Chapter 348: Shi Heilong, Wang Xiaohu

Zhongtu Shenzhou.

The Northwest region.

Nearly a hundred burly men, holding various firearms and weapons, tightly surrounded two figures.

These men moved in perfect unison; despite their numbers, their actions were orderly, clearly the result of rigorous training. Their steps were rhythmic and powerful, revealing them all to be top-tier experts.

The ones surrounded were two young men. One had a fierce aura and a tall, burly build. He had golden hair, a scar on his right cheek, and held a pair of nunchucks in his hands.

The other youth was refined and handsome, his expression as gloomy as water. Though he held no weapon, his legs were long, and he stood on the ground in a unique stance. His muscles were taut, like a great bow drawn and ready, capable of erupting with astonishing power at any moment.

The golden-haired youth let out a thunderous shout, causing the eardrums of the burly men to ring and their minds to reel. In that very instant, he leaped into the crowd, his nunchucks transforming into a sky full of afterimages, sending the men into a chorus of screams.

The youth suddenly exerted force with both feet, leaping into the air like lightning.

He brought one leg down from above with a low whistle that tore through the air. As he kicked one burly man flying, he took the opportunity to charge into the crowd, his legs lashing out like whips in a continuous flurry of kicks.

Both of them clearly had experience dealing with firearms, and their goal was identical: to dive into the enemy ranks so that those with guns would be wary and unable to fire indiscriminately.

Furthermore, while modern firearms are formidable, they ultimately require people to wield them, and it is difficult to accurately target objects moving at high speeds.

"I recognize these two guys; they look like people from the Longhu Gate. The one with the golden hair is called Shi Heilong, and the other is Wang Xiaohu. Although they are young, they have some skills."

The speaker was an eerie man holding a three-section staff. His face was covered by a strange mask, and his eyes revealed a trace of sinister aura; even his tone of voice seemed to carry a hint of malice, making one's skin crawl.

Beside him was another burly middle-aged man wearing a jacket. His physique was massive and powerful, his face fierce and savage, and the muscles on his arms were piled up like small hills. Yet, the weapon in his hands was a pair of small, delicate iron rulers.

These two came from the Rakshasa Cult, the number one underworld force in Asia, and were among the most capable subordinates of the Rakshasa Cult Sect Leader. The one holding the three-section staff was called Gun Yao, and the middle-aged burly man was Lao Yao.

"No matter who they are, since they appeared here, they cannot be allowed to leave alive." Lao Yao revealed a savage smile, rubbing the steel rulers in his hands together until sparks flew: "The black-haired one is mine, the yellow-haired one is yours."

After speaking, Lao Yao let out a cackle, stomped his foot, and the ground exploded with a boom as he charged toward Wang Xiaohu.

Gun Yao brandished his three-section staff and walked toward Shi Heilong at a leisurely pace.

A moment later, Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu, who had previously been forcing the group of burly men into retreat, were already stretched thin and in dire straits.

That Lao Yao was faster than lightning, and the steel rulers in his hands were exceptionally sharp, perfectly countering Wang Xiaohu's leg techniques every time he struck. After dozens of moves, his legs were already marked with bloody, jagged wounds.

Meanwhile, Gun Yao's three-section staff exerted a crushing pressure against Shi Heilong. The three-section staff was heavy and powerful, striking with the force of a thousand jun. Shi Heilong danced his nunchucks to form an impenetrable defense, protecting his entire body, but the webs of his hands had already been shaken until they bled. He would be defeated in fifty moves at most.

Whether it was Lao Yao or Gun Yao, both were far superior to Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu in martial arts and experience. Furthermore, there were snipers on the side; the occasional bullet made the two men jump in fear, causing them to lose focus and retreat step by step.

"You two brats, daring to meddle in the affairs of the Rakshasa Cult—today is the day you die." Lao Yao grinned hideously, dancing his steel rulers even faster: "No one can save you; you have only a dead end ahead."

Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu retreated step by step under the offensive of the two Rakshasa Cult experts, their figures teetering. Shi Heilong, in particular, had been hit in the lower abdomen by a bullet; blood flowed out in a steady stream, and he looked pale, his lips turning purple, as he swayed unsteadily.

A trace of regret could not help but rise in their hearts.

Wang Xiaohu was a disciple of the Longhu Gate, taught from childhood by the martial arts Grandmaster Wang Jianglong, and was a refined and handsome youth. The other, Shi Heilong, had traveled everywhere to study under various masters, his martial arts a chaotic mix, before finally taking Wang Jianglong as his master.

Half a month ago, the two were ordered by their master to pay a visit to a senior, and on the way, they accidentally encountered people from the Rakshasa Cult.

The Rakshasa Cult was the number one underworld force dominating Asia, committing all kinds of evil, having already infected more than half of Asia and standing in opposition to the Heilong Society of the United States.

Wang Xiaohu and Shi Heilong were disciples of the righteous path, filled with justice, and being young and arrogant, they boasted that with their combined power, they could naturally escape even if the Rakshasa Cult Sect Leader didn't personally intervene or if they were surrounded by an army. Thus, they secretly tracked the Rakshasa Cult experts all the way to this place, discovering that the experts seemed to be excavating something.

Before they could figure out the specific situation, they were discovered by the Rakshasa Cult experts stationed there, who pursued them at all costs, leading to the current scene.

Rumble!!

Just as Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu were falling into utter despair.

Sounds like rolling thunder erupted from the distance, wind and lightning raged, and the surrounding "trees" rustled loudly.

Everyone was startled, a sense of panic rising in their hearts for no reason, and they could not help but look in the direction from which the thunderous sound echoed.

They saw, in the distance, air currents rolling like waves, surging up one after another. The thunderous sound became increasingly astonishing, approaching from afar at lightning speed, growing louder and louder, roaring heavily like a mountain collapse or a tsunami sweeping over.

Immediately after, everyone faintly caught sight of a black figure stepping on wind and thunder, crossing over from the distance with an arrogant and overbearing posture.

The earth roared. Wherever that figure passed, a long, wild dragon of air currents was whipped up, and countless soil, wood, grass, and stones were lifted high into the air by the gale, rising dozens of meters high behind the figure like a curtain.

At this moment, all things in heaven and earth seemed to be trembling.

The original battle had completely stopped, and everyone stared at this scene, dumbfounded, their scalps tingling.

Then, that figure suddenly leaped in front of them, and that invisible air current instantly dissipated.

The original battle had completely stopped, and everyone stared at this scene, dumbfounded, their scalps tingling.

In the blink of an eye, that figure had already arrived before them.

Just as everyone worried about whether they would be swept away by the long dragon of air currents, that figure stopped abruptly, the extreme motion like thunder and lightning transforming into the extreme stillness of a mountain.

The air currents behind him instantly dispersed and vanished, as if suppressed fiercely by an invisible giant hand.

"Hello, does anyone know this location?" This figure picked up a map, pointed with a finger, and asked with a smile.