High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 74 Two-dollar bullets pierce through Tier 2 alloy plates!

Han Feng casually grabbed the tamper from the wooden table.

The rusty tin box next to it was filled with the cheapest ordinary steel-core bullets on the market.

Two contribution points are issued at once.

Even fighting a first-tier monster is difficult.

He pressed down hard with his thumb, loading the bullets one by one into the magazine of the "Thunderfire-3" assault rifle.

The metal clanged together, producing a crisp click.

Wang Meng strode into the tin shed and pulled over a broken wooden stool to sit down.

He was still clutching half a large bone that he hadn't finished gnawing on in the cafeteria.

Gu Yun stood outside the shed, looking at the dark red mud on the ground with disgust, afraid of getting his custom-made white flight boots dirty.

Zhang Hao walked over carrying a teacup with peeling paint, leaned against an iron pillar at the edge of the shed, and drank tea in large gulps.

Han Feng chambered a round, raised the rifle with both hands, and stood with his feet slightly apart.

He didn't perform the standard three-point aiming maneuver from the infantry manual, and he didn't even put his face against the butt of the rifle.

With a thought, [Spiritual Vision] is activated.

With a higher-dimensional perspective that strips away the appearance of material things, the world becomes clear and straightforward.

A straight cyan energy trajectory extended forward from the gun barrel sight, locking onto the one-centimeter-thick steel plate target a hundred meters away.

Han Feng circulated the powerful Qi and blood of the eighth level of Body Tempering.

A large amount of pure energy surged out through the meridians of his arms, flowed into his palms, and was forcibly injected into the cheapest steel-core bullet in the gun barrel.

In the visionary perspective, the microscopic structural changes of energy are fully revealed.

The Qi and blood become extremely condensed, and the volume shrinks wildly.

Dense, blood-red threads intertwine and coil at high speed inside the narrow barrel, forming an extremely small energy vortex that is rotating at ultra-high speed around the bullet.

The originally rough, yellowish copper armored warhead, enhanced by this high-frequency energy, was transformed into a cold, bluish-gray metallic luster.

He pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"Bang!"

A dull, piercing gunshot rang out.

There was no orange-red flash from the muzzle of the gun, unlike the typical flashes of burning gunpowder.

A visible red wave of air suddenly shot forward, directly scooping up the water in the muddy ground in front of it.

Han Feng felt only a very slight vibration in the shoulder holding the gun.

The enormous recoil generated by the firing of the gun is largely crushed and neutralized by the powerful spiral force attached to the bullet's surface the moment it leaves the barrel.

100 meters away.

In the center of that one-centimeter-thick solid steel plate target, without any transition process of metal twisting or deformation, a smooth and flat round hole appeared silently.

The cut surface was extremely clean and reflected a bright sheen.

Immediately afterwards, the steep earthen slope directly behind the target exploded with a loud bang.

A large clump of soil mixed with a lot of gravel was directly blown away by the terrifying penetrating kinetic energy, and suddenly spewed up a huge mud column more than two meters high in mid-air.

The strong, earthy smell mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder was carried back to the tin shed by the wind in the wilderness.

Wang Meng was opening his mouth wide, ready to gnaw on a bone, when he suddenly inhaled a large mouthful of gunpowder-smelling sand and dust. He immediately bent over and coughed violently, almost choking on his own tears.

"Han Feng—you fucking fired an armor-piercing high-explosive shell, didn't you?!"

Wang Meng coughed and shouted loudly.

The old cripple, who had been reclining in a chair with his eyes closed, suddenly sprang up from the chair.

The extremely old hydraulic mechanical prosthesis slammed heavily into the mud, making a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The old man was completely unaware that the cheap cigarette he was holding between his fingers had fallen onto his trouser leg; his eyes were fixed on the earthen slope a hundred meters away that was still emitting black smoke.

"Kid, did you enchant your bullets?!"

The old man's voice was extremely hoarse, revealing an undisguised shock.

He had been a sniper in the city defense force for half his life, and he had seen all kinds of large-caliber weapons.

But for an old-fashioned assault rifle to make such a noise is simply against basic firearms common sense.

Han Feng lowered the muzzle of the gun, blew away the remaining smoke coming out of the gas port, and felt quite satisfied.

The power amplification brought about by the mastery level sword energy release far exceeded expectations.

Those tattered bullets, each worth two contribution points, somehow managed to unleash the terrifying destructive power of a heavy sniper cannon.

The old, sick man didn't believe in superstitions at all.

He reached out and haphazardly swatted out the sparks on his trouser leg, then limped into the scrap warehouse next to the firing range.

A loud rummaging and heavy metallic clanging came from the warehouse.

A moment later, the old tumor-ridden man dragged out a thick, dark gray metal plate covered in scratches.

The plank was extremely heavy, and the old cripple struggled to drag it, carving a deep furrow in the muddy ground.

"This panel is a piece of wreckage salvaged from an infantry fighting vehicle that was decommissioned from the front lines."

Old Fuzi dragged the metal plate fifty meters away, forcefully shoved it vertically into the mud, and then moved several large stones behind it to hold it in place.

Old Tumor walked back to the shed, panting heavily, and pointed to the gray armor plate outside.

"This is a genuine Tier 2 alloy armor plate."

A typical 30mm autocannon shot would only leave a white mark on it at most.

"If you can manage to punch through this with that broken firewood stick you're holding today, I'll chew this recliner up right here and now!"

The old man's face was full of competitive spirit, his desire to win had been completely aroused.

Wang Meng stopped coughing and leaned forward to look at the alloy armor.

Zhang Hao also put down his teacup, his sharp gaze piercing through fifty meters away.

They've spent a lot of time in the wild, so they know all too well the protective capabilities of second-order alloys.

Armor of this level is a complete waste of time and energy to hit with ordinary gunpowder kinetic weapons.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Han Feng skillfully pulled the bolt with his right hand.

A second, inexpensive steel-core bullet was chambered.

He raised the gun again and leveled it.

The psychic vision locked onto the center of the armor plate in front.

This time, Han Feng held nothing back and directly mobilized the deeper layers of his body's Qi and blood energy.

An even more violent and scorching aura surged through his meridians and was forcibly compressed into the narrow space of the gun barrel.

The threads of qi and blood tangled wildly. The spiral vortex was compressed to its limit.

This intense energy buildup even triggered extremely subtle physical resonances inside the barrel.

A sickening buzzing sound emanated from inside the Thunderfire-3 rifle.

The temperature on the originally black gun barrel soared, emitting a pungent smell of burnt engine oil.

Press down hard with your index finger.

Pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

The enormous sonic boom completely drowned out the sound of the gunpowder exploding.

A dark red streak of light, condensed to its extreme, instantly traversed fifty meters of void, accompanied by a terrifying shriek, and slammed into the front of the second-tier alloy armor plate.

The extremely heavy armor plate in the mud, along with the several huge rocks behind it, was subjected to an incomprehensible and violent impact.

The entire armor plate was ripped into the air and tumbled several times.

Finally, with a loud "bang," it slammed into a muddy pit more than ten meters away.

Muddy water splashed up several meters high.

Old Fuzi's eyes were practically bulging out.

He dragged his heavy, mechanically crippled leg and ran over at an extremely disjointed sprinting speed.

Wang Meng and Gu Yun quickly followed behind.

Old Tumor collapsed at the edge of the mud pit, gripping the heavy armor plate with both hands and forcefully flipping it over.

The scene fell silent instantly.

Even the sound of the wind blowing through the tin roof became exceptionally jarring.

In the center of the front of the armor plate, there is a round hole that is only the thickness of a thumb.

The edges of the hole exhibit an exaggerated inward spiral concavity, and the metal at the cut has undergone severe physical distortion.

Old Tumor's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and flipped the armor plate over to look at the back.

The scene on the other side was shocking.

The originally extremely strong second-order alloy was blown open, creating a diffuse, penetrating wound the size of a large bowl.

The metal cross-section is rolled outwards, and the extremely deep spiral patterns inside are clearly visible.

This indicates that at the moment of penetration, the energy carried by the bullet triggers a secondary rotational strangulation effect inside the armor, completely tearing the internal structure to pieces.

"It's through—it's fucking through."

Laozi's hands trembled violently as he forcefully touched the sharp metal barbs at the edge of the huge hole, his voice completely distorted.

The old man with the tumor looked up, his face full of disbelief, at Han Feng, who was standing fifty meters away, still holding that broken rifle in his hand.

"This outrageous penetrating and destructive power is definitely comparable to those second-tier psionic sniper cannons equipped with high-level armor-piercing cores!"

"You're holding a Thunderfire-3 that's practically broken down, and it's made from the cheapest scrap metal in my warehouse!"

The old man was extremely agitated; the wrinkles on his face were twitching violently.

He had spent most of his life working in the logistics of the city's defense forces, and all his common sense was shattered at this moment.

Zhang Hao strode over to the old man with the tumor, bent down, and picked up the piece of armor plate that had been pierced through with one hand.

He stretched out his finger and touched the internal bullet hole covered with spiral patterns.

The residual temperature at the cut was extremely high, so hot that his fingertips immediately recoiled.

This penetrating force could not possibly be caused by the impact of pure gunpowder kinetic energy.

This is some kind of extremely condensed, high-speed rotating unknown energy that, upon contact with the armor surface, performs an incredibly terrifying physical cut and pulverize.

Zhang Hao carried the heavy armor plate and turned to walk back to the tin shed.

With a loud "bang," he threw the board heavily onto the muddy ground at Han Feng's feet.

Zhang Hao glanced at the assault rifle in Han Feng's hand, its barrel already faintly red and smoking, and looked Han Feng up and down as if he wanted to get to know him again.

"How did you do that?"