Chapter 191: A Dead End

On the Wasteland, Ning Wenzhu and Leng Chan each led a group of men, on one hand keeping a close watch on that figure several hundred meters away, not daring to relax for a single moment; on the other hand, they were also wary of each other, their eyes filled with vigilance.

"Leng Chan, let's wait until we get a bit closer before we make a move. Otherwise, once we miss, it will be as hard as ascending to heaven to take his life again," Ning Wenzhu reminded him with feigned concern, while harboring his own little schemes in his heart.

Leng Chan sneered inwardly; did this Ning Wenzhu really take him for a three-year-old child?

Deliberately saying these things to steady him, he must be wanting to wait until there were fewer people around so he could open fire immediately.

However, on the surface, he remained calm and nodded, saying, "What you say makes sense. To ensure there are no slip-ups, in my opinion, we had best wait until the distance closes to within five hundred meters before acting. That way, even if he notices, it will be too late for him to react."

"Hmm, then five hundred meters it is. Until we reach five hundred meters, no one is allowed to open fire," Ning Wenzhu said decisively. "Otherwise, if the operation fails, the responsibility will lie entirely with the person who fired first."

"No problem," Leng Chan agreed without hesitation.

On the surface, the two had reached a consensus, and the atmosphere was fairly harmonious, but in reality, they both knew clearly that this so-called agreement was completely untrustworthy; anyone who took it seriously would be foolish in the extreme.

Ahead, that blurred silhouette was visible intermittently, and deep within the Wasteland, hair-raising beast roars could be heard from time to time.

Leng Chan narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering to himself; usually, even a Transformation Energy Martial Artist would not dare to rashly venture deep into this place alone. This guy really had quite a lot of nerve!

"I let you escape by luck last time; this time, even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't save you!"

A flash of Ruthless intent crossed Leng Chan's eyes. No sooner said than done, he suddenly exerted force, his figure moving like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance to the figure ahead to six or seven hundred meters, then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The 30mm Machine Cannon in his hands emitted a series of dull sounds, the muzzle instantly spewing dazzling flames, and nearly a hundred bullets, each as long as a small forearm, poured crazily toward the front at a staggering speed of one thousand meters per second.

At the very same moment Leng Chan acted, the men beside him, as well as Ning Wenzhu and the others not far away, also opened fire in succession.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The dull sound of the Machine Cannons echoed over the Wasteland; that massive noise seemed to make the entire Wasteland go quiet instantly, with only the roar of the Machine Cannons resounding between heaven and earth.

In just over ten seconds, all one hundred bullets were fired, and the shell casings jumped out like raindrops, scattering all over the ground.

However, at this moment, none of them had the heart to pay attention to these details, nor did they have time to reload, and they rushed impatiently toward the place where that figure had been.

They all knew in their hearts that under such fierce firepower, even an Advanced Fierce Beast with thick skin and flesh would surely be blown to pieces if hit; if it were a person, they would likely have been pulverized into dust long ago.

Therefore, they had to hurry over and scramble for the body fragments, because the more one grabbed, the better they could prove upon returning that this was their own merit.

Yet when they arrived at the scene and looked at the patch of wild grass that was so calm it didn't look the least bit unusual, expressions of confusion and bewilderment appeared on everyone's faces.

Where were the body fragments? How could there be none? Not only were there no body fragments, but one couldn't even see a single drop of blood?

Leng Chan and Ning Wenzhu looked at each other, and a thought flashed through both their minds simultaneously: Could it be that they didn't hit him?

But how could that be possible? One had to know that the initial velocity of the bullets was as high as over 1000 meters per second, flying a distance of 600 meters.

It was only a little over half a second, and furthermore, seven Machine Cannons had fired in a Volley simultaneously, and it was a sneak attack; how could they possibly fail to hit the target?

"Leng..." someone just started to say something.

"Snap!"

A sound similar to something Exploding suddenly came from afar.

"?"

The few of them subconsciously looked together in the direction the sound came from.

Yet at the very moment they turned their heads, three arrows nearly two meters long, carrying a sharp whistling sound, arrived in an instant like lightning.

"Puchi!"

Three crisp sounds to the extreme rang out one after another.

Before the arrows shot with ten thousand jin of pulling force, the bodies of those three people were instantly pierced through.

The arrows did not lose momentum, merely leaving a fist-sized blood hole in the chests of the three men.

The massive kinetic energy contained in the arrow shafts even knocked the three men's bodies high into the air, a good several meters high, and like kites with broken strings, they were thrown toward the distance.

Leng Chan was one of them.

The tenacious vitality of a Transformation Energy Martial Artist allowed him to retain a sliver of consciousness under this Fatal blow.

He looked at the shocking blood hole in his chest, his eyes filled with deep horror and confusion.

This, what on earth was going on? Why was there a blood hole in his chest?

The excruciating pain coming from his chest, wave after wave like a surging tide, seemed to be ruthlessly reminding him that all of this was not an illusion, but was happening for real.

"Not right?"

As if he had suddenly remembered something, he lifted his head abruptly and looked toward the direction he had wanted to see before.

He saw, eight or nine hundred meters away, a masked figure, drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, Aiming downward.

"Is? Is it him?!!"

Leng Chan's eyeballs instantly bulged round, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets in the next second.

Could it be that this masked guy had hit him with an arrow? Was that why there was this blood hole in his chest?

The pain in his chest seemed to suddenly lessen a bit at this moment, yet he felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

How could it be, how could it be like this!

He roared unwillingly in his heart; he was a dignified Transformation Energy Martial Artist!

How could he die here so muddledly, without even seeing what the murderer looked like?

However, everything before his eyes was gradually shrouded in darkness, finally returning completely to nothingness.

"Run!"

On the Wasteland, Ning Wenzhu shouted in terror.

In the panic, he only saw a blurred figure; his intuition told him he could not stay any longer, otherwise there was only a dead end.

Hearing his cry, the remaining three people subconsciously ran frantically in all directions.

Among them, one person, while running forward, frantically reached out to untie and remove a row of bullets from his body, wanting to stuff them into the chamber, seemingly still thinking of using the Machine Cannon to counterattack.

But at the very next second!

He let out a shrill, miserable scream, his entire body struck as if by a speeding truck, flying directly into the air, his breath already gone while still in mid-air.

Ning Wenzhu turned his head to look, and this time, he saw it clearly.

It was an arrow!

The thing that shot and killed Leng Chan and the others was actually an arrow!

Recalling the figure he had glimpsed in passing earlier, his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat; could it be that this archer was the same person they had been tracking and intending to kill?

So, their seven people, with seven Machine Cannons, had actually missed every single shot?

"Ah!"

Another scream rang out; clearly, someone else had been hit by an arrow. However, Ning Wenzhu and the one remaining person did not dare to turn back and look at all.

There was only one thought in their minds: run! Run for their lives!