Chapter 7: Stabbing Blade

Zhang Cheng led a large group of thugs, waving their weapons as they charged toward Meng Yifan's home.

Meng Yifan raised the Bird Gun once again; having obtained the original owner's memories, he knew that not long ago, this very Zhang Cheng had brought people to find Meng Dayong, wanting to take Meng Yifan away to eat him, only to be driven off by Meng Dayong with a Mountain Opening Blade.

From that moment on, the original Meng Yifan had hated Zhang Cheng in his heart, dreaming of killing Zhang Cheng.

"Consider this revenge for you," Meng Yifan muttered to himself, then aimed at Zhang Cheng and decisively pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The Bird Gun spat out a scorching Lead Bullet, which flew toward Zhang Cheng's chest.

Zhang Cheng was a First Grade Intermediate Martial Artist and was also skilled in Lightness Skill, so his reactions were extremely fast; the moment he saw the flash of fire from the Bird Gun, he performed an Iron Plank Bridge, his body bending back sharply, and the Lead Bullet flew past, barely grazing him, before striking a large man behind him and tearing a gaping hole in his chest.

"Ding! Team hunt of an Unranked enemy successful, gained 1 Experience Value."

"Ding! Host, please note: hunting enemies grants Experience Value, while hunting innocent people will deduct Experience Value from the host."

"I understand this; it's similar to playing a game—killing a red-named player grants rewards, but if you kill a normal person, you become red-named yourself and receive a penalty, right?"

Meng Yifan could accept this rule; whether in his past life or the present, he was not someone who slaughtered the innocent. If others didn't provoke him, he wouldn't take the initiative to kill, but if someone moved to kill him first, then they shouldn't blame him for being ruthless.

"One Experience Value is too little; if I keep killing enemies like this, I'll have to kill over one hundred and fifty enemies to max out the proficiency of the Manyuujin True Qi."

There were only a little over one hundred people left in the village, and the bad guys led by Zhang Cheng numbered only forty or fifty; even if he killed them all, it wouldn't be enough to gather the Experience Value needed to level up. It seems leveling up by grinding monsters isn't easy.

"Don't think about that so much; the priority now is to finish off Zhang Cheng and his gang."

"Dad, capture the bandits by capturing their leader first!" Meng Yifan shouted, snatched up a kitchen knife, mobilized the Manyuujin True Qi within his body, and flung the kitchen knife toward Zhang Cheng's neck.

Zhang Cheng was currently bent over, having just dodged the Lead Bullet, and he hadn't expected Meng Yifan to throw a kitchen knife immediately after firing, giving him no time to counterattack.

"Whoosh!" The kitchen knife flew rapidly with a whistling sound; Zhang Cheng was so terrified his face changed color, and not daring to stand up, he hurriedly lay flat on the ground, dodging Meng Yifan's kitchen knife by a hair's breadth.

The kitchen knife struck the thigh of a thug behind Zhang Cheng, instantly severing the man's leg.

"Ah!" The thug clutched his severed leg and wailed.

"Throwing a kitchen knife and actually severing a man's leg—a normal person definitely wouldn't have this much strength. Could it be that Meng Yifan has become a Martial Artist?" Zhang Cheng was suspicious and uncertain; he hurriedly looked at Meng Yifan and discovered that there really was True Qi fluctuation on Meng Yifan's body.

"How is this possible? I saw this little brat just two days ago, and he was only a normal person then. How, after two days, has he become a First Grade Lower Grade Martial Artist?" Zhang Cheng was puzzled.

Meng Dayong originally didn't want to start a massacre, only intending to drive Zhang Cheng's group away, but since his son had already fired, the two sides were already at irreconcilable odds, so he would kill; after all, these bastards who harmed the villagers were all people who deserved to die.

Meng Dayong swung the Mountain Opening Blade toward Zhang Cheng's head; Zhang Cheng was sweating profusely from fear. He was lying on the ground now, completely unable to counterattack and with no time to stand up. In this critical moment, he hurriedly performed a donkey-roll, rolling toward the distance.

But how could the speed of rolling on the ground be faster than the speed of Meng Dayong's downward hack? Although Zhang Cheng rolled desperately, he was still half a step too slow and had an arm severed by Meng Dayong's blade.

"Ah!" Zhang Cheng let out a miserable shriek; he hadn't expected that upon their first encounter, he would lose an arm and have his strength greatly reduced. It was all that little beast Meng Yifan's fault; he would definitely skin him alive.

"Charge! Everyone charge together! Capture the Meng father and son, and we will all survive; the bear meat in their house will all be ours!" Zhang Cheng roared. The villagers following him swallowed their saliva, then waved their weapons and charged up.

The reload time for the Bird Gun was too long, and it could only fire a single shot, making it unsuitable for this chaotic situation. Meng Yifan attached the Stabbing Blade to the Bird Gun, sprinted to the courtyard gate, and stood with Meng Dayong, facing the attack of forty or fifty thugs; the father and son fought side by side once again.

"Kill!" Meng Yifan shouted, stepping forward. The Stabbing Blade was like a viper flicking its tongue, fiercely stabbing into the neck of a large man, then quickly retracting. He used the Bird Gun to parry an axe, then backhanded another thrust into the chest of another man.

Meng Yifan followed up by smashing the butt of the Bird Gun into an enemy's crotch, then twisted the Stabbing Blade and slashed horizontally, severing the carotid artery of another enemy, taking down yet another foe.

Meng Yifan was using the military Bayonet Technique; this set of Bayonet Technique was created by martial arts masters on Earth by combining ancient spear techniques with modern combat, possessing immense power and having been tested through long periods of battlefield experience. In every hand-to-hand engagement, it left enemies terrified.

Only a troop that dares to let the Stabbing Blade see blood is a powerful troop.

The Bayonet Technique's moves are concise, and every move is a killing blow; the moment he strikes, it is to take the enemy's life.

On the battlefield, when short weapons clash, life and death happen in an instant; one must never show mercy, but must finish off the enemy with the fastest speed.

Meng Yifan was only a ten-year-old boy; his original strength was insufficient, but now that he had become a First Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist, his strength had reached the level of an average adult. Especially when he mobilized the Manyuujin True Qi into his arms, his strength surged again, reaching at least 1.5 times that of a normal person, which made every one of his thrusts fierce and powerful; the ordinary villagers simply couldn't block them.

"Ding! Team hunt of an Unranked enemy successful, gained 1 Experience Value."

"Ding! Team hunt of an Unranked enemy successful, gained 1 Experience Value."

"Ding! Team hunt of an Unranked enemy successful, gained 1 Experience Value."

In Meng Yifan's mind, that crisp female voice rang out continuously, reminding him that he had gained Experience Value from killing monsters.

"Strange, the Bayonet Technique is similar to martial arts; why didn't the system count it as a skill?" Meng Yifan had been a mercenary and a King of Soldiers on Earth, and he knew many skills, but only Shooting Technique was recognized by the Game Panel as a Level 2 skill; his other abilities were not considered skills, yet they could still be used normally.

"It's a pity the Game Panel isn't smart at all and can't answer the doubts in my heart." Meng Yifan felt some regret. The predecessors who transmigrated before him all had high-end golden fingers; when it was his turn to transmigrate, he only had a Game Panel, which seemed very low-end.

Meng Dayong was a First Grade Peak Martial Artist, and the blade technique he displayed was broad and powerful. Those forty or fifty enemies couldn't break through his defense, but he discovered to his surprise that his speed of killing enemies was actually not as fast as Meng Yifan's.

"This Gun-Knife Technique is truly ruthless; could it also have been taught to Yifan by that old immortal?" Meng Dayong was somewhat surprised. Seeing his son show off his skills, Meng Dayong also erupted; as a father, he couldn't be outdone by his son.

"Chaotic Cloak Blade Technique!" Meng Dayong shouted. The Mountain Opening Blade in his hand danced as fast as lightning in all directions, and whistling sounds came from the air. The speed of the Mountain Opening Blade reached its limit, as if he had slashed six times at once. Six enemies hadn't even reacted before they felt a flash of blade light before their eyes, and their heads were chopped off.

"Ding! Team hunt of an Unranked enemy successful, you gained 0.2 Experience Value."

"Ding! Team hunt of an Unranked enemy successful, you gained 0.2 Experience Value."

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"The Game Panel judges that my old man and I are in a team state. I gain 1 Experience Value for killing an Unranked enemy, but when the old man kills an Unranked enemy, I only gain 0.2 Experience Value—a five-fold difference. It's a pity the old man doesn't have a Game Panel; he gains no Experience Value for killing enemies, which means all that Experience Value that should have counted toward him is wasted. What a pity."