A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 185 Making a Grand Debut

Perhaps he overestimated the organization's ability to act, because Guan Luoyang did not wait for immediate retaliation at the base.

It wasn't until the doctors called by the sheriffs confirmed that the clones were able to live without the culture medium that they were rescued from the culture chamber, wrapped in clothes, and put on ambulances.

Harry left some people to guard the base, and asked Guan Luoyang to come to the surface. He got into the sheriff's car, and the sheriff's black car led the way. The convoy left from the seaside, passed through the park, and drove onto the main road.

Between 8 a.m. and 12 p.m. every day, the fighting arenas scattered throughout Violet State are at their busiest, with people gathering inside and outside these arenas of varying levels, waiting for the results of the matches.

Traffic on the street is light.

The sheriff's convoy soon drove onto the bridge leading away from Goldfinch Island. Less than two hundred meters after crossing the bridge, at the first bend, was Harry's sheriff's office.

However, just as the convoy was crossing the bridge, Guan Luoyang's ears twitched, and he suddenly leaped out, crashing through the roof of the car.

"careful!!"

Just as he issued the warning, more than twenty figures dressed in black bodysuits and wearing helmets climbed up from under the bridge deck on both sides of the bridge.

Although these people were agile and had an excellent ability to conceal their presence, they were not yet at the three-star level. However, each of them carried a single-soldier rocket launcher on their shoulder.

This type of weapon is typically used only when large armies are deployed or during special operations. It is an assault weapon that can be used by infantry to fight tanks.

At this moment, they're giving one to each of these people of unknown origin!

Rockets with tail fins roared down towards the various convoys.

Guan Luoyang stepped back and landed on the ambulance. His powerful internal energy surged out like a raging blue wave that swept across the sky, repelling all the rockets that were heading his way.

The rockets exploded one after another, creating smaller ripples in the blue air currents.

However, even if some of the steel ball fragments that exploded penetrated the viscous blue energy, they no longer possessed the power to kill a human. When they hit the car doors and windows, they only made a clanging sound.

The sheriffs in front had also reacted and raised their guns to fire at the rioters.

But those guys casually tossed the rocket launchers off their shoulders, and another rocket launcher, ready to fire, was slung over their backs in the black pockets behind them.

The sheriffs in black uniforms turned pale with fright, and they all shoved open the car doors and fled.

The next moment, several rockets pierced through the outermost cyan energy, blasting the two cars at the front into the air and causing them to flip and explode on the spot.

Guan Luoyang was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but wonder whether the organization behind this cloning base was really powerful enough, or whether Violet State had become this free.

Following the legalization of gun ownership and street fighting, it seems that in the near future, Violet State might legalize rocket launchers.

Harry, leading the sheriff's best fighters, charged toward the thugs on both sides of the bridge.

Guan Luoyang simply looked up and unleashed a palm strike from a distance.

A curly-haired man in a tuxedo took half a step forward from the steel cables slung high above the bridge and fell.

During his fall, he flipped halfway, head down and feet up, and the sword in his hand pierced through the blue palm print. Just as he was about to reach Guan Luoyang's head, he suddenly spread his arms and, like a gliding swallow, drifted to the side.

The slender sword pierced Guan Luoyang's right rib from an unbelievable angle.

According to the classification of modern fencing, this sword should be considered a foil sword. It is 110 centimeters long in total, with a blade length of 90 centimeters and a weight of no more than 500 grams.

The history of fencing is very ancient; it is said that fencing classes existed in ancient Greece as early as the 11th century BC.

In medieval Europe, fencing, along with horseback riding, swimming, hunting, chess, poetry recitation, and javelin throwing, was listed as one of the seven noble sports of knights.

Later, due to the popularity of fencing, in order to satisfy the hobby of gentlemen and nobles without endangering their lives, the foil, a thin and light sword made of flexible steel, gradually emerged.

However, if those court sword masters who pursued safety and promoted foil swordsmanship back then had seen the foil sword in the hand of this curly-haired man, they would have immediately separated the words "foil swordsmanship" and "safety" from each other in their minds.

His sudden thrust caused even the majestic divine robes on Guan Luoyang to be slightly agitated and restless.

If it hits, even the hardest bones and teeth in the human body will be pierced through by the sword tip as easily as air.

Ding! ! !

Guan Luoyang's right fingertips gleamed with a sharp, bluish light, like the beak of a raptor. He pecked down, and his thumb, index finger, and middle finger gripped the middle of the slender sword.

At that very moment, a hole suddenly appeared in the azure energy in front of Guan Luoyang.

His head seemed to be struck by a sudden, tremendous force, and it snapped backward.

On the rooftop of an apartment building on the other side of the bridge, a long, dark gun barrel, surprisingly not reflecting sunlight, is wielded by a one-eyed, white-haired, muscular man. Its sleek, intricate design, combined with its terrifying power, creates a deadly weapon.

This gun has a maximum range of 3,500 meters, and the bullets leave the barrel at a speed of more than three times the speed of sound.

As a sniper, this man underwent the most rigorous stealth training, enabling him to be so convincing that even rattlesnakes would ignore his presence. He also had an auxiliary chip installed in his brain to minimize the chances of being detected by highly perceptive fighters who might sense his killing intent beforehand.

Such a shot once killed a fighter with a four-star rating in a real test.

The target that destroyed Base Four obviously couldn't escape such a shot either.

As Guan Luoyang was shot, the curly-haired man wielding a dagger continued his relentless thrusting attack.

His sword was already clamped, but the reason for using a fencing sword was that this sword was unusually fragile at times. Almost without hearing the sound of metal breaking, the blade was already split in two from the part where Guan Luoyang's fingers were clamping it.

The second half of the blade continued to pierce Guan Luoyang's ribs, penetrating his chest cavity and internal organs.

Guan Luoyang tilted his head back to the right and looked at the curly-haired man, whose mouth was wide open and teeth were clenched.

A small lump of deformed metal, still carrying the intense heat from friction, was firmly resisted by his teeth.

The next instant, Guan Luoyang spat out that small, severely deformed lump of metal, which struck the fencing man's skull, sending him flying backwards towards the bridge from the right side.

Guan Luoyang looked towards the other side of the bridge, raised the broken half of his sword, and threw it with force.

The one-eyed sniper flipped to the side, narrowly avoiding the broken sword, but his partner wasn't so lucky.

That expensive sniper rifle looked like it had been subjected to a series of explosions; from the barrel to the stock, it was blown to pieces and was in a terrible state.

The curly-haired man was not dead yet. He landed on the side of the bridge and was about to struggle to get up when a figure on a yacht below the bridge soared into the air, jumped thirty meters in a straight line, and landed on the bridge.

This man kicked the curly-haired man's wrist, then knelt down, pressing his knee against the curly-haired man's neck, and looked up at Guan Luoyang with burning eyes.

"Is this the gentleman who just destroyed a clone base on the west coast of Goldfinch Island?"

The burly man with short blond hair and a scar on his face said loudly, "My name is Faki. I came here to invite you after hearing about your deeds."

(End of this chapter)