Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 215 Matching
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The stone was light and agile, but the speed of its flight, enhanced by Zhong Xiaolong's Finger Flicking Divine Skill, was still faster than a person's movement. The alarm bells in the green-robed man's body immediately went off, and he dared not be careless any longer, forced to retreat and defend.

His reaction was extremely fast. With a flick of his wrist, the closed iron fan opened again with a "whoosh," the fan surface acting like a shield, accurately blocking in front of him.

When the pebbles hit the fan, they made a crisp, crackling sound. The force was so strong that the man in the blue robe trembled slightly in the hand holding the fan, abruptly interrupting his attack.

Once the barrage of bullets subsided, the man in the green robe regained his composure, though a hint of surprise still flickered in his eyes.

But he was clearly not someone to be trifled with, and there was no need for him to talk much in the arena. He turned his fan and, like a peacock spreading its tail, swung it at Zhong Xiaolong again.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The moment the fan unfolded, a large number of flying stones came hurtling towards them, but they were all blocked by the iron fan.

But unlike the previous situation where the stones were directly deflected when they collided head-on, this time, as the man in the green robe gently brushed the back of the fan with his left hand, the stones that hit the fan surface seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and stopped steadily in the center of the fan surface.

As the man in the green robe gathered a faint aura in his palm and then flicked it towards his fan, the pebbles that had been attracted to the pillar seemed to be given new life. With an even more fierce momentum than before, they shot back towards Zhong Xiaolong, who was still in the air, with an extremely tricky trajectory.

Meanwhile, the battle was also fierce on the other side of the battlefield.

Suddenly, the beehive behind the old beekeeper lit up with colorful Qi light. The light, like flowing rainbow syrup, slowly permeated all the bees in the hive and gradually spread to all the bees in the area through the exchange of information among the bees.

At the same time, the old man muttered to himself and sang loudly in the style of a folk song: "Mountain to mountain, cliff to cliff, bees come from deep in the mountains to collect flowers, bees die to collect flowers, Liang Shanbo died for Zhu Yingtai."

As he sang the mountain song, his Qi formed a wave that rippled around him, and all the bees in the area began to vibrate and buzz. Even the dead bees, whether they had been burned to ashes or pierced and split in half by stones and arrows, began to strangely gather in one place.

Upon seeing this, the old bee, whose face had been frozen, revealed a strange 'happy' smile, and said, "Perfect timing, perfect timing! If... if it were like before, how could we have made this queen bee? How could we have produced that royal jelly?"

"Good bee, go! Go! Bring back the flowers!"

Ultimately, the originally scattered bees and insect corpses, drawn by the rainbow-colored Qi light, began to secrete viscous beeswax and honey, binding their bodies together.

In just a few breaths, countless bees gathered into a giant bee the size of a two-story building, a sight that would drive anyone with trypophobia crazy.

Its wings flap with a dull hum, and its 'body' is covered with an amber-colored beeswax shell, which is filled with dead bees and appears exceptionally tough.

"throat!"

A strange, bee-like roar came from the giant bee's mouthparts, and then it turned its stinger, aimed at a certain spot on the ground, and suddenly shot out several jet-black stingers.

The bee stings had a foul stench. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be formed from the compressed and solidified bodies of dozens of bees, with sticky honey clinging to their surface. When they landed, they pierced the hard concrete with a "plop," penetrating more than half a foot deep and leaving behind dark holes.

Like a frightened Rex, Zhang Kun underground could only keep changing positions and scrambling to avoid being hit by the strange bee sting.

While Mi Lao was holding Zhang Kun back, the burly boxer from Yaoxing Society wearing Yeezy shoes rushed forward.

He took a deep breath and poured all his Qi into his eyes. His eyes, which had been clouded, instantly became clear, and a faint golden light even appeared in his pupils.

At this moment, the soil on the ground seemed to become transparent in his vision, and he could vaguely see the trajectory of the flowing Qi field underground. He was like an experienced fisherman, watching the ripples on the water's surface, paying close attention to the subtle changes in the ground, searching for Zhang Kun's movements.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, locking onto a spot where the soil was loose. His right arm muscles bulged, and he transformed into a blur, delivering a powerful chop to the ground with a whooshing sound.

"boom!"

After a dull thud, the ground cracked instantly like glass struck by a heavy hammer, sending up a spray of gravel and dust that formed a ring of air.

This strike was no longer for saving lives, and therefore he didn't hold back.

Peng!
The force traveled down the ground layer by layer. Zhang Kun, underground, felt an immense force strike him, as if the entire earth was shaking. He had to forcefully twist his body to barely avoid the penetrating fist force, but his back was still bleeding from the aftershocks.

boom! boom! boom!
But it wasn't over yet. After the force of the punch grazed Zhang Kun's side, it suddenly exploded again, like an old steel knife in the hand of a tofu seller, cutting a thick layer off the ground and splitting it into two large pieces of soil that flew upwards.

The boxer's purpose was very clear: to force the Earth Immortal out of the ground. But to his surprise, when he unleashed this 'diffusion and excision' attack, he found no trace of Zhang Kun in the soil he had torn up.

When the boxer saw that his planned routine had failed, he frowned. But when he focused his energy on his eyes again and carefully examined the ground for two or three breaths, he still found nothing.

"Fu Zai, watch out behind you!"

Just then, a sharp warning sound came loudly towards the boxer, carrying an undeniable urgency.

The boxer named by his teammates from the Yaoxing Society, Fu Zai, tensed up all his muscles and reacted almost instinctively. He quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest to form a defensive stance, twisted his waist to the side at an almost twisted angle, and tucked his chin in slightly, hiding his neck in his shoulder socket.

This series of actions was as fast as lightning, yet it still revealed a degree of haste.

boom!
Just before he was about to get into position, he was hit by a dull but powerful impact.

Or rather, the warning came a beat too late. Despite Fu Zai's best efforts, a black telescopic baton still pierced through his defenses with the precision of a venomous snake, hurtling straight at him with a sharp whooshing sound.

Swish!Swish!
In a swift motion, the stick thrust out twice, once striking Fu Zai's acupoint, causing him to pause in his defensive posture. The next strike was even more ruthless, the tip of the stick almost grazing his taut muscles before darting into his left eye socket.

"what!"

Intense pain erupted like a volcanic eruption in front of Fu Zai's head, rushing straight to his brain along his nerves. Fu Zai subconsciously let out a suppressed growl.

But... he wasn't General Xiahou after all, and couldn't bring himself to do something as 'unforgivable as eating one's own eyes.' And after his instinctive cry of pain lasted for about two or three seconds, a cold blue light suddenly flashed in his remaining right eye socket.

The light seemed to possess a strange calming power, forcefully suppressing his churning pain, and his screams abruptly ceased.

Instead, an almost terrifying calm appeared on his face. His face, which had been contorted in agony, quickly returned to normal, leaving only the blood seeping from his empty left eye socket, leaving a grotesque mark on his cheek.

"It hurts so much!"

Fu Zai touched his bleeding eye socket with one hand, his calm demeanor like that of a psychopath who would choose to drink milk before killing someone, and said indifferently.

Perhaps his extreme calmness could suppress his pain, but it couldn't suppress his anger. After saying those words, Fu Zai stared intently ahead with his only remaining right eye, his gaze falling on the pile of earth and rocks that Fu Zai himself had previously knocked up with his punch.

Standing there was Zhang Kun, whose size had shrunk by half compared to before, making him about the height of a half-grown child. He stood on several protruding rocks and still held the blood-stained telescopic baton in his hand.

Judging from the angle and position of his strike, he had clearly been lying in wait, anticipating Fu Zai's turn.

"Ha... Bone-shrinking technique!"

Fu Zai's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and his empty eye sockets were filled with even more terror. He said, "I was wondering how you could disappear in the blink of an eye, given the size of that clod of earth. It turns out you shrank and hid inside."

Before he finished speaking, a faint mist of Qi suddenly rose from Zhang Kun's body, quickly dissipating like smoke blown away by the wind.

As the Qi mist dissipated, his body shape returned to its original state at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, he was back to his original height of about 1.7 meters.

Kun Kun tilted his baseball cap slightly, covering half of his face, revealing only a half-smile on his lips, and said, "Tu Xingsun, Di Xingxian, what? Haven't you read Investiture of the Gods?"

"Since you know I'm an Earth-Walking Immortal, how come you couldn't guess I could use the Bone-Shrinking Technique?"

Whether it was a misperception or not, upon hearing this somewhat mocking remark, Fu Zai felt an inexplicable fire suddenly surge up from the bottom of his heart, like gunpowder being ignited and exploding in his chest—a double-bang firecracker, echoing in his eyes.

A throbbing pain seemed to emanate from his empty left eye socket, and even the blue light in his right eye that was suppressing the pain almost became unstable.

You should know that in the world of supernatural beings, everyone has a fiery temper. Although his boss's magic is suppressing his emotions, Fu Zai knows that if he can't tolerate it anymore, there's no need to tolerate it any longer! In any case, it's a fight to the death.

Thinking of this, Fu Zai immediately roared loudly, his fists, which were originally wrapped around his chest, suddenly clenched, his knuckles turning white from the force, making a sharp sound as he turned around and chased after Zhang Kun, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, Qiu Rang was once again entangled by the evil monk wielding a sword and wearing 'Hermes'.

The longsword in the evil monk's hand gleamed with a chilling light, and each swing brought a whistling wind, forcing Qiu Rang to transform his [Non-Aggression] into a thick shield to parry repeatedly.

The shield and sword clashed more than ten times in a few rounds, always emitting dazzling sparks and accompanied by crisp clangs, creating layers of sound waves in the air.

Meanwhile, Qiu Rang was not idle either. While he was fully engaged in defense, he waved his hand to signal the "Ru Hua" around him to come forward and provide support. Those crudely made mechanical puppets immediately raised various weapons and struck and stabbed at the evil monk's vital points, trying to disrupt his offensive.

It must be said that this wicked monk is indeed quite skilled. His movements appear to be wide and sweeping, but in reality, they are subtle and ingenious. His steps are like shooting stars chasing the moon, and he can always avoid the attacks of the "Ru Hua"s at the last second.

He wielded his longsword with great skill, the sword light weaving into an impenetrable net that protected him completely.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the evil monk suddenly swung his longsword behind his back, his lower body suddenly sank, and his wrist twisted rapidly, the longsword swirling around his back in a huge sword flower pattern.

The sword flowers, like blooming lotuses with red centers, carried a sharp edge, deflecting all the weapons thrust by the surrounding "flowers".

As the clanging sounds of collisions continued, more than a dozen long weapons were shaken and bounced away, and the bodies of the "flowers" swayed slightly due to the force.

Immediately afterwards, the evil monk suddenly reached out, his two fan-like fleshy hands like iron clamps, precisely grabbing the neck of a "flower" robot and forcefully lifting the half-person-high robot up.

However, he wasn't stupid. He naturally knew that these things that didn't look human weren't human at all, and Captain America's act of choking the robot was certainly not without reason.

He deftly used the "Ru Hua" (a type of firearm) behind him, blocking the iron pellets fired from the two "Ru Hua" in the distance. The thumb-sized iron pellets hit the metal shell of the "Ru Hua" with muffled "plop" sounds, but failed to harm the evil monk in the slightest.

Having done all this, the evil monk did not stop. He took another long stride and charged straight at Qiu Rang like a tiger descending the mountain, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty ferocity.

Swish!
The longsword flashed with a cold light as it slashed horizontally, its wind incredibly sharp.

Chou Rang reacted extremely quickly, his feet suddenly shifting, his body sliding half a meter to the side and back, narrowly avoiding the sword strike.

However, the evil monk was prepared. Seeing that his horizontal slash missed, he quickly twisted his wrist, and the long sword suddenly transformed into the shape of a crane's beak. Using the momentum of his forward charge, he closed in on the monk.

Swish!Swish!
He moved with light steps, sidestepping like a ghost to avoid Qiu Rang's blind spot. The long sword in his hand, like a crane's beak poised to strike, suddenly lunged forward, precisely pecking at Qiu Rang's right hand holding the [Non-Aggression] weapon, clearly intending to disarm him of this magical artifact.

However, the changes in [Non-Aggression] far exceeded the evil monk's expectations.

Just as the sword tip was about to touch Qiu Rang's skin, the purple plate, which was originally in the shape of a shield, suddenly deformed with a "crack" and instantly turned into a long sword about the length of an arm.

Qiu Rang, a close-combat enthusiast, gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, deflecting the incoming thrust. He then twisted his body, using the momentum of the opponent's sword to slash out, aiming straight for the evil monk's face.

(End of this chapter)