High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 78 Protective Blood Aura? I'll smash you to pieces with one shot!

"Scatter! It's a second-tier Blood Fusion user!"

The squad leader downstairs roared fiercely and hurled his empty assault rifle at the gaunt man in mid-air.

Ordinary armor-piercing rounds can only make a sound when they hit that dark red protective shield; they can't penetrate it at all.

The gaunt man crashed onto the muddy ground at the alley entrance, the puddles beneath his feet exploding with a roar.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaunt face covered with thick, purplish-black veins.

The fingernails on all ten fingers suddenly grew by about an inch, turning a nauseating bluish-black color.

"Anyone who blocks my way shall die!"

The man forced out a hoarse, whistling sound from his throat.

Without any hesitation, he transformed into a dark red afterimage, crashing straight into the newly dispersed guard formation.

That's too fast.

A retired veteran only had time to raise the alloy shield in his hand.

A sharp, grating sound.

The gaunt man's right claw slammed into the shield, tearing through the three-centimeter-thick alloy plate, and five bluish-black fingernails instantly pierced through the veteran's chest.

The veteran let out a scream as five deep, bone-revealing bloodstains appeared on his chest.

As soon as the blood gushed out, it turned an eerie purplish-black color upon contact with the air, and even emitted a pungent white smoke.

The deadly poison attached to the wound instantly surged back up with the blood.

The veteran convulsed, his exoskeleton armor went out of control, and he collapsed to the ground, completely losing his combat effectiveness.

In just one exchange, a huge gap was torn open in the solid defense line.

"Medics, save lives! Everyone else, stand back!"

Zhang Hao's roar came from the side.

He rushed to the front and immediately threw away the useless gunpowder weapon in his hand.

He drew the azure blue standard alloy longsword from behind his back.

He unleashed his formidable cultivation at the third level of the Meridian Opening Realm without reservation.

Pure, light blue internal energy surged forth from the right hand holding the knife, directly covering the blade.

[Bladed by Blade's Edge]!

The entire longsword instantly swelled with a sharp aura that stretched for half a foot.

Taking advantage of the momentum of his forward charge, Zhang Hao pushed off the ground with both feet and leaped into the air.

The extremely powerful and profound internal energy of the "Rock Stone Technique," combined with the most powerful "Press" technique from the "Eight Forms of Breaking the Army," cleaved down towards the top of the skinny man's head!

The strike was powerful and heavy, creating a series of sharp sonic booms in the air.

The gaunt man suddenly turned his head.

He neither dodged nor avoided Zhang Hao's thunderous strike.

Without even attempting to block, he raised his dark blue claw, stained with poisonous blood, and forcefully grabbed at the blade.

"clang--!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed through the alleyway.

Zhang Hao felt an extremely terrifying recoil force coming from his hands gripping the knife. That force was not only violent, but also mixed with a cold, polluting energy that was trying to penetrate his meridians.

The tiger's mouth split open instantly.

Zhang Hao was thrown back three steps, knife and all, by the shock, each step leaving a deep crater in the mud before he could barely regain his footing.

In contrast, the skinny man.

He took the full force of a blow from the third level of the Meridian Opening Realm head-on. The dark red "blood light shield" on his body only twisted violently a few times before returning to its original state.

His bluish-black claw didn't even leave a white mark.

"Is that all you've got?"

The gaunt man twisted his neck, his voice dry and harsh.

"A piece of trash who's barely reached the threshold of the Meridian Opening Realm dares to block my path? He's practically courting death!"

He made sarcastic remarks, but his actions showed no intention of continuing the fight.

The other side has a large number of people and is powerful. If he is held up, and the farm manager, who is at the Enlightenment Realm, arrives in his heavy armor, he will definitely not be able to leave today.

Using the recoil from the collision, the gaunt man suddenly exerted force with both legs.

Large areas of the muddy ground collapsed.

He leaped into the air and landed on top of the seven- or eight-meter-high wall next to him, attempting to climb over the farm and escape into the wasteland outside.

"stop!"

Zhang Hao roared and tried to chase after the wounded man with his knife, but he tripped over the convulsing wounded man on the ground and was slowed down for half a second.

The wall is a good 700 or 800 meters away from the water tower.

At such a distance, ordinary firearms simply wouldn't be accurate. And even if they did hit, they wouldn't be able to break through that monstrous blood-red shield.

Oops.

Zhang Hao's heart sank.

They watched helplessly as the gaunt man's feet were about to step onto the blast-proof netting at the edge of the wall.

"Bang!"

From the deep darkness in the distance, a muffled and piercing gunshot suddenly rang out.

This gunshot was unlike any ordinary assault rifle shot. It even drowned out the sirens blaring in the square.

The gaunt man's body leaped to the highest point in mid-air.

The old strength has been exhausted, and the new strength has not yet been generated. This is the most vulnerable and fatal flaw that all martial artists cannot exploit in mid-air.

The top of a 30-meter-high water tower.

Han Feng knelt on the edge of the sheet metal, his shoulder pressed firmly against the butt of the "Thunderfire-3" assault rifle.

The gun barrel had turned dark red due to the extreme heat, and was even spewing out black smoke that smelled of burnt engine oil.

In his right eye's "spiritual vision," the dark red, deformed energy was in a completely helpless, rigid state.

He drained nearly a third of the 950 points of Qi and Blood from the eighth level of Body Tempering in one go.

Extremely violent and pure energy was compressed to its theoretical limit inside the gun barrel.

[Master Level] Sword Qi Release!

High-frequency spiral force!

That cheap steel-core warhead, worth only two contribution points, had a ring of high-density, ultra-high-frequency rotating blood-red vortexes wrapped around its surface.

The moment it left the barrel, the bullet tore through the air with a piercing whistle, accurately traversing a distance of seven or eight hundred meters.

Above the wall.

The gaunt man's expression changed.

He felt the terrifying kinetic energy coming from the side, an energy that could completely shatter him.

But he was in mid-air and couldn't make any dodging movements.

He could only frantically urge the remaining blood gu energy in his body, concentrating all the dark red blood light on his right chest.

like water off a duck's back.

The bullet, carrying spiraling sword energy, crashed directly into the "blood-red shield."

There was no stalemate.

It was less than 0.1 seconds.

A crisp "snap" sound.

That blood-red protective shield, which even a martial artist at the Connecting Meridian Realm could withstand with a full-force strike, was like a thin, fragile piece of paper, easily torn to shreds in the face of that high-frequency spiraling, strangling force.

The bullet continued its trajectory, piercing straight through the gaunt man's right chest.

The high-frequency rotating sword energy triggered an extremely terrifying internal delayed explosion the moment it invaded the opponent's body.

"Pfft—!"

A transparent hole the size of a walnut suddenly burst open in the back of the gaunt man.

Large clumps of purplish-black venomous blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed into the air.

His lung and the veins of his entire right arm were completely shredded into a mass of mangled flesh by this attack.

"ah--!"

Screams echoed through the night sky.

The emaciated man completely lost his balance, and the remaining blood on his body dissipated.

He was like a tattered sack, crashing heavily down from the seven or eight-meter-high wall and landing in the mud pit below.

He struggled to get up, but the right side of his body was completely unresponsive, and large amounts of poisonous blood gushed out wildly from the horrific penetrating wound in his chest.

"Scum! Die!"

A thunderous roar came from the side.

Wang Defa, the captain of the farm's security team, had already rushed up to them without anyone noticing.

He was carrying an extremely heavy, large, ring-backed machete.

The power of the early stage of the Enlightenment Realm was unleashed without reservation.

The thick, earthy-yellow true energy of the "Thick Earth and Rock Technique" completely enveloped the long sword.

Wang Defa stood firmly on the ground, drawing upon the earth's energy to fuel his inner power, which surged to its peak.

He leaped high into the air and unleashed a single strike: "One Blade - Suppressing Mountains and Rivers."

He and his sword transformed into a streak of earthy yellow meteor, slashing fiercely down at the heavily wounded, emaciated man on the ground.

There is no suspense.

The long sword severed the gaunt man's neck with overwhelming force.

A shriveled head covered in purplish-black veins rolled out of the muddy water. The headless corpse twitched violently a few times, then fell completely still.

One stroke and he was beheaded.

Wang Defa stood beside the corpse, panting heavily, holding a blood-dripping long knife.

He ignored the rolling head, and instead suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the darkness to the top of the No. 3 water tower several hundred meters away.

Just now, as he rushed over, ready to fight to the death, he witnessed with his own eyes the dark red streak that tore through the night.

That's incredibly accurate.

The timing of that shot was absolutely chilling.

They deliberately choose the moment when the opponent is at their highest point in the air and has no leverage to fire.

And that penetrating power—

Wang Defa looked at the large, transparent hole the size of a large bowl in the emaciated man's corpse and couldn't help but gasp.

Zhang Hao, carrying a knife, strode forward and looked down to examine the condition of the corpse.

When he saw the inward-curving, spiraling strangulation wound on his chest, his pupils contracted sharply.

The characteristics of this wound.

This is the physical trace of tearing through metal and flesh.

It's exactly the same as the huge hole on the back of the Tier 2 alloy plate that was pierced by a bullet at the abandoned firing range this afternoon!

Following Wang Defa's gaze, Zhang Hao also looked in the direction of the water tower.

"Old Zhang————"

Wang Defa swallowed hard and pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"Over 700 meters away. Nighttime. Moving target. And he shattered the protective blood aura of a Tier 2 Blood Fusionist with a single shot—"

Wang Defa turned his head and looked at Zhang Hao.

"This kid your Swordsman gang brought in—he really treated that crappy rifle like a psionic cannon!"

""

Zhang Hao didn't speak, silently sheathing the azure alloy longsword back into its scabbard on his back.

He knew very well what was inside Han Feng's "Thunderfire-3" assault rifle.

Those were the cheapest steel-core bullets.