Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 214 Meeting an opponent in chess

boom!boom!boom!boom!
call out!call out!call out!
In an instant, the villagers of Biyou Village, now with some free time, pulled out their weapons: slingshots, crossbows, light crossbows, short bows—all sorts of light ranged weapons—and opened fire on Luo Rong, whose body was mostly pulled into the ground, aiming straight for his forehead.

Among them, the most powerful technique belongs to ADC 'Finger Flicking Divine Skill' Zhong Xiaolong. He stood not far away, glanced at Luo Rong's exposed head, and with a slight movement of his arm, his ten fingers plucked the strings as quickly as if plucking a zither.

With a flick of his finger, more than ten gray shadows shot out—all of them were flying stones the size of eggshells.

Each of these flying stones whistled through the air, spinning as they hurtled towards Luo Rong's head like a net. It's not hard to imagine that if the sorcerer were hit by a stone, the Yaoxing Society would probably have to throw a huge feast.

Seeing that Luo Rong was about to be hit, the backpacker in travel clothes suddenly stopped in his tracks, clearly realizing the lethality of the attack. To prevent his side from being the first to suffer the consequences, the backpacker did not hesitate at all. He turned back like an arrow and flew towards Luo Rong to block the attack for him. His speed was so fast that he left only a blur.

During his journey, the backpacker, perhaps feeling uncomfortable in his clothes, took off his jacket and tossed it aside, revealing a long blue shirt underneath. The shirt fluttered as he ran, adding a touch of dashing elegance to his appearance.

Not only that, when faced with those incoming 'flying props', especially the pebbles shot by Zhong Xiaolong, this 'long-robed' guy didn't think of taking them head-on with his body. Instead, he reached into his robes and pulled them out, revealing a dark iron fan in his hand.

He leaped to Luo Rong's 'head' and held the iron fan horizontally, illuminating it with his qi. Then, with a gentle flick of his right hand, the iron fan seemed to come alive, unfolding with a 'whoosh,' its edges gleaming with a beautiful, mysterious light, like a cold, elegant flower.

Just as he finished his stance, the stones and arrows were about to arrive. Qingshan Ke immediately swung his arm forward, and the iron fan flew out of his hand, blocking him with a spinning force.

In the air, the fan spun around seven or eight times, precisely meeting the incoming pebbles. Each rotation of the fan was accompanied by a crisp "snap," and the 'flying props' were as if manipulated by an invisible force, deviating from their trajectory and flying sideways and falling to the ground. In an instant, dozens of 'pebbles' and 'arrows' were all deflected, landing on the ground and creating small craters.

Seeing that the flying stone had been blocked, the man in the long robe smiled smugly. With a slight flick of his arm, the iron fan seemed to hear a summons, its circling momentum abruptly halted, and with a "whoosh," it flew back and landed steadily in his left palm.

But that's not all. The man in the long gown knew the principle that prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat. Rather than being trapped in front of Luo Rong, it was better to switch from defense to offense.

In the blink of an eye, the man in the long robe gently shook the iron fan in his left hand, then sharply swept it downwards. With a few sharp "whoosh" sounds, eight or nine thin iron needles, each with a faint blue luster, shot out from the tip of the fan. They were clearly quenched with something, and with a sharp whooshing sound, they rushed straight towards Zhong Xiaolong in the distance, their speed so fast that their trajectory was almost invisible.

As the ace ADC officially certified by Biyou Village, Zhong Xiaolong's skills are naturally top-notch. Although his skills are jokingly referred to as "bird-shooting techniques" by Hei Guan'er, a temporary worker from Na Du Tong, looking beyond the surface, the fact that he could force Hei Guan'er to use tricks to get close before finally defeating him demonstrates his abilities.

Therefore, when he saw the eight or nine iron needles with a ghostly blue light rushing straight at his face, he was not flustered at all. He simply touched the ground with his toes, and his body, using the force of the step, was pulled backward at an incredible angle as if by an invisible thread.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
His backbend was as fast as lightning, his back almost bent into a fully drawn bow, his nose 'just in time' dodging the tips of the iron needles, and he could even feel the chilling aura emanating from the needles that had been coated with something.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
After dodging one wave of attacks, Zhong Xiaolong flipped over again, causing the iron needles to pierce the spot where he had been standing.

After this round of fooling around, Zhong Xiaolong straightened his back and instantly returned to an upright position like a spring. There was no panic on his face, but rather a proud look. He was obviously quite pleased with his dodge.

But his smile didn't last two seconds before he caught a glimpse of the commotion on the other side—the muscular man in the 'Yeezy' shirt was taking advantage of his fight with the man in the long robe and iron fan to stride back towards Luo Rong to help.

The burly man was now bursting with energy, his muscles bulging even more, each bronze muscle resembling a meticulously cut block of earth and stone, exuding a sense of solidity.

His rescue method was also very clever. He had obviously seen the root of Luo Rong's predicament. When he was still several meters away, he bravely leaped up and raised his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, and slammed it down on the ground.

"boom!"

A deafening roar resounded. The moment his fist struck, the ground cracked like glass struck by a heavy hammer, sending shards of stone and dust flying in all directions with the shockwave.

This brute force wasn't just for the 'explosion'; some of it was also transmitted down the ground—Zhang Kun, underground, felt a tremendous force surge from above, causing his hand holding the knife to freeze. He was forced to stop his attack, which was about to strike Luo Rong, and could only dive into the ground to hide.

Taking advantage of the moment the ground broke apart, the muscular man used one hand to protect his face from the sand and gravel, and with the other hand he bent down and grabbed Luo Rong's exposed shoulder. With a sudden tightening of the muscles in his arm, he forcefully pulled Luo Rong, who was trapped by the escape technique, out of the mud.

When Luo Rong's body left the ground, he was still covered in a large clump of mud. Although he was still in a sorry state, he had finally escaped his predicament.

From the moment Zhong Xiaolong launched his attack to the moment the muscular man successfully came to the rescue, only thirty breaths had passed. But in that short half minute, everyone on the field had already made a move, their moves seamlessly connected, each exchange fraught with hidden danger, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder, as if an even more intense melee was about to erupt at any moment.

Oh, right, it's worth mentioning that there's another battlefield that went unnoticed – the last member of the five members of the Yaoxing Society has also made a move, and he's currently "fighting" with several elite transformed superhumans brought by Biyou Village.

The fight was rather comical. The member of the 'Yaoxing Society' was carrying a large, black iron pot with some oil stains on the rim, and in his other hand he was holding a gleaming cleaver. He was using the iron pot as a shield and the cleaver as a weapon, acting like a proper sword-and-shield fighter.

His moves were completely haphazard; he wielded the cleaver with the inertia of someone chopping vegetables, and when he swung the iron pot to defend himself, he stumbled and staggered. The four transformed superhumans from Biyou Village on the other side were no better off. Two of them were stabbing wildly with the forked sticks of the five-star generals from Country Garden, another was wielding an electric baton engraved with the word 'Yongxin,' which produced faint sparks, and the last one, relying on his tough body, just kept charging forward recklessly.

The two sides went back and forth, the iron pot clashing with the stick with a loud "clang", the cleaver slashing back and forth but failing to hit anyone, and the electric current hitting the iron pot was bounced off. The scene was as chaotic as a fight in a vegetable market, completely clumsy and rigid. To put it nicely, it was evenly matched, but to put it bluntly, it was "chickens pecking at each other", which resulted in many iconic "strange" jokes.

The others around the arena naturally noticed this bizarre match, but they only glanced at it briefly before looking away. After all, there were more important battles to fight on the field, and this farcical fight didn't attract much of their attention.

Of course, if we look closely, both sides have their own reasons for choosing to ignore that 'comedy'.

The three highly skilled cultivators from Biyou Village were naturally pleasantly surprised and satisfied to see that their subordinates could actually hold off one of the enemy's men.

Although the opponent didn't seem particularly strong, the fact that this group brought them along meant they must have some special abilities. Being able to hold them off without putting them in danger meant that bringing those transformed superhumans wasn't a complete waste.

The Yaoxing Society had a similar idea. They secretly calculated that exchanging a chef named Liu Ang, who had little combat ability and could only wield a kitchen knife like a one-handed sword, for three transformed superhumans with protective magical artifacts who could cause trouble was obviously a worthwhile deal.

After all, as long as you can hold off the other side's forces and prevent them from causing trouble, you've already made a profit.

After this first round of attacks, the two sides were evenly matched, with neither gaining an advantage. The players on the 'front lines' tacitly stopped fighting and retreated to their respective 'formations' to prepare for action.

The members of the Yaoxing Society pulled something out of their pockets—a golden-brown, deep-fried, open-faced steamed bun, its crust crispy and edges slightly charred, still emitting a faint steam from inside the package. While keeping an eye on the group from Biyou Village, they carefully brought the bun to their mouths and began to chew slowly.

As they chewed, their eyes gradually sharpened, and the aura emanating from their bodies grew stronger. Their aura, which had been somewhat disordered due to the fight, gradually stabilized, and even showed signs of surpassing its previous strength. Clearly, this steamed bun was not ordinary food, but a special item that could quickly restore their condition and enhance their momentum.

Biyou Village was also busy.

Qiu Rang stood in front of the crowd and took out several faintly glowing objects from his cloth bag, distributing them to his companions one by one. They were clearly various magical artifacts from Biyou Village.

As soon as the protective magical artifacts were acquired, they enveloped the villagers of Biyou Village in a faint halo, clearly providing a good defensive effect.

After distributing the magical artifacts, Qiu Rang took out a Devouring Pouch and summoned about twenty more "Ru Hua" (a type of magical artifact).

These mechanical puppets have 'innocent' eyes, but the weapons in their hands are exceptionally ruthless. They are neatly arranged to the side, instantly enhancing the momentum of Biyou Village.

Seeing that the [Ru Hua]s were functioning normally, Qiu Rang nodded, but when he turned to look at the group of provocateurs who had appeared from 'nowhere's he knew, his gaze became serious.

He slowly reached out and took out another pouch from his robes. With a gentle twist of his fingers, he extracted a palm-sized, long strip of material. The strip was a deep purple, smooth, and its surface seemed to be engraved with fine lines, gleaming with a warm luster.

If any loyal fans of Yaoxing Society had watched the entire 'Luotian Grand Ceremony' a month ago, they would instantly recognize this thin purple panel—it was clearly the magical artifact used by a certain contestant surnamed Liu back then!
However, that contestant surnamed Liu had quite a few treasures, and this one wasn't used much at the time. Upon closer reflection, Liu probably used it either as a grappling hook or as a shield to block attacks; it didn't seem to possess any extraordinary abilities, so this magical artifact didn't attract much attention at the time.

Yes... this seemingly inconspicuous purple plate is the [Non-Aggression] that Liu Ke once used.

Once war breaks out, and the cause is shouting for battle, there is naturally no room for maneuver, and no room for further discussion.

After the five members of the Yaoxing Society had completely consumed the golden pastries, their Adam's apples bobbed, their aura suddenly expanded, their muscles tensed instantly, and their entire bodies exuded an aura like a fully drawn bow.

The next second, four of them moved at the same time, bringing with them four sharp whooshing sounds as they rushed straight towards the people of Biyou Village. It was as if the air itself was torn open by their fierce momentum.

Swish!
Amidst the whooshing sound, the man in the green robe wielding the iron fan was the fastest!
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his seemingly casual steps carrying a subtle rhythm, each step as if he were moving across the earth, leaving faint afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, he had already closed in on Zhong Xiaolong. With a slight twist of his wrist, the iron fan that had been unfolded snapped shut with a "click," and a sharp point emerged from the end, transforming into the shape of a short spear.

bass!
The man in the green robe's eyes sharpened, and his arm suddenly shot forward. The closed iron fan spear, like a cunning silver snake, pierced towards Zhong Xiaolong with a sharp whooshing sound—the target was incredibly precise, aimed directly at the black-skinned brat's throat. The tip of the fan was tinged with an eerie purple, clearly coated with potent poison; even a slight scratch would likely be fatal.

Seeing this, Zhong Xiaolong frowned. His opponent had seized the initiative and was launching a fierce and urgent attack. He was unwilling to waste his precious protective magic weapon at this moment, so he immediately twisted his waist and used a neat move, "Wild Geese Descending on the Sand - No Problem with the Buttocks".

His body traced a smooth arc in the air, his toes almost grazing the head of the man in the blue robe, the force of the movement ruffling the man's hair. In the instant he flipped over, he suddenly flicked his right hand, sending several smooth pebbles flying from between his fingers.

(End of this chapter)