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Bang bang bang!

The crowbar struck violently again and again, and after just a few blows, the man's brains were splattered everywhere, and he was dead beyond any hope of survival.

Having lived two lives, this was Zheng Xuan's first time killing someone. He didn't feel the discomfort he had imagined, probably because he spent his days retrieving corpses and had seen enough bodies to increase his tolerance.

Seeing that the man was completely dead, Zheng Xuan wiped the blood from his face, took a few steps to the foreigner, bent down and touched his waist. The fact that the foreigner had subconsciously touched his waist earlier indicated that there was something hidden there.

Thinking this, Zheng Xuan reached for his waist and found a revolver. Military enthusiasts might recognize it as a French Le Fosse M1858.

This gun was the world's first metal-cased revolver to be adopted by a regular army. It was produced in 1858 and was first used by the navy, and later by the cavalry and civilians.

This gun has a six-round capacity and contains its own primer propellant, making it far more advanced than black powder firearms that require reloading.

Zheng Xuan picked up the pistol and felt that it had a very good feel to it. He opened the pistol and found that all six bullets were in the cylinder. After loading it, he looked through it again but couldn't find any spare bullets.

So Zheng Xuan put away his gun, sprinted, and leaped, using his physical abilities that were 50% higher than those of ordinary people, to grab the two-meter-high threshold and climb out of the sewer.

Outside, Song Jin'ao had already walked quite far. The guy who had been killed by Song Jin'ao with a heart-piercing elbow lay on the ground, spitting blood. His heart must have shattered instantly. He died cleanly and neatly. Is this the terror of a martial artist at the seventh rank?

Zheng Xuan, still thinking, went to the man, touched his waist, and found a revolver.

Zheng Xuan took the revolver in his hand, with one tucked into his waistband and another in his hand, and quickly followed Song Jin'ao.

The two walked along the corridor and soon came to a staircase. There was a half-open door at the top of the stairs. Song Jin'ao told Zheng Xuan to hide underneath, and then he went up the stairs and hid in front of the half-open door, peeking out through the crack.

There was a corridor above, with seven guards patrolling back and forth. Song Jin'ao watched the guards walk past the door, saying something, but he couldn't understand foreign languages. If he could understand, he would know that they were discussing two unlucky guys who had gone out to dispose of their bodies.

"Are those two slacking off? Why haven't they come back yet after so long?"

"Who knows, maybe those two guys are sneaking a smoke down there."

"If they don't come back soon, let's go down and check on them. We can't let those two bastards slack off."

……

As the group was talking, they happened to pass by the door. Upon seeing this, Song Jin'ao did not hesitate at all and suddenly punched the last foreigner in the head.

With a bang, a punch imbued with the powerful energy of a martial arts master exploded, blasting the foreigner's head apart.

The next moment, they suddenly grabbed the second foreigner, and the sudden situation immediately alerted the patrol team. These people were clearly well-trained soldiers or veterans. They were former members of the French Royal Army, retired, and now employed by the André family as mercenaries.

The soldiers reacted quickly, pulled out their revolvers, and started firing wildly behind them.

bang bang bang~

Bullets flew, and after several bullets were fired, they discovered that Song Jin'ao was hiding behind his accomplices, while the foreigner who had been used as a shield had been riddled with bullets.

Song Jin'ao was unharmed. Then, with the corpse on his head, he suddenly charged forward. The foreigners, facing Song Jin'ao with the corpse in front of them, could no longer fire their guns.

Song Jin'ao quickly pushed his way into the crowd. At that moment, Song Jin'ao kicked away the corpse in front of him, which hit a person in front of him. With a thud, the person fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, Song Jin'ao had already charged into the crowd. With a sudden "Iron Mountain Lean," Song Jin'ao slammed into the chest of the foreigner on his right. Crack! A sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping rang out, and the man's sternum was shattered.

He died with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

At that moment, the foreigner on the left immediately pulled out a pistol and tried to aim it at Song Jin'ao.

[Facing the Wind and Rising Sun Hand] Song Jin'ao moved with agility, instantly appearing in front of the foreigner. He grabbed the foreigner's rifle, and as the foreigner tried to pull the trigger, Song Jin'ao dodged, reversed the man's arm, and turned to aim at another foreigner. Bang!

The bullet instantly killed the foreigner on the other side as soon as it left the barrel.

The other two then raised their pistols and fired at Song Jin'ao. Song Jin'ao grabbed the foreigner next to him and used the foreigner's fat body as a shield to block the bullets from the other two foreigners.

The two foreigners were terrified. In their panic, they emptied their magazines and fired all the bullets at the foreigners controlled by Song Jin'ao.

After emptying the magazine, they discovered that Song Jin'ao was completely unharmed.

"Monster, run!"

The two tried to run in terror, but it was too late. At that moment, Song Jin'ao rushed forward, delivering a palm strike and a knee strike—[A fierce tiger climbing a mountain!]

Turn around and follow up with "Three Unreserved Attacks at the Door," attacking the three fatal acupoints: cheekbone, eye point, and the bone gap behind the ear. This death trio instantly took down the two foreigners who were trying to escape.

This combo, in just one minute, claimed seven lives; the power of a martial artist at the Transformation Realm is terrifying.

It truly proves the saying: "A gun is faster from ten paces away, and a fist is faster from ten paces away."

Bang, bang, bang!

Three gunshots rang out. Song Jin'ao turned around and saw Zheng Xuan pointing a pistol at the first foreigner on the ground who had been knocked down by a corpse but was not dead. The foreigner had raised his hand and was holding a gun, clearly intending to ambush him.

However, he was shot and killed by Zheng Xuan.

"Uncle-Master Song, are you alright?"

Zheng Xuan was also shocked. Song Jin'ao's slaughter, like a tiger among sheep, had indeed frightened him. No wonder they say martial arts are killing techniques; they really can kill with a single move.

Song Jin'ao said, "It's alright, you hide first. The gunshots should attract more foreign devils."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xuan immediately agreed, bent down and picked up all the guns on the ground, hid to the side and unloaded the usable bullets to replenish his ammunition.

Song Jin'ao's ears twitched as he heard footsteps. At that moment, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. "Good timing!"

He reached behind him and took out the cloth bag, opened it, and inside were two sections of spear shaft, each more than a meter long. When joined together, they formed a gilded spear with the tip designed as a golden tiger biting the spearhead, looking majestic and extraordinary.

This is Song Jin'ao's personal weapon: the gilded tiger-head spear.

With his spear in hand, Song Jin'ao charged towards the direction of the sound. Zheng Xuan hid behind him and then saw several people suddenly appear at the end of the corridor, raising their spears to fire at Song Jin'ao.

bang bang bang...

The bullets were fired, and at that moment, Song Jin'ao swung his spear violently. Sparks flew everywhere, and then... clang clang clang...

The bullet bounced off, making a sound.

Song Jin'ao was completely unharmed and continued charging forward.

Zheng Xuan was stunned by this scene. Good heavens, catching a bullet with his bare body, is this what a martial artist of the seventh rank, a master of the Transformation Realm, is like?