The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Dagon Tantric Practitioner (Borrowing the Star's Arm)"

"Position: Variegated (8.99%)"

"Time-space fragments +300"

Taking advantage of the lull in the stalemate, Zhang Chang'an finished reading the historical fragments he hadn't finished reading before.

"Damn it, we've run into some evil cultivators," Zhang Chang'an cursed helplessly.

The specifics are clearly explained in the historical fragments: this guy used a ritual from a certain esoteric religion in the New World to mutate his body using blue agate.

Therefore, his rank was higher than Zhang Chang'an, who had been practicing boxing honestly for almost half a month, which explains why he was so difficult to deal with.

Esoteric Buddhism, with its rituals and methods of cultivation that utilize external objects, allowed Zhang Chang'an to gain a deeper understanding of cultivation practices beyond the normal training and leveling up.

However, this obviously cannot solve the current problem.

"Bang!" He raised his knee and slammed it into the foreigner in front of him.

He was injured in the abdomen, but his face only contorted in a grimace; the rest of his body remained unresponsive. Instead, he retaliated by kicking Zhang Chang'an in return.

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an slightly turned his body and caught the kick with his hip. Although he was able to withstand the blows, he naturally didn't have much of a reaction.

But he could clearly feel that the strength in this guy's hands was gradually recovering, and even becoming stronger.

Zhang Chang'an was gripping sharp weapons with both hands, the tip of the knife in his right hand still very close to his face. But he just couldn't deliver a fatal blow.

If his left hand loosens its grip, his mutated arm will be immediately freed. He can't press down the knife in his right hand, but it's also firmly held by the guy's left hand, so he can't pull it out at all.

Looking at his eyes, and even at the blue veins that were slowly emerging on his temples and the sides of his neck—veins identical to those of the drug addicts who had previously injected themselves with blue agate—I noticed something else:

"Could it be that this guy's abnormality is spreading throughout his body?"

Zhang Chang'an dared not delay and immediately switched to the family tree page.

"Looking up martial arts abilities... no, I've basically looked through all of those, I need to practice them all. What about weapon-related abilities?"

Since purchasing the Eagle Eye Potion and Hunting Techniques, Zhang Chang'an has acquired a large number of spacetime fragments, bringing his total to nearly four figures, including those he had previously kept.

I don't spend much, firstly because the current shopping page has too little content, and the cheap items aren't very good, and secondly because it's for emergencies, which is exactly the time right now.

"A cleaver, a small Molotov cocktail, or perhaps a Winchester rifle?"

The items Zhang Chang'an was about to buy flashed by quickly.

The foreigner's expression grew increasingly ferocious, craning his neck and reaching out as if he were about to bite Zhang Chang'an to death.

The thugs in the back carriages seemed to have also run out, carrying weapons and ready to attack.

The situation was indeed urgent, and just then, Zhang Chang'an's gaze suddenly swept over Qinghe Gong's personal ability purchase page.

"[Rapid reload and rapid fire], [Hand-to-hand combat skills]... [Basic cowboy skills]?"

When Zhang Chang'an saw the description of this ability, he suddenly understood.

He then immediately twisted his right hand, which was gripping the bayonet.

"Crack!" The sound of flesh and bones snapping rang out. Zhang Chang'an exerted force, severing several fingers on the foreigner's left hand, and at the last second, pulled the blade out.

"Clang! Thud!" Zhang Chang'an turned around and swung his knife backhand, knocking the switchblade out of one of the thugs' hands. After slashing a bloody groove into the man's palm, Zhang Chang'an's blade then slashed at the arm of another thug.

His arm suddenly lost its strength, and the fist that was about to strike Zhang Chang'an naturally went limp.

Zhang Chang'an anticipated their attack on him through his hunting senses and successfully stopped it, but he didn't have time to completely defeat them.

He was now using only his left hand, relying on the pushing and gripping force provided by the robotic arm, to firmly hold down the blond foreigner.

But his strength had gradually returned, so even though Zhang Chang'an moved quickly, he still managed to push Zhang Chang'an away a little and had already started swinging his right arm.

Zhang Chang'an naturally sensed his movement, but his expression clearly showed no surprise.

He turned his head and half his body back, and then decisively swung his left hand to the left.

His left hand was still gripping the man's right arm tightly, and the drill bit was still firmly embedded inside his arm.

In addition, this guy shook his hand, trying to get rid of Zhang Chang'an.

His center of gravity immediately became unstable, and he leaned slightly to the side.

Zhang Chang'an has practiced martial arts for many years, and his control over his center of gravity allows him to easily anticipate these events.

But he also knew that the guy's legs had stopped bleeding long ago, and his mutation had already spread to his lower body.

Therefore, even though the night wind howled in the cargo hold, making their ears ring and their steps unsteady, he only swayed for a moment before regaining his footing. Zhang Chang'an simply couldn't throw him off the vehicle.

However, when this guy staggered, Zhang Chang'an did something else besides shaking his hand.

"Whoa!!!"

Above the whistling warehouse, Zhang Chang'an's whistling was deafening.

He wasn't particularly good at this, after all, he had fought at martial arts school, but he wasn't a petty thug. Yet, this particular sound was incredibly skillful, and the tone was perfectly precise.

Zhang Chang'an hadn't expected that this guy in front of him, who had acted like a monster before, wouldn't react at all no matter how he was injured.

But after that sound, he was stunned for a moment.

This made Zhang Chang'an a little uncomfortable: "I'm waiting for the skill, what are you waiting for?"

"Bang!" The foreigner heard a loud noise behind him. The wooden box, which had already been cracked, was suddenly smashed open from the inside by something.

A pair of black hooves, covered with a few horsehair, struck the guy's back with perfect accuracy.

Zhang Chang'an twisted his left hand, retracting the drill bit below his wrist, while his hand remained firmly gripping the man's right hand, which he then flung out of the car once more.

"Crack, crack..." Zhang Chang'an's right hand, which was gripping the bayonet, tightened its grip at the same time, his knuckles cracking, and he threw a fierce punch at the side of the foreigner in front of him.

"Bang!" The immense force from behind, combined with the force of Zhang Chang'an pushing him outwards, acted simultaneously on the blond-haired foreigner, pulling him directly up from the ground.

"Whoosh!" With a sudden gust of wind, he was kicked out of the carriage by the horse's hoof.

Zhang Chang'an decisively released his left hand, letting go of his mutated arm.

He naturally reached out his other hand, trying to grab something, but several fingers on his left hand had already been cut off, and there was nothing to hold onto on this fast-moving steam train.

In the blink of an eye, the foreigner flew into the street outside the orbit.

The train continued its journey, but he plummeted from the elevated tracks, several meters above the ground, and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Chang'an was carried forward by the train, and soon his figure disappeared from sight.

However, he didn't stay still. Instead of staying put, he rushed out and decisively removed the broken wooden planks from the box.

"Whoa—" Zhang Chang'an whistled, and from inside the dark box, a tall horse lowered its hindquarters slightly.

The next moment: "Crack!" The already severely damaged wooden crate was completely smashed to pieces.

Zhang Chang'an, supporting the horse's neck, rode a completely black steed without a saddle, charging out directly from behind the wooden box.