By his side, a soldier stood with a heavy machine gun, aiming directly at Jiang Shu.
Thirty soldiers jumped out, all at the Bright Strength Realm, holding specially made rifles. With great speed, they surrounded Jiang Shu in a 270-degree formation.
Before coming, they had received a ssage: This man is suspected to be Jiang Shu, the First Grandmaster of Xia Country. Capturing him alive would be a great achievent!
In today’s world, heaven and earth undergo dramatic changes; martial arts are revived, and genes evolve. But no matter how tyrannical Martial Arts Grandmasters beco, or how extraordinary genetic evolution is, they are still ants in the face of real firearms! This holds true even for those at the highest realms.
In front of a nuclear bomb, all beings are equal!
Although this small squad of his was not equipped with very powerful weaponry, it was more than sufficient for handling a Grandmaster!
A Grandmaster might dodge a single bullet, but what about a hail of bullets?
"In Xia Country, there is an old saying, ’A wise man submits to circumstances.’"
As he said this, the officer even used his poor command of the Xia Country language. In his eyes, this mission was a guaranteed success. No matter how powerful Jiang Shu was, he had no chance to turn the tables. If Jiang Shu wanted to live, he could only kneel and beg for rcy!
As the troops arrived, the people of Fusang felt instantly reassured. One by one, they moved back, secretly filming with their phones. They wanted to see this man, who had seed like a demon, brought to his knees by Fusang’s mighty and advanced weaponry.
But that did not happen.
Jiang Shu still stood proudly.
"We have another saying in Xia Country, ’In close quarters, one man can rival a nation!’"
The Four Symbols True Strength perated his limbs as thirty rifles surrounded him. His spirit, energy, and soul concentrated to their absolute peak.
He had never underestimated Fusang. The martial arts of Fusang indeed fell short of Xia Country’s, but Fusang’s military strength was by no ans weak! Except for lacking the highest-grade nuclear bombs, they had always emulated Freedom Country for all other types of firearms. But what of it? The forces facing him were just a small, nearby squad. Rifles and machine guns, no matter how powerful, all had a fatal weakness: if they couldn’t hit their target, they were aningless! If fighter jets or tanks had arrived, Jiang Shu would have turned and fled, even if it ant escaping directly to the Da Jing Dynasty to preserve his life. But now...
Martial arts against military force. A perfect opportunity to hone his Spirit. To affirm his path to Dan Strength!
"Hmph! You scorn the toast only to drink the forfeit!"
"Fire!" the officer snorted coldly, giving the order.
The soldiers raised their rifles, aid at Jiang Shu, and fired in unison!
These soldiers were, without exception, true military elites. Their coordination and shooting accuracy far surpassed those of the security guards. Each bullet was aid to cover every possible angle around Jiang Shu. It was like a dense net, simultaneously enveloping him and sealing off all his escape routes.
The officer smirked. The First Grandmaster of Xia Country? My little squad is more than enough to suppress him! Thirty bullets—let’s see how he dodges this!
The wind howled!
A sharp light glead in Jiang Shu’s eyes, and his qi and blood surged. Finally, he felt it—the pressure, the threat of life and death! He had co to Fusang precisely for this mont. The path to Dan Strength, the path where spirit, energy, and soul coalesce—it begins now!
The mont the bullets flew, Jiang Shu lowered his body, grabbing Makita Haruhiko, who had been trampled underfoot.
Stepping through Beidou!
Hurricane Three Changes!
Three afterimages appeared where he had stood.
Jiang Shu, still holding Makita Haruhiko, swung him around with incredible speed. Every bullet slamd into Makita Haruhiko, exploding inside his body!
Instantly, the once mighty Makita Haruhiko was blown to pieces.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
No one had expected such a bloody scene to unfold so quickly.
The watching Fusang crowd vomited uncontrollably as the nauseating stench of blood filled the street.
"Teacher..."
"Master!"
Inside the Imperial Martial Arts Hall, shrill and tragic cries arose.
Aboard the armored vehicle, the officer’s pupils trembled.
"Fire! Fire!" he roared.
Thirty rifles fired again. However, this ti, the bullets could no longer concentrate their fire as before.
On the field, four figures now moved unpredictably. With Hurricane Three Changes, even a Grandmaster would struggle to discern the real Jiang Shu among them, let alone these soldiers, who only possessed Bright Strength.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
More than twenty bullets missed their mark.
Amidst the hail of bullets, as his spirit, energy, and soul converged, Jiang Shu stamped his foot. Several fragnts of Makita Higashino’s shattered bones levitated from beneath it and shot forward fiercely!
The bone fragnts tore through the air!
PFFT!
One by one, the soldiers’ throats were slashed by the bone shards. Their rifles clattered uselessly to the ground.
One, two, three... twenty-one...
"A demon! This is a demon!"
"That’s definitely not human! Run! Run fast!"
Finally, so among the surrounding Fusang crowd could bear it no longer. Legs trembling, they leaned against walls, trying to flee amidst the chaos.
Only a handful of soldiers remained on the field, now too terrified to even hold their guns.
The officer on the armored vehicle was trembling uncontrollably. In just a few minutes, the situation had reversed so drastically! Weren’t Grandmasters supposed to be afraid of firearms? Why was this happening?
"How... how could this be!"
The officer was utterly despondent. My squad of over thirty n... nearly wiped out just like that? No, I still have a chance! The machine gun! Yes, the machine gun!
He was about to speak.
But at that very mont, the machine gunner beside him had frozen, stunned foolishly by a re glance from Jiang Shu. His finger, poised to pull the trigger, remained motionless.
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