a sudden, one-way attack, but a righteous sword that returned with double the force. It was too intense, too intense, like the will to force life out of one's soul, galloping across steel, making the long sword clang like a roar in blood.
The third secret teaching from Ji Qiufeng was activated at this moment, and Chu Hengkong unleashed his full strength. The bird of sword light, draped in blood-red wings, flew towards the gray line of certain destruction, so wildly and so proudly, as if to transcend the ultimate death!
Shax's Death Bullet is a special bullet composed entirely of self-element. The so-called self-element is the embodiment of the user's own spiritual side, and its power comes from the user's self.
The essence of the Brilliant Heavenly Blessing Blood Spear is a weapon that transforms the gunner's experience into strength. It is because they have experienced anxiety and hatred that the ammunition they blend possesses strength. It is because they have personally experienced the despair of death that they can fire this experience as ammunition of certain destruction.
This unique experience created a power that could not be possessed by a lower-level point. Relics and magical powers within the same range were almost impossible to defeat it. Therefore, Chu Hengkong chose to attack with attack. His bloody spirit was a magnificent vitality. He used his life, burned to the extreme, to fight against the enemy's death!
Life and death collided, the future battled the past. A fleeting encounter, a clash that seemed to freeze even time. With the bloody will of a secret, condensed spirit, he slashed through the death with an unstoppable drive for life. A blood-red bird vanished into the sky, a gray streak sweeping across the earth like the wind.
Simultaneously, both sides suffered their most horrific injuries yet. Shax's body was grazed by the blade of willpower, and he screamed in a hellish scorching heat comparable to the terrifying heat of Sephiroth 3 Pure Fire. Chu Hengkong bled in silence from all seven orifices. The shattered half of the bullet pierced his right side, bringing an incomparably cruel "death."
Blood rotted, flesh dissolved, even the hardest bones nearly turned to scorched yellow. Flesh and internal organs fell from the wound, and half of his body was practically reduced to skeletal remains. But he was still alive, struggling with an immense willpower, because he had shattered the bullet. He had not lost!
Simultaneously, both sides plummeted to the ground. Their bodies, strengthened immeasurably by the transformation, emitted a cacophony of strain as they reached their limit in this ordinary fall. They were about to give out, having already reached their limit. The heavy wounds made their flesh groan, yet the spirit of the strong roared in despair.
The men stood up, their postures ugly and fragile, vulnerable to the point of being vulnerable. They pressed forward amidst the dripping blood, their bodies supported by pure fighting spirit. Piercing through the dust, they spotted the enemy. Shax held a pistol in one hand and a strangely shaped gun barrel in the other, while Chu Hengkong held a knife that was about to shatter.
They screamed and rushed forward, arms raised. Hastily loaded bullets were cut off by the blade, and through the dust, the blood-red blade light shone into the eyes. Everything was like that rainy night, as cold as the nightmare that haunted every night. Shax felt like he was back in his dream again, and this time he could finally let go of his obsession and accept his defeat.
no way.
no way! !
Where did this strength come from? Was it the rage of a dying soul? The sniper raised the barrel of his rifle. The barrel was extremely long, with a white blade at the front. His own blood flowed through the gun, and the blade made a bloodthirsty clang.
The Blood Holy Lance's final transformation: a javelin transformed from the disintegrated spear body. He threw the final weapon, and the spear blade shot out like light, shattering the killer's sword light!
"——I defeated Chu Hengkong!!"
Screaming and roaring, using all his weapons, the unarmed man rushed towards the enemy. The greatest fear of his life.
"I am better than your sword!!"
The overloaded long sword shattered due to the impact of the strange blade, and only the bare handle was left in the right hand.
I really need a good weapon. If there is a better sword, a relic weapon with a history...
The idea is so shameful.
How can I find a reason?
There is no such thing as a completely prepared battle. Life and death are always in your own hands.
Sighing and smiling, Chu Hengkong let go of the knife handle. Supporting his shaky will, he took out his last hand.
Blood shot up into the sky and the men lay still in a pool of blood.
"Yes, you did. Your gun didn't lose."
"My gun, too."
He stood up and retracted his "weapon." His left arm, which hadn't moved since the moment Iai was activated, transformed into a silver, swift spear the moment the dust settled.
Heavenly Spear.
Was it regret? Reluctance? Relief? The sniper lay in a pool of blood, his expression unseen. Chu Hengkong sat down against a rubble, gazing up at the clear sky. The scar in his pupil faded and resurfaced, like a blood-red bird still lingering in its wake, leaving a faint mark.
I wanted to smoke a cigarette after a long time, but unfortunately I quit.
The Qi of a Thousand Autumns was lifted; even a second longer would have been enough for him to hold on. Chu Hengkong leaned against the gravel, breathing slowly. The stone monster's gravel fell from his wounds, resembling dust as his magic power was depleted. His internal organs healed, new flesh and blood grew, and his bones turned pure white, only to return to a dark yellow under the erosion of death.
Now he was forced to use all his strength in the Immortality Technique. His body felt like the border between life and death, the forces of both sides engaged in a tug-of-war, determined to determine this man's fate. Under such intense pain, he was almost unable to control the Immortal Machine. Silver steel insects crawled before his eyes, as if their needle-like limbs were about to pierce his bones.
Fortunately, the tentacles were still able to move. He rolled up the medicine bottle and poured a few Fulidan pills into his mouth. He held on until the drug's effects spread. The silver steel worm illusion faded. Better. Much better.
This action nearly drained Chu Hengkong of consciousness. He felt as if he had been injected with ten sedatives. The sky and the earth became erratic. Perhaps a minute passed. Perhaps ten minutes. He heard the sound of a sniper.
"Get started..."
"I have something else to ask you." The killer said calmly, "Reliving life again is a rare thing. It's not worth it."
He held no hatred for Shaxx. In the avalanche that had destroyed his family, he had been merely the initial snowflake. Snowflakes knew nothing of future events; they simply went about their ordinary business, drifting with the wind, seeking out similar opponents to decide the outcome before the sun melted them. And the mastermind behind the avalanche had long since been killed by his own hands.
But is that so? If the living can come to the Shendong Realm, then the dead can also...
It turns out that the dead can be resurrected.
"Hahaha."
The killer laughed, an inexplicable longing wafting through his heart like cotton wool in a spring breeze, brightening the sky. By then, half of his arm had grown back, and he had finally regained some strength. He pulled out his communication artifact and waited for Ji Huaisu to answer.
Even he himself admires himself for being able to remain conscious even after being beaten like this. This time he may have to ask his partner to carry him back.
"Captain, give me a hand."
No response.
He was silent for a moment, then struggled to stand. His legs wouldn't obey him. He switched to Vander. Qingye. Gulbo. No response. Only a rustling sound filled his ears. The communication failed to get through, like a telephone with a jammed signal, the communication was being disrupted by some force. The white gun fell into his hand, and he pushed himself up with all his might, moving his broken limbs.
“Ah. Ah…”
A stooped figure emerged from the fading dust. It was an old man, an ordinary, harmless citizen you'd see anywhere. He held a musket in his hand, the muzzle pointed at his own head.
Bang!
The bullet pierced the skull, sending red and white sprays of blood scattering like fireworks. The tattered head spun around and fell to the ground, revealing half a blood-stained talisman at the broken neck.
"——Talisman opens, blood turns into seal."
The magician's smile emanated from the corpse, the talisman's power unleashed by the ritual. The innocent victim's corpse suddenly exploded, a red light far exceeding the total amount of blood in it gushing out, forming thousands of bloody barriers that formed a prison.
Chu Hengkong's heartbeat quickened unnaturally, almost beyond his control. He violently vomited blood. In his fragmented vision, the steel worm transformed from the Immortal Machine reappeared, its iron limbs piercing his bones.
His body lost control. The talisman broke the balance, and at its weakest moment, the Immortal Machine launched a counterattack, and he had no strength to fight!
(End of this chapter)
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