Chapter 181: Military Equipment Rivalry on Chongming Island

Tense, tense, tense! Exciting, exciting, exciting!

He hurried through the land of Shura.

"I just activated your secret point—Temporal. Even if you don't speak, your body will reveal the location of Hanju City." The lone-armed man's calm voice was utterly terrifying in Shura's ears.

"What?!"

His entire face flushed crimson as he struggled desperately to resist his own body, but the command felt like a supreme, unshakable order etched into his soul—he could only obey, inch by inch, his trembling fingertip pointing toward the distant, hazy line of black shadows.

"Is that it?"

"No no no, I don't know anything! What will happen to me? Wait—hey! I told you to wait!"

Cold sweat poured down his burning red forehead; his eyes bulged wide, as if about to burst from their sockets, desperately pleading with Jia Ji.

"Ugh… yah!"

Shura exploded apart!

Having found the direction, the closer they got to "Han," the stronger the resistance became—their enemies grew better armed, far beyond the level of those they'd faced before.

A large group of men clad in tight-fitting crimson alloy battle suits surged from every corner of the grass and bushes—like demons of the Shura Realm—each scattering, drenched in thick crimson blood.

Swoosh—!!

A faint, piercing whistle cut through the air as a lethal metal bullet shot from a gun barrel, streaking toward the weakest among them—the girl Reina.

It was utterly unexpected; the bullet was about to strike Reina's chest, and in the next instant she would be dead!

Yet in that instant, the Four Brothers of Beidou moved with a speed no ordinary person could react to—only a master of fist arts could perceive—and raised their left hands simultaneously, perfectly synchronized, as if cloned from the same mold.

"You're underestimating us, bastard!"

Four left hands—different in size but all hardened to an extraordinary degree, with prominent knuckles—blocked before Reina, each index and middle finger extended straight.

Tss—!

"Two-Finger Vacuum Grab!" x4

White mist from high-speed friction drifted from Jia Ji's fingers; among the four brothers, he had charged forward fastest—and was the last to pinch the bullet between his fingers.

Reina looked up and saw he had caught a 12. mm armor-piercing round—capable of piercing through nearly all known armor—yet it had been caught so effortlessly by bare flesh.

And… judging by the others' displays, it seemed each of them possessed such godlike power—no wonder they'd sent those three brothers away to train… Beidou Divine Fist, terrifying! Fist Masters, truly terrifying!

"Heh…"

Jia Ji had accidentally pulled off another stunt again; he smirked at his fellow disciples, flipped his palm back and forth, flicked his wrist lightly—and the armor-piercing bullet between his fingers instantly became a jet of pitch-black light, hurled back faster than it had come, with overwhelming force.

Swoosh!

The bullet first struck the grotesquely modified rifle, shattering it instantly, then kept its momentum, blowing apart the armored soldier in a spray of flesh and blood across the ground.

In an instant, the atmosphere fell silent.

But one life was not enough to frighten these brainwashed soldiers—the even more terrifying roar came from ahead.

Taptaptaptaptap—!!

Amid countless roars, a rain of metal bullets, accompanied by relentless gunfire, poured down upon the four brothers—dense, overwhelming, threatening to drown them, riddle them with a thousand holes.

Yet… though they were weaker in firepower, the weakness wasn't in this barrage—the Beidou disciples always had a countermeasure for solid, high-speed projectiles.

They exchanged glances, shared a look—and all understood what came next.

"Two-Finger Vacuum Grab" wasn't just for show!

Their punching speed easily shattered the sound barrier, reaching supersonic velocity—these martial artists, whose bodies were nearly monstrous, began repeating their invincible technique.

A scene that left everyone gaping appeared.

Vast blurs of afterimages flickered and vanished; the next second, every bullet was caught—and with godlike wrist strength, flung straight back along its original path.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh—!!

Every soldier who had fired upon them was now obliterated by their own bullets, returning through air friction nearly incinerated.

The hail of bullets ceased within seconds—but…

Boom!

Blinding, searing light flared suddenly; massive projectiles surged forth, a metallic tide tearing through the sky, launching artillery fire directly at these audacious invaders.

Dozens of heavy tanks and artillery pieces roared at the end of the road, their violent bombardment shaking the very earth.

Dust and shattered soil, rising hundreds of meters into the air, nearly obscured the bright sun above!

The entire region plunged into darkness in an instant—as if black clouds pressed down upon the city!

The sun and moon lost their light!

This commotion was like heaven collapsing and earth splitting—all those who had survived the previous "counterattack storm" fled in panic, while those too slow became streaks of shattered blood mist.

"Wah wah wah, Lao, hold them off for a bit!"

Clearly, these tanks' power was abnormal too!

Jia Ji frowned, shoved the largest of them, Lao, in front of himself, and prepared to unleash a devastating counterstrike to obliterate these dishonorable bastards.

He refused to believe that twenty years from now, Ken Shi Lang could solo the Shura Realm dungeon—yet today, with five of them, they couldn't clear it?

"Can or can't? What's 'wait a bit' supposed to mean?"

Duo Qi showed not a trace of fatigue; his martial robe remained unbroken—even this endless barrage of artillery couldn't touch him—the silver-white aura circle, though only several meters wide, repelled every residual shockwave.

Protected by that silver glow, they cautiously advanced further.

But before they had taken even a few steps, they felt a gale sweeping from behind them!

The force of this wind was so immense it instantly shredded exposed soldiers, armor and all—blood and organs sprayed behind it, forming scattered red specks along the long, whipping trail of the gale.

Then, heavy modified weapons—tanks and rapid-fire cannons—were all overturned and hurled into the air by the figure charging through.

It was Long Quan who had walked forward.

And with one strike, he obliterated every tank.

"Boom!"

As if Long Quan had unleashed his full power, hardened alloy shattered in sheets; every weapon that took the blow was flung away, armor and soldiers inside crushed to pieces—debris sliced through hundreds of meters before falling like meteors, cratering the hard ground.

Finally, all fell still.

(End of Chapter)