A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 73 A Belated Greeting

Upon seeing the cannon muzzle, Guan Luoyang even seemed to hear a strong electric current stimulating the metal parts, producing a sound similar to a buzzing.

In the blink of an eye, he fell backward!

No, rather than falling, it's more accurate to say that he controlled his center of gravity, using his bow-like back as an axe blade to chop down on the ground behind him.

The wooden crates and their contents behind him were smashed to pieces when he tipped them over, and his back hit the floor of the container as the fragments flew everywhere.

boom!!!!

The sound of the cannon fire and the thud of his back hitting the ground almost overlapped.

The surging, compressed airflow left a straight white trail, narrowly missing Guan Luoyang's face before striking the inner wall of the container.

The 30-millimeter-thick steel plate of the box wall showed a faint dent, like a fist mark, amidst the resounding impact.

The dent expanded instantly, and with a blast of air, the entire box panel bulged outward, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the part where the metal deformed most violently.

The section where the box panel connected to the other steel plates also cracked due to the severe deformation, the bolts came loose, and it collapsed with a bang.

This attack, of course, wasn't from a cannon, but from a fist.

It was Dugu Hao's fist that struck.

The place where Dugu Hao was standing was at least three meters away from this box panel, yet his fist, thrown into the air, could still cause such damage.

If Guan Luoyang had chosen to take the hit head-on, even if he had managed to, he would probably have paid a considerable price.

However, there is never a reason to fight head-on. The techniques developed in martial arts are at least 70% designed to avoid simple head-on collisions as much as possible.

Guan Luoyang slapped the floor beside him with both hands, his body suddenly sprang up, and his upper body leaned and pressed down on Dugu Hao's face with incredible speed.

When Dugu Hao threw that right punch, his aura was clearly released by more than half, and the power contained in his body seemed to have weakened a bit. However, he was a veteran of many battles, and his left fist was pressed down on his waist, waiting for the moment when his opponent would launch a strong attack.

The illusion of the cannon barrel pressing down seemed to reappear for a moment. Dugu Hao pulled back his right arm and threw out his left fist in the same direction.

This punch still had 70% of the power it had before.

But this time, Guan Luoyang turned to the side the instant before Dugu Hao threw his punch.

His evasion was premeditated. The rapid shift of his body's center of gravity and the smooth, flawless coordination of his skin and bones made him move like a soft, rotating column of wind, grazing the edge of the punch and bypassing Dugu Hao's side.

With a supple and powerful arm, he spun like a top, sweeping out from behind Dugu Hao and clamping down on his waist and abdomen. At the same time, a foot also kicked the golden ankle.

Five grappling techniques, including the Silk Entangling Technique, the Swimming Dragon Eight Trigrams Great Swing, and the Upside-Down Willow Branch!

Dugu Hao lost his balance and flipped over, his head slamming down onto the floor of the shipping container.

At the last second, Dugu Hao's golden palm protected his head, causing it to dent five or six centimeters into the ground. His head wasn't completely flattened, but he was still shaken and felt a sharp pain and dizziness.

But his heel also slammed into Guan Luoyang's shoulder, causing him to stagger back two or three steps.

Dugu Hao's body remained upside down for half a second before falling to one side.

Guan Luoyang was about to seize the opportunity to kick him and break his waist, but he felt a chill down his spine and dodged to the side.

A flash of cold light shot out from behind him, flew out of the container, and embedded itself in another container outside, all the way to the handle. It turned out to be a kitchen knife used for cutting fish.

"court death!"

The moment Guan Luoyang uttered the word, his figure spun around abruptly.

The chef's uniform figure that approached him from behind had its arms tightly guarding its upper body, blocking all attacks aimed at his head, neck, waist, and ribs.

However, Guan Luoyang's changes between palm and fist had long since reached the point of being able to do whatever he wanted. After a rapid series of punches, a sudden straight punch passed through the gap in the opponent's arms and hit the opponent's right chest.

The chef was sent flying backward, spitting out blood and foam, but his hands suddenly clasped together, trying to grab Guan Luoyang.

The three brothers had followed Dugu Hao for so many years, but today the second and third brothers had been caught off guard and died suddenly. The eldest brother, dressed as a chef, had regained his senses after a sudden shock, grief, and pain.

He was sober, even a little indifferent and lonely, as if he had long expected this day to finally come.

When the three brothers joined the gang with Dugu Hao, it was during the most chaotic period in the Singapore-Malaysia region. Back then, to climb the ranks, you had to get your hands dirty with blood every day before you could earn money and eat food that tasted of blood.

Having witnessed so many others being beaten, chased, and losing their families, the chef had long anticipated his own fate. It wouldn't be surprising where he died or at the hands of anyone.

He only asked to live one more day, to have a full meal, to sleep with a woman for one night, to indulge in a moment of arrogance, until the day he dies…

"It's enough if we die together."

The chef's face, with its high cheekbones and sharp jawline, was covered in blood, and his eyes gleamed with a knowing look.

Guan Luoyang was gripped on the shoulders with both hands, his whole body vibrating with force, and he pushed with all his might, turning his fist into a palm.

The chef's body suddenly accelerated and crashed outwards. Two mechanical arms tore apart from his torso at the shoulders, and long, thin wires were pulled, snapped, and sparks flew.

Guan Luoyang shook off the two mechanical arms on his shoulders, but suddenly a layer of goosebumps rose all over his body, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and a chill went straight to his heart.

He felt with profound clarity the image of the electrically powered cannon that appeared behind him.

This time, the feeling was more intense and real than the first punch.

Even on the two previous occasions when the shells and strong electric currents corroded the gun barrel, the acrid white smoke that emanated from it seemed as if it could be smelled by the tip of the nose.

Guan Luoyang even heard his own frantic heartbeat.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump...

dong dong!dong dong!dong dong!

No, they are two different heartbeats.

One urgent, pressing heartbeat comes from oneself, while the even more chaotic and disordered heartbeat comes from those who once faced this cannon.

On the battlefields of Africa, bullets and flashes of light from broken power lines were everywhere.

The young Dugu Hao felt a scorching heat brush past him. In the distance behind him, an armored vehicle exploded into a ball of fire, engulfing the lives of more than twenty mercenaries.

There were more than twenty burly men, fully armed and carrying guns, their blood seemingly flowing with alcohol, and they always smelled of alcoholism. If they were to arm wrestle, half of them could beat me.

In that instant, without even a howl or a change of expression, they were all reduced to lingering smoke and scattered debris in the fire.

Ahead, the source of that intense heat was the muzzle of a cannon, from which white smoke was rising.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump...

That one second of memory became an image he couldn't forget. Later, when he had mechanical limbs, the memory etched into his brain unknowingly became his fighting capital.

He unconsciously mimicked the aura of that cannon, and with this kind of boxing technique, he repeatedly turned the tide in adversity.

This is—the American Type 3302 electromagnetic railgun fist!

"die!!!!!"

Despite his dizziness, Dugu Hao let out a low growl and threw another punch.

In the midst of an indescribable experience, Guan Luoyang suddenly understood the difference between the threat of the cannon illusion he had repeatedly felt and the illusions of the Ming Dynasty world.

It is barbaric.

This illusion, born from the deepest emotions and spirit, is far more savage, intense, powerful, and real than the illusions of the Ming Dynasty.

All illusions in the Great Ming world are created by using rational knowledge to understand mysterious rituals, using one's own magical power to contact the intangible things in the outside world, and then using the intangible and intangible mysterious power between heaven and earth to influence the enemy's mind and create illusions.

There are one procedure after another, one medium after another in between.

At this moment, the punch that came from behind, with its powerful force, emanated directly from its owner and impacted Guan Luoyang's spirit.

Guan Luoyang pushed his physical strength to the limit, and after the person behind him threw a punch, he dodged nearly eighty centimeters.

His body had completely deviated from the direction of Dugu Hao's punch and was no longer on the most important trajectory, but he still couldn't truly avoid that punch.

The force of that punch struck his body from the corner, sending him flying from the entrance of the cold storage.

Guan Luoyang raised his hands to shield his head and chest, and bumped into a shipping container in front of him.

The steel plate caved in deeply, and amidst the loud cracking sound of metal deformation, blood trickled from Guan Luoyang's lips. His right hand suddenly swung out to the side, catching something in mid-air.

He caught a screw that had popped off the container in front of him.

He turned around and flicked his hand.

Still feeling dizzy, Dugu Hao was pressing his other arm down towards his waist when he suddenly felt something push against his neck. He stumbled back two steps and fell down.

He reached out and touched it, finding that the surface of his neck seemed a little slippery than usual, but his metal hand couldn't provide any further details.

Before Dugu Hao could come up with an answer, darkness had already engulfed his mind and body, and he collapsed completely.

Clang! Clang!

The cold metal limbs collided with the cold container floor, only the blood flowing continuously from the throat was warm and bright red.

"cough……"

Guan Luoyang coughed, his mouth still tasting a metallic sweetness, and stood there catching his breath for a while.

This battle wasn't the most dangerous one he had ever experienced, but his mind remained unsettled. Perhaps it was because of the oppressive aura he had felt earlier, which had even made him feel somewhat disoriented.

Black Spider... Little Jiang... Threatening Phone Call...

The battle that put him in danger was nothing more than a few gang members coming to provoke him because of the small gang member they had killed earlier.

However, the strength of this gang leader was somewhat beyond his expectations. He wondered what level this level would be considered in the entire Singapore-Malaysia-Hong Kong region.

Several minutes later, Guan Luoyang returned to the cold storage and checked whether the people were completely dead.

As he moved, he bumped into a cell phone, which looked like Xiao Jiang's.

After picking up the phone, Guan Luoyang rummaged through the clutter for a bit before helping Xiao Jiang up.

The college student, who was involved in a gang, had his eyes closed and was only breathing faintly.

The so-called half hour is actually only a dozen minutes left, but with this kind of injury, it is unlikely that a regular hospital could treat it.

Guan Luoyang hesitated briefly, then took out something that looked like a pocket watch from his pocket, pressed the switch on the side, and left it in the container.

This is an item he purchased from the Reincarnator Base using 300 points.

Forgotten Pocket Watch, two-star rating.

A masterpiece by a four-star arcane master, this pocket watch has a total usage time of one hour and can be used in batches. It provides a powerful ignoring effect on inanimate objects.

They were the center of attention, yet they remained indifferent.

The effective coverage area can be freely specified, with a maximum diameter of fifty meters.

Afterwards, Guan Luoyang took Xiao Jiang back to his residence, where they found the carefully stored porcelain bottle and the few vials of medicine.

The Transformation Pill, refined by the giant python demon, had miraculous effects on skin and flesh damage. He first took out a few pills and swallowed them, then gave three more to Xiao Jiang.

Xiao Jiang's face immediately regained some color, and his breathing became much stronger, but after waiting quietly for a moment, his breathing became low again.

The Transformation Pill can heal injuries, but only if the injured person still has a certain amount of vitality. However, Xiao Jiang's vitality is clearly insufficient to support the medicine's effects.

Guan Luoyang stared at him for several seconds, watching his chest rise and fall until it stopped, his brows furrowed, before finally taking out a Sunbeam and tying it to his neck.

They're practically his people now. If they were too difficult to save, that would be one thing, but there's someone he can save right here. If he just stands by and does nothing, Guan Luoyang is afraid he'll regret it later.

So be it. The effects of the Sun's Afterglow series of potions gradually weaken. It's only the tenth one. I should still be able to complete the tendon training even without the tenth one.

Seeing that Xiao Jiang's injuries were easing and her breathing and heartbeat were becoming stronger and more powerful.

Guan Luoyang rushed back to the container and retrieved the pocket watch.

Then he called Lao An, who stuffed several corpses into the car, disguised them, and transported them back to his residence.

Yan Xiong's residence has a large basement with temperature control facilities. The bodies of Yan Xiong and Black Spider are currently kept inside.

Although Guan Luoyang hasn't yet discerned any specific clues from these modified martial artists, he understands that these True Spirit Machines will eventually come in handy in this world.

Today's performance by the man with the golden hand confirmed to him that the group known as modified martial artists in this world does not rely solely on the abilities gained from mechanical modifications. Perhaps the power system that suits him lies in this aspect.

After finishing all these things, Guan Luoyang took a shower and changed his clothes. By the time he sat back in the living room, it was already past 2 p.m., and Xiao Jiang was still asleep.

Xiao Jiang's phone rang.

Guan Luoyang took it and connected directly.

"Hey son, did your gang get into trouble the other day? Are you alright? Where are you? Can you come back so I can check on you?"

"Um... Hello, are you Xiao Jiang's father?"

(End of this chapter)