Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 213 Attack
Inevitably, or perhaps as a side effect of the earth-walking spell, Zhang Kun's chest cavity was filled with a musty, earthy smell. But this also indicated that he hadn't had a proper breath in a long time and had been hiding it all along.

Or rather, ever since he followed Qiu Rang's instructions to travel underground, he had never dared to expose his nose to the surface, for fear of "startling the enemy" or causing any disturbance.

As Zhang Kun approached his destination, he became even more cautious, refraining from surfacing to breathe. As a result, in this state of 'perfect stealth,' he truly did not expect his opponent to suddenly make a move—just as he was replenishing his lungs with Qi to prolong oxygen, an unusual Qi suddenly pierced through the soil, like a red-hot iron rod stabbing straight into the perception range of the 'Earthwalking Technique.'

Just as Zhang Kun was about to concentrate on discerning the details, he subconsciously felt a sense of familiarity with the changes in the ground around him—there was no need to discern anymore, he had seen this technique before, it was the sorcerers' [Kun Character · Earth River Chariot]!
Before the thought could even finish forming in his mind, the soil around Zhang Kun began to be rapidly 'evolved' by the Qi. In just half a breath, the rocks and sand solidified into an earth dragon, with fresh grass roots still clinging to its scales and claws, and its eyes were two clumps of solidified clay, which shot straight towards him from the ground.

Earth-walking immortals can move underground, but not all earth-walking immortals are like "Earth-walking Sun Wukong." Zhang Kun's movement speed underground was not fast, and he was directly grabbed by the earth dragon, which dragged him upwards with tremendous force. The surrounding soil and rocks whistled past his ears, and in just three or four breaths, he broke out of the ground.

But... no matter how 'sudden' the attack was, Brother Zhang Kun was still an extraordinary person after all. Faced with this situation, he reacted quickly and came up with a solution in an instant.

The earth dragon created by the [Kun Character · Earth River Chariot] technique is, in the end, made of earth. Zhang Kun took a deep breath, and yellowish-brown Qi light gradually seeped from his pores. The light was like a layer of flowing jade, slowly spreading along the muscle texture and forming a semi-transparent film on the skin surface.

As he chanted incantations, a magic method was formed. As soon as the earth dragon touched the Qi light, its body, which was more than ten meters long, began to make a "sizzling" sound. The originally hard surface of the earth and stone began to soften, like a candle melting in the sun.

"Click——"

As the cracking sound came from the earth dragon's lower jaw, the sand that had been forcibly bound together by magic began to fall off in a rustling sound. Seeing his opportunity, Zhang Kun reached out and grabbed both sides of the dragon's mouth, forcefully pulling it outwards and leaping free.

But the earth dragon eventually carried him more than ten meters high. To prevent the other side from taking over the attack, Zhang Kun used the reaction force to do a somersault in the air.

"Hey!"

Perhaps because the 'Earth Immortal's' abilities are all in the ground beneath his feet, and he is not good at performing acrobatics in the air, Zhang Kun stumbled when he landed after his somersault, taking three steps back to regain his balance.

Once he had landed steadily, Zhang Kun raised his hand to straighten the brim of his hat, then leaped a few steps from the side and returned to the group of people from Biyou Village.

Seeing that Zhang Kun was unharmed, Qiu Rang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He narrowed his eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes widening into deep furrows. He took half a step forward and said, "What kind of era is this?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the acting skills of a seasoned veteran. Every word was like a pebble hitting the ground, full of contempt. He continued, "How could there be such vile, despicable creatures as you?"

"Targeting the weak, they hide their true intentions and strike by surprise!"

He emphasized the last few words of this passage, giving them a unique "ancient charm" characteristic of the supernatural community, much like the accent of an old Beijinger—it was too authentic.

These words sound blunt and somewhat archaic, but they are quite common in the world of supernatural beings and are quite sophisticated. To put it bluntly, these provocative and sarcastic remarks are mostly intended to force the other party to reveal their identity.

Of course, Qiu Rang also knew that this overly "formulaic" approach would probably only work on those who were "ambitious" and "temperamental," but it was still worth a try, even if it only delayed things and made it easier for Zhang Kun, who had just been attacked, to recover.

If the other party matches your brainwaves at this moment, or... is someone from the Quanxing faction who doesn't care about revealing their identity, then they should introduce themselves.

Then, following the ancient custom of flattery in the world of supernatural beings, the villagers of Biyou Village, regardless of whether they know each other or not, will all show a slightly shocked expression and say, "So it's xxx," before taking action—this process, though old-fashioned, seems to be an unwritten rule, subtly reflecting the supernatural beings' desire to save face.

To his complete surprise, the people opposite him acted as if they hadn't heard him at all, didn't respond, and instead started chatting amongst themselves.

The burly man in the Yeezy shirt opposite them swung his feet, the heels clicking lightly on the rocks, sounding like the casual rhythm of a drum. His gaze swept over the villagers of Biyou, mirroring the deliberate scrutiny of the elderly folks at a butcher shop, and he said somewhat nonchalantly, "Old Mi, only three top-tier talents have arrived. Is that enough?"

Upon hearing this, the old man known as Honeybee frowned so deeply that his brows furrowed like a wrung-out rag. A bee that was crawling on his forehead was crushed by his frown, and its orange-yellow fluid trickled down his wrinkles.

Then, a barely perceptible blue light flashed in his eyes, as if he had suddenly realized something, and he said in a voice that could only be heard by his own group, "They're not stupid, why would they send all their forces? Three of them are enough..."

“Actually, three is fine too,” the man dressed in luxury goods said, taking off his Hermès hat to reveal a bald head that gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a polished gold plate. “If we make too much of a show of force, that ‘Village Chief Ma’ might just come along, which would defeat the purpose.”

After saying that, he touched his scalp, and a faint white mark appeared where his fingertips had run over it. The rustling sound was particularly clear on the quiet hillside.

A few breaths later, the bald man continued in a coarse voice, as harsh as if he had sprinkled salt, without caring about the volume: "Time is also tight. Since we've made this choice, let's kill them all."

The moment those words left his lips, the wind suddenly stopped. The treetops continued to sway, but the flow of air, like a snapped thread, came to an abrupt halt. Only the buzzing of the bees remained in the forest, the sounds merging together like countless tiny knives grinding in the air, carrying a chilling aura that seeped into one's bones.

To be fair, words do possess a special kind of magic. After the bald man from the Yaoxing Society uttered such harsh words, the entire team from Biyou Village began to tense up.

The three highly skilled individuals simultaneously pressed their right hands against the magical artifacts at their waists, their knuckles turning white from the force—they had just been dealt a heavy blow by a fierce attack yesterday, and were understandably overly wary. A hint of surprise flashed across the faces of the transformed individuals; although they were prepared, the sheer killing intent still made their hearts tighten.

But this strange feeling only lasted a few breaths. In a sense, everyone in the Biyou Village team had guessed in advance that they would take action. After the initial tension subsided, they gradually calmed down, but remained vigilant.

Upon hearing his companion's advice, Old Honey, the temporary leader, glanced at the Biyou Village troops standing ready ahead. Then, a strange, seemingly serene smile spread across his lips. Without warning, the swarm of bees behind him suddenly erupted in chaos, their stingers emitting dangerous, multicolored glows—red like blood, blue like ice, green like poison—densely clustered together, resembling a moving, colorful ribbon.

As the old bee slowly uttered the words, "Very well, kill them all to avoid any mishaps," the swarm surged directly toward Biyou Village, the buzzing of its wings almost tearing at our eardrums.

Qiu Rang was no fool. Since he knew that the other side had someone who could play the trick of controlling 'bees', he had naturally made preparations.

Seeing the swarm of bees approaching, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a short stick. With his other hand, he removed the cap from the end of the stick—it was a brass tinderbox. The carved flame patterns were exceptionally clear in the sunlight, and the outline of each flame looked alive.

"call--"

After grinning, Qiu Rang puffed out his cheeks and blew hard on the tinder. In an instant, a towering wave of fire and thick smoke surged from the top of the tinder and crashed down on the bee swarm.

The orange-red flames licked the air and leaped upwards, while thick black smoke writhed in the fire like a living snake, weaving together to form a wall of fire half a person's height. Under the scorching heat, the surrounding air was distorted, and even the leaves of distant leaves curled at the edges.

But the swarm of bees seemed not to see it, and continued to rush into the wall of fire.

As is well known and often said, Fire-type moves are extremely effective against Bug-type moves. When wave after wave of bees crash into the fire, they fall to the ground like burning paper balls, quickly turning into charred ashes.

As the sweet aroma in the air grew stronger, it was like overcooked caramel mixed with burnt honey, cloyingly sweet yet with a pungent, bitter aftertaste that made one's throat tighten.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Perhaps the 'caramel' flavor was too sweet for everyone present. Not only in Biyou Village, but even on the Yaoxing Society side, some people coughed loudly from the sweetness.

The coughing unwittingly became cover for the footsteps, and a white light pierced through the thick smoke, rushing forward.

It was Qiu Rang's goggles that were truly effective, greatly enhancing his eyesight. He spotted the swift afterimage and, no longer covering his mouth and nose to hide the sweetness, shouted loudly, "Retreat! They're charging!"

In the blink of an eye, before the warning sound had even finished, the sword had already pierced through the thick smoke and was heading straight for Qiu Rang's throat.

The sword gleamed with a soft, milky-white light under the sunlight, like a piece of mutton fat jade soaked in water. Only the scarlet tip of the sword, like a drop of congealed blood, drew a thin red line as it moved at high speed.

The swordsman was the bald man dressed in luxury goods. At this moment, nine blood-red rings floated on his head, looking unusually sinister against his fair scalp, like nine blood scabs.

Qiu Rang immediately unleashed his inner energy and retreated rapidly. The moment he stomped his feet on the ground, the soil and rocks beneath his feet shattered into dust with a "crack".

His body was like a pebble that had been launched backward, staggering eight or nine meters before he turned to the right, barely managing to avoid the deadly white light. He knew very well that his close combat skills were no match for it, so he quickly lowered his left hand, and the food pouch at his waist landed with a "snap" in his palm.

boom!
The moment the explosion occurred, thick white smoke, like spilled paint, spread around Qiu Rang. Before the smoke had completely settled, more than a dozen crudely designed "Ru Hua" cars leaped out like tigers that had been waiting for a long time.

In their iron and wooden hands, each clutched a gleaming weapon—an axe blade rusted, a battle-axe gleaming, and hooks and forks stained with brownish-gold.

It could indeed be gold juice. After all, in Biyou Village, the job of shoveling latrines was left to the likes of Ruhua. Isn't it normal to have gold juice on the latrine pitchfork? It's not really anything strange.

Getting back to the main point, since they already had axes, halberds, hooks, and forks, these women naturally also carried heavy swords, spears, and hammers. In short, every weapon they carried exuded a ruthless power capable of crushing bones.

Without the slightest hesitation, these beautiful women charged towards the monk in unison, their slashes creating a whistling sound as their weapons grazed the air. The deafening roar almost lifted the roof off. Though lacking in quality, their sheer numbers allowed them to engage the sword-wielding evil monk in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

In this vast arena, the melee wasn't limited to just one spot. The others had already found their targets, and no one was idle.

Seeing the scene, Zhang Kun frowned suddenly, shielding everyone in front of him. Using the chaos and smoke from the fight ahead as cover, he lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his body silently sank downwards like an eel. With the aid of his Earth-Traveling Technique, the soil seemed to transform into gentle water, automatically parting to create a path for him. In just a few breaths, he had already submerged deep underground.

The Earth Immortal was not blind underground, and Zhang Kun could clearly perceive the movements on the surface. However, he did not attack blindly. Instead, he targeted Luo Rong's position—the member of the Yaoxing Society was coughing incessantly from the sweet, cloying smell of the dying bees, making him an excellent target.

Of course, it's not unreasonable to say that Zhang Kun was angry and wanted to retaliate.

Zhang Kun's eyes narrowed, and after lurking underground for a while, he suddenly reached out from directly below Luo Rong, his five fingers gripping the opponent's ankle with pincers. With a low shout, he activated the "Heart-to-Heart Decapitation Technique"—a move that drags the opponent underground, leaving only their head exposed on the ground, making them look utterly pathetic.

The people of Biyou Village had long since developed a tacit understanding that required no words. Upon seeing Zhang Kun's actions, it was as if they had received some kind of signal, and they immediately cooperated, sending numerous flying props flying towards Luo Rong's head.

(End of this chapter)