Chapter 1077: Exposed

Xiaoniao quickly drew his gun and fired several shots at the dogs; his marksmanship was precise, and after three shots, a bloody hole appeared on the forehead of each of the three dogs.

Ling Yun struck and killed a few, but although the danger was cleared, they had already attracted the attention of the patrol troops, and over ten private soldiers came rushing over, waving their flashlights.

"Retreat, I'll cover the rear." Madman flipped down from the tree, a submachine gun already in his hand, and the few of them retreated rapidly.

Suddenly, people surrounded them from the front; Xiaoniao fired a few shots, took care of several people, and then continued forward, the group forcibly breaking out of the encirclement along the way.

"Return the way we came immediately," Xiaoniao barked.

Just at this moment, several private soldiers entangled them; Madman lunged out from the darkness, a Dagger quickly taking down one, then he kicked another flying, and with a flick of his hand, a bamboo stalk pierced through the chest of one of them.

Madman prioritized combat power; in his hands, even a rock or a bamboo stalk could be used as a weapon to fend off enemies.

Just at this moment, a burly man dressed like an A San walked out; he was nearly two meters tall, and every step he took covered several meters.

Madman was struck with horror; the moment the opponent appeared, an extremely dangerous aura was transmitted over; it was clear that the opponent was no good sort, so he drew a gun backhanded and fired several shots at him.

Bang, bang, bang—the three bullets Mingming hit the opponent, but the opponent's figure only faltered slightly before continuing forward.

Madman was startled; was the opponent actually unafraid of bullets? Just as he was about to continue firing, the gun was already out of ammunition, and this Indian had already closed in; he extended a palm the size of a straw mat and struck toward Madman.

Madman was a tall, sturdy man from the Northeast, but in front of this Indian, his stature still seemed somewhat insufficient.

Watching the palm strike toward him, he threw away the gun in his hand, drew a Dagger backhanded, and charged toward the opponent.

Bang... before he could even touch the opponent's body, Madman was swatted away by the opponent's palm.

This seemingly light palm strike caused Madman to spit out fresh blood; he lay on the ground, struggling for a long time before he could barely stand up.

"How can a bug-like person resist a True God?" The Indian looked at Madman, revealing a trace of a contemptuous expression.

"Who is a bug is not yet certain." Madman grinned, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then gripped his Dagger tightly and charged rapidly toward the Indian.

With a violent shout, he extended his right hand, and the Dagger in his hand thrust fiercely toward the opponent.

The Indian crossed his hands, forming a God Seal, and then Madman's body froze in mid-air; immediately after, the Indian stepped forward and pushed a palm toward Madman's chest.

Madman fell to the ground with a thud, and he sprayed out another mouthful of blood, only this mouthful of blood was mixed with some shattered organs.

"Heh, not bad, to think you can still stand up." The Indian stared at Madman, unable to help but laugh: "You must know, my power comes directly from God; there are not many people who can survive my impact and still have the ability to resist."

"That is because you have never been to China; if you had been to China, you would discover that in China, people like me are only at the very bottom." Madman stood up with difficulty.

He was a king among soldiers, a War God; he had once faced dozens of people alone and still retreated unscathed, successfully completing his mission and beheading the enemy general.

Even now that he had encountered an enemy, he could not let the opponent look down on him; even if he were to die, he would die with dignity, because the soul within his body was the military soul of Huaxia.

He could die, but honor would be with him forever; there was not a single coward among the soldiers of Huaxia.

"That is because no one has gone to Huaxia; if the Priest of our Brahma Sect goes to Huaxia, Huaxia will become Purgatory. Remember, my name is Amiluo." The A San sneered: "Now, I punish you on behalf of God."

Madman stood with difficulty, his vision blackening, his legs trembling... just at this moment, bang, bang, bang, bang—a continuous series of gunshots rang out, striking Amiluo's body.

The opponent was using a large-caliber gun; even Amiluo could not help but frown. He turned his head and saw Xiaoniao with a tense expression, the gun in her hand firing at him incessantly.

"Heh, very good, another one has come to throw their life away." Amiluo turned around, unable to help but laugh.

Xiaoniao had broken through the encirclement to come and save Kuangtu.

"Don't mind me, go, he is a Superpowered Person." Kuangtu lay on the ground and roared silently.

"I don't have the habit of abandoning my brothers; if we die, we die together." Xiaoniao roared: "Ling Yun..."

Amiluo suddenly felt a chill on his back, followed immediately by a sharp pain that rapidly magnified; he let out a miserable cry, and one could see his chest being pierced through by a Dagger.

Amiluo lashed out backhanded, but Ling Yun dodged quickly and then rolled to the side.

Amiluo shook his arms, and with a *pu* sound, the Dagger was forced out of his back; now his back was throbbing with intense pain.

He looked at Ling Yun with fury, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light.

Originally, with his body, he could be impervious to blades and guns, but this Dagger of Ling Yun's had a great background; the Dagger was named Star Breaker, obtained by chance, and could break all filth in the world.

Amiluo's body had introduced Divine Power, which was why he was impervious to blades and guns, but the Star-Slaying Power attached to this Dagger could easily break his defense.

"A bug-like person, yet you dare to wound me?" Amiluo's face was written with rage: "I will send you to Hell and let you suffer the burning of Hellfire."

Xiaoniao had already lunged to Kuangtu's side, attempting to help Kuangtu up, but Kuangtu was now unable to stand; he gripped Xiaoniao tightly and hissed: "Listen to me, leave quickly."

"Cut the crap, I'll carry you." Xiaoniao hoisted him onto her back and then glanced at Ling Yun.

"Go, I'll cover the rear." Ling Yun held the Dagger, staring coldly at Amiluo.

Xiaoniao gritted her teeth and turned to leave, but a group of private soldiers surrounded them, and Xiaoniao had no choice but to stop her steps.

"Heh, you are also a beauty, why must you make yourself look like this? It doesn't look good." Amiluo was a person who could truly communicate with the gods; he closed his eyes for a few breaths, and the wound on his back disappeared.

He turned around and looked at Ling Yun; indeed, Ling Yun was also a rare beauty, and the high-intensity training every day made the lines of her body perfect, though her short, cropped hair deducted quite a few points from her score; however, if she dressed up seriously, she would probably be quite good too.

"The women of our Huaxia are like this when they go to the battlefield; I am here for your life, not for you to look at." Ling Yun said coldly.