Chapter 25: Holding Cannons, Bombarding the Tiger Demon

Meng Yifan saw the Flying Tiger Demon wanting to run and grew somewhat anxious; the two sides had already forged an irreconcilable blood feud, and if it were allowed to escape, the future troubles would be endless.

The Flying Tiger Demon already knew the strength of Qinghe Village; the next time it came back, the attack it launched would certainly be very targeted.

Meng Yifan's current trump cards were the Bird Gun and the Elm Cannon; if the Flying Tiger Demon thought of a way to deal with them, the entire Qinghe Village would be finished.

"It cannot be allowed to escape." Meng Yifan made up his mind to keep the Flying Tiger Demon here.

Outside Qinghe Village, there was still a mist sealing the village, and the villagers could not run away; they had to kill the Flying Tiger Demon to have any possibility of leaving the village.

"It is flying in mid-air; how can it be kept here?" Meng Yifan's brain turned rapidly, and suddenly, he had an inspiration. He ran over, shouldered two already-loaded Elm Cannons, and then exerted his 70 points of speed to the fullest, running rapidly toward the Flying Tiger Demon.

"Father, you carry the other three Elm Cannons and follow me to kill the Flying Tiger Demon," Meng Yifan shouted loudly.

Meng Dayong did not hesitate; he was a First Grade High-Level Martial Artist, his strength far exceeding that of an ordinary person. Carrying three Elm Cannons, he could still walk as if flying, but his speed was much slower than Meng Yifan's, so he could only follow behind and slowly catch up.

Meng Yifan held two three-meter-long Elm Cannons, running rapidly while calculating the distance between himself and the Flying Tiger Demon. The ability of Level 2 Shooting Technique was extremely formidable, allowing him to hit his target every time within one hundred meters.

"Entered range, can fire." Meng Yifan stopped, held one Elm Cannon, aimed at the Flying Tiger Demon, and then lit the fuse.

"Yifan, how can you hold an Elm Cannon to fire? The recoil will injure you," Meng Dayong shouted anxiously.

Meng Yifan did not answer, but his gaze remained fixed on the Flying Tiger Demon, slightly adjusting the angle of the Elm Cannon in his hands. To hit the Flying Tiger Demon precisely, he chose to hold the Elm Cannon to fire.

Meng Yifan also knew that firing an Elm Cannon would have huge recoil; if he were on Earth, no one would dare to hold a cannon to fire it—that would be courting death.

But in this world, there was the miraculous Martial Dao, which could greatly improve the human body's physical fitness. He was now a Second Grade Martial Artist, his body already Reborn and Transformed, far stronger than the average person.

Meng Yifan not only had great strength, being able to sprint while carrying two Elm Cannons, but his body's defensive power was also very strong. Coupled with True Qi protecting his body, even taking the recoil of the Elm Cannon head-on was no big problem.

"Boom!" The Elm Cannon emitted a loud noise, and an Iron Ball surged out, flying rapidly toward the Flying Tiger Demon.

"Damn, is the recoil this big?" When the Elm Cannon fired, Meng Yifan felt as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer; he felt a huge shock in his chest, his blood and Qi surged, and he almost vomited blood.

If he hadn't used his Manyuujin True Qi to protect his chest beforehand, his ribs would have broken from just this one hit.

"Still can endure it, again!" Meng Yifan did not stop; he aimed at the Flying Tiger Demon, calculated the lead, and lit the fuse of the other Elm Cannon again.

Two Iron Balls, separated by a second or two, flew toward the Flying Tiger Demon.

"Roar!" The Flying Tiger Demon was angry. It had already prepared to retreat, yet this half-grown boy was still relentless, chasing to kill this Great King while carrying cannons. It was truly bullying the tiger too much; did he really think this Great King was afraid of him?

The Flying Tiger Demon opened its mouth and spat out a Fireball, aiming it at one of the Iron Balls.

The Fireball and the Iron Ball collided, the Fireball suddenly exploded, and the scorching high temperature enveloped the Iron Ball, directly melting the iron ball into molten iron.

The other Iron Ball also flew over, targeting the Flying Tiger Demon's belly. It was too late to dodge, so it could only use its tiger claw to strike fiercely at the Iron Ball.

"Bang!" The Iron Ball containing huge kinetic energy was swatted away. The Flying Tiger Demon did not have it easy either; its left front claw emitted a cracking sound—it had been smashed and fractured.

With one tiger claw smashed and fractured, the Flying Tiger Demon felt intense pain. Since becoming a demon, it had never suffered such a big loss. It wanted to rush over and tear all the humans below to shreds, but on the ground, Meng Yifan had already taken the three Elm Cannons Meng Dayong was carrying and continued to chase after the Flying Tiger Demon.

"Arrogant and conceited boy, the humans of Qinghe Village only have six cannons, and now only three are left that can fire. Once they have all been fired, it will be this Great King's turn to slaughter you all."

The Flying Tiger Demon was angry and stopped running. Flapping its wings, it flew in an S-curve in mid-air, wanting to increase the difficulty of Meng Yifan's shooting. In its mouth, another Fireball was condensing, ready to block another Iron Ball at any time.

Meng Yifan frowned, staring at the Flying Tiger Demon in mid-air with a solemn expression. Only three Elm Cannons were left that could fire; how should he fight?

"Firing a single Iron Ball is useless. To kill the Flying Tiger Demon, at least two Elm Cannons must be fired simultaneously. Might as well fire all three Elm Cannons at once and strive to kill it in one go."

"Let's do it." Meng Yifan did not hesitate. He lined up the three Elm Cannons, stuffed all the poison Lao Liutou had prepared into the first Elm Cannon, and holding an incense stick, lit the fuses in sequence.

"Come on, success or failure rests on this one attempt!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly, then held the first Elm Cannon and aimed at the Flying Tiger Demon.

"Boom!" The Elm Cannon emitted a loud noise. The huge recoil struck Meng Yifan's chest again. Even with Manyuujin True Qi protecting his body, he still felt his internal organs being shaken, and he felt so uncomfortable he wanted to vomit blood.

"Hmph! Again." Meng Yifan ignored it and held the second Elm Cannon, followed by the third Elm Cannon.

Having fired five Elm Cannons in succession while holding them, even though Meng Yifan was already a Second Grade Lower Stage Martial Artist, his body could not take it, and he could no longer hold back, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood.

Meng Yifan did not have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed tightly on the Flying Tiger Demon in the sky. He had done everything he could; whether he could successfully kill the Flying Tiger Demon depended on this strike.

The Flying Tiger Demon turning in an S-curve in mid-air to dodge the Iron Ball was just wishful thinking. When Meng Yifan was a mercenary in his past life, he had once carried a bazooka rocket launcher to hit helicopters.

At that time, that helicopter pilot had very skilled techniques, not only doing S-curves but also rapid serpentine turns, rapid ascents and descents, variable-speed maneuvers, hovering rotations, and leapfrog maneuvers. Unfortunately, these operations were useless in front of a sharpshooter like Meng Yifan.

Meng Yifan had fired too many bullets and had developed an absolute sense for guns, like a mysterious sixth sense, able to predict in an instant what kind of evasive maneuvers the enemy would make.

On the battlefield, any helicopter targeted by Meng Yifan could not escape the fate of being destroyed and its crew killed. Precisely because of this, he had a nickname among the mercenaries: Helicopter Killer.

When Meng Yifan fired the Elm Cannons, he was not aiming at the position where the Flying Tiger Demon was at that moment at all, but had calculated the lead before firing the Elm Cannons.

The Iron Ball flew up, and the Flying Tiger Demon acted as if it were foolishly using an S-curve turn to crash its own head into the Iron Ball. This feeling made it so depressed it wanted to vomit blood.

The Flying Tiger Demon opened its mouth and spat out a Fireball, blasting toward the Iron Ball.

"Boom!" The Fireball and the Iron Ball collided, and the raging Fireball exploded violently again, burning the Iron Ball into a puddle of molten iron.

But at the same time as the explosion, the poison smeared on the Iron Ball was also exploded outward, and a colorless and odorless Poison Mist permeated the area around the Flying Tiger Demon's body.

The Flying Tiger Demon did not notice it at all; it was staring at the other two Iron Balls, preparing to use its pair of wings to swat these two Iron Balls away.

Even if both wings were smashed and broken, with only three tiger claws left, relying on its strength as a Third Grade Middle Rank Demon Beast, it was enough to crush the Second Grade Lower Stage human brat below.