Chapter 350: A Rain of Bullets Is Nothing
Lao Yao and Gun Yao are both First-class Experts of the current age; their joint strike at this moment is indeed formidable.
But unfortunately, the target they chose to strike is Yu Liancheng.
Yu Liancheng stands with his hands behind his back, not moving at all. His eyes are deep, resembling the profound and silent dark night. Suddenly, that dark night surges, as if countless demonic hands are reaching out from the darkness, capable of seizing anyone's heart, mind, and soul.
As Lao Yao and Gun Yao are swept by the gaze of the other, they feel as if their hearts are being gripped by an invisible hand. An indescribable fear surges into their hearts; panicked and terrified, their spirits seem to suffer immense pollution and distortion.
The next moment, the two let out shrill, inhuman wails, their internal True Qi rampages, blood flows from their seven orifices, and they fall straight to the ground.
The hundreds of burly men following behind Lao Yao and Gun Yao do not know exactly what happened, but they had long since received orders from Lao Yao. At this moment, they raise their guns, and bullets spray from the muzzles, whistling toward Yu Liancheng like raindrops.
Yu Liancheng strikes out with a light, fluttering backhand into the air. Though it appears soft and powerless, it suddenly causes the air in front of him to boil; the airflow rolls back and forth, like surging waves.
And those bullets pouring in, after a momentary stagnation in the air, are continuously rebounded, their momentum even faster and more rapid than when they were fired from the muzzles.
Amidst a series of screams, all one hundred burly men fall, almost every one of them having at least several blood holes in their bodies, with blood gushing out.
The bullets they each fired have all landed on their own bodies.
"This..."
Witnessing everything, Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu are dumbfounded.
From Lao Yao and Gun Yao falling backward to the death of the hundred burly men, everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The martial arts of the person before them are likely even more formidable than those of their master.
Yet this person looks truly very young, only a few years older than them; how could he possess such unfathomable martial arts?
Looking at his attire and appearance, could he be an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, seeing the world in turmoil and thus stepping back into the Central Plains?
"It turns out the power of bullets is nothing more than this." Yu Liancheng pinches a bullet between his fingers, and with a slight exertion, he immediately makes it twist and deform.
Shi Heilong comes back to his senses, his smile slightly fawning as he says, "Senior Expert, your palm technique is too powerful. I wonder what it is called? How do you find my natural talent? Can I learn this martial art?"
Upon realizing that the other is the greatest expert he has ever seen in his life, Shi Heilong cannot help but change how he addresses him.
Yu Liancheng ignores Shi Heilong and casts his gaze toward the valley.
Shi Heilong says hurriedly, "Senior Expert, there are too many experts inside, and they have many heavy weapons. The three of us are still too few. It would be better to wait until I notify the Stone Gate, then wipe them all out in one go."
The taciturn Wang Xiaohu also nods: "That's right, it is best we plan before we act. The valley is right here; it seems their work won't be finished for a while, they can't run."
"There is no need for such trouble. I am very curious to see the power of technology." As the words fall, Yu Liancheng's figure suddenly becomes blurry, then gradually disappears.
"How did he disappear?"
"Where did he go?"
The moment these thoughts arise in the two, they discover that Yu Liancheng has already strode into the valley.
Boom—!!
An ambush had long been set in the valley. It is unknown what mechanism Yu Liancheng triggered, but amidst a burst of dazzling light and continuous, deafening roars, mushroom clouds rise slowly one after another. The earth shakes violently, and rings of shockwaves spread in all directions.
With Yu Liancheng as the center, the grass, trees, and stones within a hundred-meter radius are all pulverized. The Rakshasa Cult members who were closer seem unable to withstand the violent tremors, vomiting blood as they are sent flying backward.
The scorching high temperature formed by the air explosion spreads like a torrential tide. Even Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu, deep outside the valley, feel the heatwave rushing toward them and cannot help but take two steps back involuntarily.
"This expert... this Senior Expert couldn't have just died like this, could he? Too reckless... but the expert's remains are still inside. He saved our lives; we cannot just leave him be..."
Shi Heilong frowns, guessing that Yu Liancheng stepped on buried explosives, thereby triggering the blast.
In such a terrifying, continuous explosion, no matter how brilliant one's martial arts are, it is impossible to escape unscathed while at the center of the blast.
However, after a burst of smoke clears, a black figure is revealed once again. His expression is indifferent, dressed in black, not stained by a speck of dust, as if he had descended from the clouds above the nine heavens.
The previous explosives seem not to have harmed even a hair on him.
Both inside and outside the valley, there is a stunned silence. They look at this tall, elegant black figure in disbelief, simply unable to believe everything happening before their eyes.
"Fire! Fire with everything you have! You must kill this person!" A moment later, a leading figure of the Rakshasa Cult is the first to react.
Following his command, dazzling fire erupts from all directions. Countless bullets pour in like a violent storm, creating a blockade of firepower. There are even shells whistling in, intending to raze Yu Liancheng and the place where he stands to the ground.
Hum!!
Yu Liancheng's figure jolts, and a tyrannical aura surges out, transforming into an invisible Protective Qi Cover that shields his entire body, leaving not the slightest gap.
The bullets strike the Protective Qi Cover, causing ripples like water, but they are completely unable to tear it apart, falling to the ground continuously. In just over ten seconds, countless bullets pile up at Yu Liancheng's feet.
In fact, while the power of firearms seems terrifying, it is not necessarily superior to the hidden weapons launched by First-class Experts in "Datang".
As long as Yu Liancheng is willing, standing right there, the bullets cannot even break his skin.
The only thing that poses a threat is the high-damage shells.
Yu Liancheng rolls his sleeves; his cloud-like sleeves cover the sky like dark clouds, grabbing several shells carrying immense force and emitting scorching heat to his front, as if playing with interesting toys.
Boom!
Boom—!!
Just at this moment, those shells explode with a roar. The incomparably massive power vents outward, yet it is restricted to an extremely small range, as if bound by an invisible force all around.
"Is this guy even human?"
Shi Heilong is incomparably dumbfounded.
Even the usually cold and stern Wang Xiaohu cannot remain calm.
There are indeed supreme experts in the world who do not fear a rain of bullets, such as the Rakshasa Cult Sect Leader; the Sword Saint senior of the past and their master could also count as half-examples.
But they almost all constantly maneuver or use weapons to parry.
Yet the one before them is practically letting the shells bombard him, and he remains without a single hair damaged.
"Perhaps he really is an old monster who has been living in seclusion for hundreds of years, re-emerging into the Edo. If he could teach me a few moves, I would have hit the jackpot."
Just as Shi Heilong's imagination runs wild, Yu Liancheng's Protective Qi Cover suddenly expands outward, kicking up a wild, surging wave.
And the next moment, his entire figure appears in mid-air, looking down at those below like a God, his expression indifferent.
"Have you finished firing? Now it's my turn."
End of Chapter
