High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 92 A Death Cage Woven by a Rain of Bullets!

In the thick, dark red fog, the shadows of the building, with long nails clinging to the outer wall of Warehouse No. 3, slid silently.

He was clutching a specially made lead box tightly in his arms. The lid of the lead box had been roughly torn off, revealing a fist-sized purplish-black fleshy growth inside—a [ghost fetus].

The surface of the tumor was densely covered with bulging blood vessels, which were pulsating rapidly at an eerie rhythm.

With each thud, a strong sense of malice radiated outwards, causing the long nail's blood and qi to surge.

Success!

Long Nail's feet moved with incredible speed, his pace so fast that not even a single hem of his clothes made a sound.

As long as he takes this unborn child out intact and hands it over to the old deacon, the extremely rare "bloodline" promotion spot will be his.

Once he reaches that class, he will be able to completely shed this fragile human form.

He glanced down at the communication jade talisman hanging on his chest.

A minute ago, he had already established contact with "Blood Four," who was lurking underground, through a secret method.

According to the original retreat route, 300 meters ahead, the sewage outlet, half-covered by abandoned cement slabs, was the secret tunnel temporarily dug by the Blood Fourth Envoy's burrowing insect swarm.

Once they burrow underground, they are protected by swarms of thousands of insects.

Even if those people from Donghai Martial Arts University turned the farm upside down, they wouldn't be able to touch a single corner of his clothes.

Long Nail's abacus was very shrewd.

The alarm in Warehouse No. 3 just went off, and Lei Zhen and his guards will definitely rush over there.

The defenses are in disarray now, which is his best chance to escape.

However, just as he was about to accelerate and sprint,

An extremely sharp and deadly threat enveloped his entire body without warning from above.

The Shadow Assassin Gu within his body emitted an extremely sharp mental protest, frantically stimulating his cerebral cortex.

There are people in the sky!

Long Nail suddenly raised his head. Through the swirling blood mist, a white and red fighter jet with extremely conspicuous paint scheme had somehow appeared directly above him.

The exaggerated girl pattern on the fuselage gave off an indescribable eeriness in the night.

Inside the cockpit, Han Feng gripped the control sticks firmly with both hands.

His eyes were filled with the blue halo unique to [Spirit Vision].

Under the penetration of this high-dimensional vision, the thick blood mist served no purpose whatsoever as a concealment.

The optical camouflage robe with long nails, which could fool infrared and radar, truly concealed both physical and conventional energy completely.

But the long nail was overlooked in the calculation.

The fetus he was holding contained an extremely high level of energy.

In Han Feng's vision, that violently pulsating purplish-black light was even more conspicuous than a searchlight.

"You think you can just steal something and run away?"

Han Feng had no intention of uttering any nonsense. He flipped his hands over, and the 45% progress of his sword bone erupted with powerful support.

Blood and qi surged out from the connection point.

The 30mm cannon under the fighter jet's belly was preheated instantly.

boom! boom! boom!

Instead of firing a large-scale barrage, Han Feng precisely fired three armor-piercing rounds.

The master-level [Sword Qi Release] technique is frantically compressed, coating the surface of the cannonball with a layer of high-speed rotating, blood-red spiral energy.

The three shells deviated from their straight trajectories in the air, tracing three extremely tricky arcs in a triangular pattern, and struck directly at a position ten meters in front of the spike.

This is a perfect flanking maneuver. No matter whether the spike goes forward, left, or right, it will collide with the projectile carrying high-frequency spiraling sword energy.

Danger is imminent.

Long Spike had no time to make any tactical evasive maneuvers, relying entirely on the [Shadow Spike Gu] within his body to forcibly take control.

His leg bones emitted a sickening cracking sound as they dislocated, and his entire body folded backward in a posture completely contrary to human anatomy.

With a powerful thrust of his legs, he left a trail of afterimages on the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three shells struck the soil, and the enormous kinetic energy created a mud pillar as high as a two-story building.

Shards and shrapnel flew everywhere, clattering against the long-studded robes.

Long Ding broke out in a cold sweat; he was just centimeters away from crashing into the shell due to the momentum of his sprint.

But before he could even catch his breath, the sound of machine guns roared from the sky again.

Han Feng remained expressionless, slamming his foot down on the rudder and pressing the control stick hard to the right.

The fighter jet pulled out a large angle of lateral drift at low altitude.

Taking advantage of the moment the fighter jet tilted to the side, the six-barreled rapid-fire cannon mounted under the fuselage began to spin wildly.

Da da da da da!

Flames spewed out!

Hundreds of armor-piercing shells poured down like a waterfall of metal.

This time, Han Feng completely abandoned single-shot bursts.

With the blessing of the [Sword Control Technique], he treated every cannonball he fired as a flying sword.

The dense hail of bullets wove a seamless death cage in front of the spikes.

The bullets landed extremely close together, and Han Feng forcibly compressed the distance between two shells to less than two thousand centimeters.

Each shell was surrounded by a spiraling force that tore through the air, pulverizing the soil on the ground.

"You want to kill me? Dream on!"

The long nail's eye socket burst open, letting out a beast-like growl.

He knew he couldn't escape it.

This barrage of fire completely blocked his retreat, leaving him with only one path: to charge forward.

The long nail suddenly bit through the tip of its tongue, recklessly exhausting its life force and frantically squeezing out the essence and blood within its body.

This violent energy instantly poured into the [Shadow Assassin Gu].

His figure blurred again, as if he had become a piece of paper with no thickness.

Facing that impenetrable barrage of death bullets, I found a gap in the firepower that was only the size of a palm and forced my way through!

Sizzle—!

A chilling tearing sound rang out.

The spike, propelled by an overload of force, pierced through the metal cage.

But he still paid the price.

A cannonball carrying high-frequency spiraling sword energy flew past his left shoulder.

The terrifying crushing force exploded instantly, shredding the flesh and bones of half of his shoulder, turning it into a pile of mud.

Dark purple blood gushed out in a jet.

In excruciating pain, the disguise robe covering his body could no longer maintain its aura.

Fragments of light and shadow peeled off like pieces of glass.

[Mimicry and stealth], completely shattered.

A gaunt, pale-faced man dressed in a black robe was exposed without any reservation on the empty street.

The deafening roar of the machine guns firing wildly was like a bomb being dropped on flat ground in this already tense night.

"Over there! The scum has shown himself!"

From the direction of the main fortress came Wang De's hoarse roar.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent figure crashed through the thick blood mist.

Lei Zhen didn't care about any formation at all; his single eye was filled with killing intent.

The immense true energy at the peak of the Awakening Realm formed a visible wave of energy around him.

He was like a completely berserk beast; with each step he took, the thick concrete pavement cracked in large areas.

He swooped in from the side and rear at full speed, his target the exposed spike.

He clutched his mangled shoulder with long nails, gasping for breath.

He forcibly inhaled the dense blood mist surrounding him.

At the broken shoulder bone, a large number of purplish-black granulation tissues grew rapidly, intertwining with each other and forcibly sealing the wound.

This is the signature skill of the Blood Feeding Cult.

But he dared not linger for even a moment.

Behind him was Lei Zhen, that murderous bastard, and in the sky was a fighter jet with such accurate marksmanship, watching him.

With the pressure from two Qi Opening Realm level experts plus the death line overhead, if he hesitated for even half a second, he would be turned into a pile of minced meat.

Run! We have to get into the tunnel!

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters!

The abandoned cement slab has come into view, and the tunnel entrance is right below!

Long Spike could even sense the presence of the insect swarm emanating from underground. His eyes blazed with a frenzy for survival, and he slammed his right foot into the ground, preparing for one last leap.

"Get the hell down here!"

A thunderous roar came from the right front.

Wang Defa, wielding a thick-backed broadsword as wide as a door panel, charged out from the side.

He saw through the spikes' intention to go down into the ground at a glance and didn't give him a chance to get close to the tunnel.

Wang Defa gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, pouring his thick, earth-yellow rock-like true energy into the blade without reservation, and unleashed the "Earth-Splitting Wave" technique.

He leaped high into the air, knife and all, and then, using the momentum of his fall, plunged the broad tip of the knife deep into the mud in front of him.

Boom—!

The violent earth-elemental true energy exploded underground in an instant.

A visible fan-shaped gravity shockwave swept forward like a raging torrent, skimming along the ground.

The ground was completely overturned, and the soil was churning.

The overwhelming pressure slammed directly into the sewage outlet.

The several-ton cement slab, along with the surrounding hollowed-out, fragile foundation, could not withstand the destructive force of the gravitational wave. It made a dull cracking sound and collapsed with a loud crash.

The foundation subsided, and soil overflowed.

The life-saving tunnel left behind by Blood Four was completely filled in before Long Nail's eyes.

Their escape route was cut off.

Long Spike maintained his forward-leaning sprinting posture, then suddenly stiffened, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

For Lei Zhen, that mere fraction of a second of pause was enough to sentence him to death.

A gust of wind rose, and Lei Zhen's massive body was already less than two meters away from the long nail.

His thick mechanical prosthetic limb on the right side emitted a piercing high-frequency hum from its core module, and blinding red light bursts from the gaps in the armor.

He unleashed all his Breaking Qi, the peak of the Opening Aperture Realm.

Overload - Fist of Divine Retribution!

Without any unnecessary fancy moves, Lei Zhen unleashed an absolute, all-consuming violence, his iron fist hurtling straight towards the chest of the nail-like man.

Before the fist even landed, the terrifying force of the punch tore the black robe on the chest of the long-naked man to shreds, causing his sternum to crack.

We can't stop them! We'll definitely die!

The nail, trapped in a deadly situation, instantly caused its eyeballs to become bloodshot, covered with dark red veins.

Faced with this deadly punch, he not only did not retreat even half a step, but instead let out an extremely shrill, inhuman scream that pierced people's eardrums.

"Blood Escape: Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell!"

The spikes abandoned all defensive postures.

With his only remaining right hand, he gripped the pulsating "Underworld Embryo" tightly, and with the last of his strength, he flung it violently into the air above his head.

Immediately afterwards, the Shadow Assassin Gu in his heart, along with his remaining soul, was used as fuel and ignited completely.

The long nail's withered body swelled up like a balloon that had been inflated to its fullest extent.

boom-!

Just as Lei Zhen's iron fist was about to touch his chest, Chang Ding transformed into an extremely dense and dazzling mass of blood light, exploding on the spot.