A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 209 The First Blade of Wind and Cloud

It was already early morning, and the sky was bright, but the sun was not yet visible due to the thick clouds.

Perhaps it was because Violet State had intensified its burning of many things during the battles recently, but after the thick smoke rose into the sky, the clouds in the early morning were all white with a hint of gray.

The smell of burnt ash could be heard intermittently in the wind.

As Di Shaolong smelled the air, a hint of weariness appeared on his face. He said, "I know you, Magic Bullet Shooter. Before you came to Violet, you were already one of the top mercenaries in the world."

Even before you acquired the extraordinary skill of controlling the magic bullets, your reputation as a sniper without any formal training was already quite high, enough to warrant a separate file in some international organizations.

The magic bullet shooter stretched his neck, loosened his cervical spine, and said, "What do you want to say?"

"Your most recent shooting record was intercepting five high-speed drones with a single, free-traveling missile over the Atlantic Ocean, each with a top speed exceeding Mach 4."

Di Shaolong continued unhurriedly, "This is not only because of your superb skills in making and controlling magic bullets, but also because of your innate destiny and talent, the Heaven and Earth Killing Technique, the God of Guns' profound secrets, right?"

The gunner lowered the muzzle slightly, changing its aim from Di Shaolong's forehead to his mouth.

The power of destiny is incredibly diverse.

For example, Lu Chunhua's original destiny as one of the Nine Emperors of the Big Dipper was too precious and conflicted with the order of reality, which would harm her instead. This caused her relatives and sect to be unable to bear it and had to live far away and reduce their contact with her.

In general, the fate of the Magic Bullet Shooter is not as noble as that of the Nine Emperors of the Big Dipper. It will not force people to follow the path of fighting for supremacy as emperors. Instead, it can be freely developed in any era.

The saying goes, "One strike from heaven and earth, the ultimate skill of the gun god." People with this destiny will show a throwing talent that can be described as superpowers from a young age.

She has a 100% success rate when shooting with her eyes closed, and she never misses when throwing waste paper and aluminum cans into the trash can. However, as she gets older, the negative aspects of her destiny begin to show.

The basketball was bound to hit someone on the head before it hit the ground, and a piece of waste paper happened to be pressing on the still-burning cigarette butt in the trash can, causing a fire.

Eventually, it could even escalate to the point where blowing a dandelion could cause the seeds to fly into the nasal cavity of a person with severe allergies, leading to shock or even death.

A person who grows up in a morally orderly society may gradually break down due to frequent unexpected events around them.

However, the magic bullet shooter born in a war-torn region began throwing sharpened steel bars for the purpose of killing at the age of eight, and by the age of ten, he was proficient in a variety of crudely made and assembled firearms. After manually sharpening the thicker bullets, he would put them into a smaller barrel and still be able to guarantee a 100% hit rate.

Even before he knew what "fate" meant, he had already figured out, without a teacher, how to feed the invisible monster within his body that was always trying to cause harm—simply by hunting more and more valuable targets.

His destiny was fulfilled, and he gained increasing fame and income; the collaboration was very pleasant.

But when this innate secret is revealed by others, it doesn't feel quite right.

The magic bullet shooter sighed, "I never expected the person who found my hiding place to be such a talkative old nun from the orphanage."

"This is a warning, and also a show of sincerity. Before you came to Violet, you were active in war-torn areas. The people you killed were either local thugs or warlord leaders, so I have no obligation to arrest you."

Di Shaolong advised, "If you give up the power to continue fighting for the Violet Fruit, lower your gun, stay quiet, and we can avoid an unnecessary battle."

The magic bullet shooter laughed and said, "Then you'll have to prove you're qualified to fight me first."

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a sharp pain shot through his right shoulder, and he stopped abruptly.

Half a second later, the magic bullet shooter, still staring straight ahead, calmly used his left hand to pull the knife out of his shoulder.

It was a small knife, about twenty centimeters long, with a very thin blade. It was probably only good for peeling apples and pears.

With a slight flick of his finger, the magic bullet broke the blade in two; it was indeed just an ordinary piece of iron.

But even though this knife shot at him at a speed so fast that the magic bullet shooter couldn't even see it clearly, it didn't heat up or melt due to the high-speed friction with the air. Clearly, the person who wielded the knife used some kind of mysterious power.

Di Shaolong asked, "Can this be proven?"

The magic bullet shooter said, "Why didn't you just shoot me in the eyes, throat, or heart?"

Di Shaolong said, "I don't like killing people."

"It's because 'to punish without teaching is cruelty' that the first strike of a benevolent person usually only brings a warning, and that's why your first strike is the hardest to guard against, right?"

As the magic bullet shooter spoke, he quoted an ancient saying and threw away the two broken pieces of his sword. "I know who you are now. You're the number one shooter in Donghua Hong Kong Province, who is clearly surnamed Di but insists that his sword is some kind of Little Li Flying Dagger."

He laughed and said, "That was your voice signature on the mercenary website before. I did a pretty good job imitating it, didn't I?"

Di Shaolong shook his head: "That saying isn't appropriate now, but it seems you're not going to give up."

The bullet shooter's right shoulder wound had only a small amount of blood seeping out, and his right hand holding the gun seemed unaffected: "In games, there are only two endings: winning the game and getting the prize, or dying and exiting the game."

"Besides, I've long wanted to know: you guys obsessed with cold weapons have absolutely no sense of style. Compared to someone like me who's at the forefront of trends, who's really better?"

Before he finished speaking, the magic bullet shooter pulled the trigger three times.

Three prismatic, crimson crystals shot out from the muzzle in quick succession, forming a straight rainbow of light with lightning speed.

But before the first bullet reached the midpoint between the bullet shooter and Di Shaolong, a throwing knife collided with the bullet.

The sharp edge of the blade collided precisely with the tip of the first crystal bullet, shattering the blade and covering the first crystal with cracks, greatly reducing its speed.

After absorbing several Violet Fruits, the magic power that the Magic Shooter infused into his crystal bullets made his bullets much stronger than before, and their penetrating power also increased significantly.

Moreover, it did not reduce his precision in controlling the magic bullet.

Just as the first crystal was blocked, the second and third crystal bullets, which should have followed in a straight line, suddenly changed their trajectories and went around it to the left and right respectively.

With a long, luminous tail dozens of times longer than the crystal bullet itself, it streaked across the air in a brilliant red line as it hurtled toward Di Shaolong.

Di Shaolong took a small step back, holding a small knife in his right hand, standing it upright where he had originally been standing.

The two magic bullets, which had already locked onto Di Shaolong, were unable to adjust their direction again. As if bewitched, they aimed at the dagger and shot towards it.

The magic bullets struck the knife simultaneously from both sides. The knife was shattered beyond repair, and the bullets exploded due to the impact, scattering into sesame-sized crystals.

Only then did the sound of the three bullets fired earlier rang out, three bangs overlapping each other.

The gunslinger was still rapidly pulling the trigger, firing three more shots. To onlookers, it sounded as if the sound of his first burst of fire had become the sound of his second burst.

To achieve millimeter-level shooting accuracy, the Magic Bullet Shooter can control three Magic Bullets at a time. If any of them break, a new one can be immediately added to maintain the same number.

This time, his trajectory was even more unpredictable. Some of his shots took a large detour, traversing a area larger than the entire rooftop, while others followed a curved path with fluctuating peaks and troughs.

Another one shot directly into the building and disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.

With a flick of his fingers, Di Shaolong produced another complete throwing knife in his palm.

Before the knife was even fired, the magic bullet shooter had already made a dodge move, flipped over, and fell off the rooftop railing.

A faint, ethereal, sharp shadow followed closely behind, sweeping past.

The paper airplanes on the railing all took flight, shattering into handfuls of snowflake-like scraps in the wind.

The two sides in the battle are no longer within each other's sight.

However, the magic bullet has the feature of automatic tracking, and Di Shaolong doesn't need to see the enemy when he focuses on his attack.

In fact, although they could no longer see each other, they could perceive each other's subtle movements even more clearly than before.

Di Shaolong "saw" the little habit of the Magic Bullet Shooter when he pulled the trigger: the hairs on his little finger stood on end, sensing the effects of wind direction, humidity, and temperature.

The magic bullet shooter saw for the first time Di Shaolong's knife-wielding movements.

He first looked at his throwing knife with a kind and compassionate gaze.

Then, the blade cut through the wind, the air, the sky, and the light, and flew away!

The ancient Donghua Kingdom has collected martial arts classics from all dynasties, encompassing fists, palms, fingers, legs, knives, spears, swords, halberds, lightness skills, internal energy cultivation, sound wave training, and all eighteen kinds of weapons, totaling more than 13,000 kinds.

After entering the new century, they used the supercomputer "Wulin" to refine and simplify these martial arts techniques, and calculated and deduced fourteen training methods with the lowest entry threshold and the highest potential.

Wind, fire, thunder, lightning, Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, extreme evil, benevolence, and righteousness—these fourteen characters, each representing a path, are collectively known as the "Fourteen Unique Principles for Protecting the Nation."

Di Shaolong's external fighting style is Little Li Flying Dagger, while his internal training is the Benevolent One among the Fourteen Greats.

A benevolent heart shines through the ages; the first sword in the winds and clouds.

………………

"Guan Luoyang".

Shenwu Maha said, "It was you who killed Faki and Tiebo."

Guan Luoyang glanced at the people around him and said, "Originally, it wasn't just about killing those two, but I didn't expect that even after they were burned to ashes, this Jubei could still be resurrected."

Owen reached out and wiped his forehead. The wound had healed, and not a trace of blood could be seen. He chuckled and said, "I thought you would wait until we had a complete victory with Shenwu Mohe before you made your move."

"Showing your face so early makes things a bit interesting. Are you going to team up with us to take down Shenwu Mohe first, or are Shenwu Mohe and I going to team up with you to take you down first?"

Guan Luoyang scrutinized Owen's current appearance and said, "This is the body you truly use for battle... Do you know why I revealed myself so quickly?"

"You mean because you're going to kill me with your own hands?"

With a broad smile, Owen pointed towards Qushanduo and said, "Let me remind you, Shenwu Mohe is preparing to resurrect an ancient monarch from your Donghua. He seems to be a very powerful person from two thousand years ago. If you start fighting me, he might gain an absolute ally halfway through the battle."

Guan Luoyang tilted his head, his eyebrows twitching slightly: "So that means I don't have time to waste with you."

He shut his mouth and delivered a simple step-forward push, his body undulating forward, yet his aura was astonishing. The azure energy surged and expanded, with lightning flashing and intertwining within it, resembling a furious dragon amidst the azure clouds.

Guan Luoyang's body overlapped with the head of this raging dragon. To be more precise, his palm was the frontmost and most fierce part of this raging dragon.

The speed of that stride was even more terrifying.

For Irving, who was directly in front of him, it was as if the air in front of him suddenly bulged, and the airflow, dust and light were pushed out in all directions, leaving a gap in the middle.

The person who was originally far away suddenly leaped to fill the gap and pushed forward with a palm.

Owen was a master of fighting theory, a grandmaster who founded his own school, and he could easily see that Guan Luoyang's palm strike was not something he could take head-on.

If you clash head-on with him, the internal force of his palm strike will surge higher and higher, pressing down layer upon layer until it crushes the obstacle in front of you.

Unfortunately, Guan Luoyang's attack was too fierce. The omnipresent bioelectric currents and celestial and terrestrial magnetic fields were so intense within the area he swung his palm that rubbing two dry objects together could cause an electric shock and fire.

Irving was conscious enough to react, but his body instinctively hardened, raising his arm to block the attack.

His body betrayed him in a small way at this crucial moment.

Owen's pupils shrank drastically, and his face changed drastically. He had no time to feel surprised and could only make the best of a situation. He mustered all his strength and used the "Small Heavenly Orbit Twin Snakes Killing Each Other" technique to deflect the force.

But after he withstood the blow, he suddenly felt that everything around him that he could use for leverage had disappeared. The gravity that he was used to was abandoning him and moving away. The ground was no longer within his reach, and the air currents were all pushing him backward in the same direction.

If it were just a retreat, that would be fine, but as Guan Luoyang reached out and grabbed while pursuing, the violent airflow directly pulled his body back, once again meeting the full force of the six combined attacks.

In an instant, Owen's body flew over a thousand meters away, taking hundreds of heavy blows. He couldn't count how many he blocked, but he knew he hadn't been able to deflect the force, or even have a chance to unleash his special technique.

Finally, after being knocked away once again, Guan Luoyang stopped and let out a long gasp.

"A golden opportunity!!" Irving's spirits lifted, and he roared with ecstatic joy, "Great Celestial Orbit..."

He sensed something was wrong. He clearly wanted to make a move, but his body went limp and collapsed, as if smoke was still rising from his body and everywhere else.

"What's going on? My...my...Great Celestial Orbit...Infinite Serpent, it hasn't even had a chance to appear in the world yet..."

Irving's voice trailed off, his mind became muddled, and he was unable to speak.

"You use so many underhanded tricks to tarnish other people's character and privacy, and manipulate genes, but you haven't even been able to understand or tame your own body properly."

"Even if you are only slightly slower than me, and your pure strength is even greater, and your combat skills are superb, in front of me you are nothing more than someone who has put on superhuman armor and has only exposed their neck for me to cut..."

Guan Luoyang lowered his head and uttered the last words that Irving's remaining consciousness could hear: "Just a clown."

(End of this chapter)