Chapter 77: Binding Demon Rope

Zhang Butou's speed was too fast; the others simply could not lock onto his position using the Iron Ball.

However, in Meng Yifan's eyes, Zhang Butou's speed was nothing special; if it were a pure contest of speed, Zhang Butou, at the Third Grade Lower Tier, was not as fast as Meng Yifan's maximum speed.

Meng Yifan hugged an Elm Cannon, calculated the lead, and with a slight shift of the muzzle, he captured Zhang Butou's position.

"Eh!" Zhang Butou was somewhat surprised; he keenly sensed that a cannon in the courtyard had already aimed at him.

Zhang Butou glanced inside and saw Meng Yifan's sharp gaze and the pitch-black muzzle.

"It's that mysterious person who finished off Guitou Dao Wang Lei; he's actually just a half-grown boy." Zhang Butou was greatly shocked and hurriedly swayed his body, moving flexibly and constantly changing direction.

If it were anyone else, they truly wouldn't be able to hit him, but unfortunately, Meng Yifan possessed Level 2 Shooting Technique, and in his eyes, these dodging maneuvers of Zhang Butou's were a joke.

"Boom!" Following a series of loud bangs, ten Elm Cannons fired in unison; there were nine Second-Rank Head Constables in Luolong County in total, and an Iron Ball flew toward each and every one of them.

Seeing the incoming Iron Balls, these Second-Rank Head Constables were all terrified and dared not take them head-on; they one after another unleashed their Lightness Skill, wanting to dodge, but the area was surrounded by First Grade yamen runners and constables, leaving them no space to evade.

Five of the Head Constables were quite clever; seeing there was no room to dodge, they held a breath of True Qi, became light as a swallow, stepped on the heads of other constables to run toward the rear, and successfully avoided the Iron Balls.

The other Head Constables saw this and followed suit, but unfortunately, they were a half-beat slow in starting, and three Second Grade Lower Stage Head Constables were smashed to death directly.

There was also one Head Constable using a large hammer who had just prepared to jump up when the Iron Ball arrived before him; in the critical moment, he gripped the hammer with both hands and smashed it fiercely against the Iron Ball.

"Clang!" The large hammer and the Iron Ball collided, emitting a huge sound.

"Pfft!" The immense counter-shock force caused the hammer-wielding Head Constable's web between his thumb and index finger to split and his arms to ache intensely; more importantly, his internal organs were shaken, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Although this hammer-wielding Head Constable blocked that Iron Ball, he also suffered internal injuries and was unable to fight again, practically considered crippled.

Because five Head Constables had successfully dodged, the Iron Balls that had been fired at them smashed fiercely into the midst of the constables and yamen runners, directly carving out five paths of flesh and blood.

An Elm Cannon firing Shrapnel Shells could tear apart the body of a First Grade Martial Artist, let alone the even more powerful Iron Ball.

A First Grade Martial Artist was like paper in front of an Iron Ball; if an arm or leg blocked the Iron Ball's path, it would be smashed off directly, and if the body was hit, the entire body would be smashed to pieces.

Outside Meng Yifan's courtyard was a Blue Stone road, which resulted in the Iron Balls, after smashing through a line of constables and yamen runners, continuing to bounce on the ground and killing a few more unlucky constables and yamen runners.

Zhang Butou's side did not fare well either; Meng Yifan personally fired an Iron Ball aimed at him. Zhang Butou was rapidly changing direction in a zigzag pattern, but just as he had changed direction at high speed, an Iron Ball appeared exactly in front of him; if he hadn't turned just now, his body would have brushed past the Iron Ball.

Yet he happened to turn to the left according to his momentum, as if he were throwing himself onto the Iron Ball, which shocked him; he realized the opponent had predicted his next move in advance—this was the predictive ability only possessed by elite shooters in the military; this opponent was not simple.

Facing the incoming Iron Ball, Zhang Butou was fearless; he flicked the green rope in his hand, and the tip of the rope suddenly spread out, dispersing into hundreds of hair-thin threads, like a massive spider web that had suddenly opened, wrapping around the scorching Iron Ball.

The Iron Ball had been fired from an Elm Cannon and, driven by the gunpowder explosion, contained powerful impact force, yet this powerful impact could not snap those hair-thin threads and was firmly bound by that spider web.

"Get back to your master!" Zhang Butou flicked his right hand, drawing a semicircle, just like throwing a meteor hammer; the green rope shook violently, and the Iron Ball fired by the Elm Cannon was smashed back toward Meng Yifan's direction, completely intact.

"A Dharma Artifact! That green rope is a Dharma Artifact." Meng Yifan was shocked; he possessed the Dharma Artifact Ghost Head Blade and knew that Dharma Artifacts all possessed mysterious and unfathomable power.

The Ghost Head Blade currently had the functions of releasing sonic attacks and absorbing souls; the ability of the rope in Zhang Butou's hand was also very special; the tip could actually expand into a spider web two meters in diameter that was incomparably tough. If one were bound by such a spider web, with Meng Yifan's current strength, he would certainly be unable to break free.

Meng Yifan looked at that green rope with great wariness, knowing in his heart that he absolutely could not let Zhang Butou get close, otherwise this battle would undoubtedly be lost.

The Iron Ball thrown by Zhang Butou flew toward Meng Yifan, carrying the whistling sound of the air.

Meng Yifan had a total of twenty Elm Cannons loaded with Iron Balls; ten had just been fired, and ten were still in a state ready to fire. He hoisted one up, took a casual aim, and fired with a lift of his hand.

Two Iron Balls flew from different directions, but collided in mid-air, and finally both fell to the ground.

"What exquisite Shooting Technique, to actually be able to intercept an incoming Iron Ball in mid-air." Zhang Butou felt secretly shocked when he saw this scene.

Such precise Shooting Technique, even in the Divine Machine Battalion of Dongchuan Prefecture, was extremely rare; those were elite shooters who required extremely high talent, plus the consumption of a large amount of ammunition every day, to be cultivated.

Meng Yifan looked to be only about ten years old; how was this Shooting Technique of his practiced? Could it be that he had been playing with guns and cannons since he was in his mother's womb? It was truly inconceivable.

Zhang Butou continued to charge forward; through the previous contest, he already knew that zigzagging was useless in front of an elite shooter like Meng Yifan, so he stopped dodging and charged forward in a straight line. As long as he got within a five-meter range, relying on the Binding Demon Rope in his hand, he was confident he could instantly bind Meng Yifan.

"Hmph! Your rope might be able to bind one Iron Ball, but this young master doesn't believe you can bind more Iron Balls." There were five strong men specifically moving the Elm Cannons for Meng Yifan, which made Meng Yifan's firing speed extremely fast.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three Iron Balls were fired almost simultaneously, all smashing toward Zhang Butou's only path.