Chapter 349: The Peculiarity of the Valley

A black figure appeared before the crowd like a bolt of lightning.

The newcomer was dressed in an ancient black robe, his bearing as bright as the sun and moon, his demeanor indifferent, as if he were an immortal-tier figure who had traveled through time from thousands of years ago—who else could it be but Yu Liancheng?

He had traveled from Dongying across the sea into the Central Plains, but he was in no hurry to find A Xing; instead, following the map in the memory of Daozhong Buer, he set off toward the Northwest, wanting to see what the Rakshasa Cult was after.

The Rakshasa Cult was one of the two great criminal gangs of the current age; the things they plotted for were always of immense value, and perhaps they would be useful to him.

Along the way, in order to test the enhancement of his physical body by the "God of War Record," he had not used any lightness skills, but had instead sprinted with his legs, traveling with pure physical strength, kicking up storms of dust across the sky and destroying countless landscapes, which resulted in the scene before them.

The group of experts from the Rakshasa Cult and the two disciples of the Longhu Gate were all stunned by Yu Liancheng's entrance, their eyes wide, speechless for a moment, nearly letting their jaws drop to the ground.

After a long while, the crowd finally reacted and cast their gazes toward the map in the black-robed man's hand, only to be shocked once more. Because the location marked on the map was precisely the valley where the Rakshasa Cult experts were stationed.

Before joining the Longhu Gate, Shi Heilong had roamed the world alone and had made a name for himself in the Edo.

Compared to Wang Xiaohu, he was more tactful and witty, and his Edo experience was richer. He naturally saw that the Rakshasa Cult members were very shocked by Yu Liancheng's arrival, as if they did not recognize him.

And for the Rakshasa Cult to travel thousands of miles to this Northwest region, perhaps it was for ancient ruins, or perhaps for some unknown treasure; it would certainly not be anything ordinary, and its value must be immense...

And this mysterious person had very likely come for this object as well.

If these two parties could fight each other, he and Wang Xiaohu would have a glimmer of hope for escape.

What's more, they were already in a desperate situation; even if the mysterious person and the Rakshasa Cult were of the same faction, it would not be worse than the current situation.

These thoughts flashed through Shi Heilong's mind in an instant, and he immediately raised his voice: "This expert brother, I know this place; it is seven or eight kilometers away from here. Xiaohu and I can take you there, but..."

Yu Liancheng fixed his gaze on Shi Heilong, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, as if he could see through the human heart: "But what?"

"But that place has been controlled by the Rakshasa Cult, and they do not allow others to enter. My brother and I were just passing by, and we were hunted to this point, nearly losing our lives. If you, expert brother, want to go see it, I fear they will not agree, and might even try to kill you." Shi Heilong's eyes darted, intentionally glancing in the direction of Lao Yao and Gun Yao.

Lao Yao frowned, holding a steel fork, his hands held in a hollow embrace: "May I ask why this... expert wants to go to the location shown on the map? That is the territory of our Rakshasa Cult."

Yu Liancheng did not hide anything and smiled: "I just want to see what kind of treasure is in that place that could make your Rakshasa Cult mobilize so many people. As the saying goes, those who see it get a share; whatever you are plotting, I want half. Of course, if you have any difficulties, I don't mind lending a hand."

Yu Liancheng felt no psychological burden at all about robbing the Rakshasa Cult, a criminal organization.

"How bold, you are courting death..." Lao Yao's brows stood up, anger surging in his chest.

The Rakshasa Cult dominated Asia and stood in opposition to the Heilong Society of the United States; they were one of the two great criminal gangs of the current age. It had always been them extorting and blackmailing others.

Gun Yao waved a hand to interrupt Lao Yao, a strange aura flowing from his slender eyes, and said in a voice that could not distinguish between male and female: "Fine, since ancient times, the strong are respected. We have already seen your strength, so naturally, you can have a share. Please, this way; we will talk when we arrive."

Having said that, he gestured with his hand, letting Yu Liancheng go first.

"Good, those who know the times are heroes." Yu Liancheng smiled and patted Gun Yao on the shoulder, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Expert brother, beware of a trap; not only are there other experts in their camp, but they are also not lacking in machine guns and bombs," Shi Heilong said hurriedly.

"No matter." Yu Liancheng did not care at all and took a large step forward.

Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu exchanged a look and hurriedly followed behind Yu Liancheng.

If they stayed here, their only fate was to be beaten to death by the Rakshasa Cult experts; following Yu Liancheng was dangerous, but at least there was a glimmer of hope.

Lao Yao gritted his teeth, gripping the steel ruler in his palm so hard that his veins bulged; he looked ready to lose his temper and kill these three regardless of the consequences.

The lips beneath Gun Yao's strange mask moved, and using the Voice Transmission technique, threads of sound entered Lao Yao's ears, revealing his plan and thoughts one by one. This allowed Lao Yao to suppress his anger, but his fierce eyes could still only reveal cold, murderous intent.

Twenty minutes later, Yu Liancheng and the others arrived outside a valley.

The valley was guarded by hundreds of heavily armed men, with experts standing everywhere, and there was no shortage of heavy weapons like guns and artillery, which flashed with ferocious light in the sunlight like the teeth of a beast.

From time to time, muffled, thunderous roars came from the valley, as if they were using explosives to detonate something.

"This valley not only has a large number of people, but also many modern weapons; it could almost equip an army. Could it be that they are trying to ambush some great expert here?"

Shi Heilong frowned, his heart filled with astonishment.

He and Wang Xiaohu had only taken a few glances at the side of the valley before being discovered and chased like stray dogs; only now could he examine it carefully and find many suspicious points.

"No, why are there archaeological personnel? Could they really be digging a grave? But even if they are, does digging a grave require so many experts and weapons? It's not like the corpses in an ancient tomb can come back to life."

The doubts in Shi Heilong's heart grew, and he said to Yu Liancheng: "Expert brother, it is best not to rashly enter the valley. There are a large number of weapons and experts inside; I fear that once you go in, it will be hard to come out."

Compared to modern weapons, the advantage of martial arts experts lies in their mobility. For a First-class Expert, as long as they are not held back by other experts or trapped in a web of firepower, they can always withdraw.

But this valley was surrounded on three sides; once one stepped inside, the firepower would interweave and cover the area, with guns and artillery firing simultaneously, overwhelming everything. Even with a Vajra Indestructible Body, one would likely be beaten to a pulp.

Yu Liancheng glanced into the valley, then looked at Lao Yao and Gun Yao, smiling as if he were not smiling: "What you say is not wrong. I will listen to you once; let's not rush in."

"Hmph, too late!!"

At this very moment, Lao Yao and Gun Yao launched a sudden attack.

Lao Yao let out a thunderous roar, and the steel ruler in his hand stabbed rapidly toward Yu Liancheng, like lightning cutting through the dark night of the sky.

Gun Yao unfolded his figure, and the Three-Section Staff in his hand struck toward Yu Liancheng's head and face, stirring up layers of air waves like continuous tides.

Only then did Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu realize that Lao Yao and Gun Yao had not used their full strength before, but had merely been toying with them like a cat playing with a mouse.

Their combined strike was extraordinary in power. If Yu Liancheng retreated toward the valley, he might not be able to avoid their offensive. But this was exactly the scheme of Lao Yao and Gun Yao.

On the way here, they had already notified the experts in the valley.

Now the valley was filled with ambushes; as soon as Yu Liancheng stepped into the valley, he would fall into the trap, and the barrage of gunfire would leave him with no place to be buried.

And if Yu Liancheng did not dodge, he would have to face their weapons head-on.

With their full-force strike, even if Yu Liancheng could take it, he would stagger, and then the nearly one hundred men behind would open fire with machine guns, which could likewise force him into the valley.

No matter what, the advantage was theirs!

Lao Yao and Gun Yao were full of confidence.