The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

A long, rusty steel pipe was driven deep into the vicious dog's mouth.

The steel pipe had already pierced through its palate, and now it had pierced its tongue as well, almost pinning its entire mouth shut.

"Woo-woo—" The vicious dog's roar, half dog and half whale, echoed on the ground, making Zhang Chang'an feel dizzy.

But after entering this abnormal timeline, he has already gone through many battles, which has made his combat ability more refined than ever before.

Without needing to think much, Zhang Chang'an decisively retreated, then, relying on the impressions of the surrounding environment left by his hunting senses, he scooped up the nearby scrap metal with his bare hands.

Then, as he ran alongside the vicious dog, he quickly stabbed all of these things into the dog's body.

"Pfft pfft pfft... pfft!" With the last thrust, Zhang Chang'an had already reached the tail of the vicious dog, but then immediately turned around and stabbed at the other side with his backhand.

Sure enough, the vicious dog wagged its tail in the pit, trying to seize the moment when he was about to launch his final attack, even while dragging its body in excruciating pain, and bite Zhang Chang'an to death.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Chang'an turned around at this moment, and the steel fragments he held in his hand, like blades, relied on the force of his fist and the impact of the vicious dog turning around to stab it hard into the dog's eye.

His eyes did not seem to grow larger with the mutation, appearing exceptionally small on his enormous head, but the structure remained unchanged, with the eyes extremely close to the important nerves and brain inside.

Zhang Chang'an gritted his teeth, and his hands, which were covered in blood, were immediately enveloped in a large amount of warm liquid.

"grass……"

He could no longer distinguish whether it was the blood of the vicious dog, the blood splattered from the mutilated corpses of his compatriots who had already died tragically, or the blood from his own hands that would eventually be injured by the shock.

This time, Zhang Chang'an's hand went directly into the vicious dog's flesh.

The sudden recoil made most of his body go numb. Unable to pull his hand out immediately, he knew he had to kill the vicious dog right then and there!

"Roar..." The vicious dog's growls were much quieter, but its counterattack became even more terrifying.

Zhang Chang'an turned around decisively, one hand still stuck in the vicious dog's head, the other hand stretched straight behind him, his horse stance firmly planted on the ground.

Iron Wire Cross-Shaped Gold Hammer!

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an's body was violently shoved by the vicious dog.

Mabu remained rooted to the spot, but his other fist, which had been a fist's distance from the wall, slammed into it.

This move, in Bajiquan, is called "Erlang Carrying the Mountain," which involves drawing the bow with both hands and splitting the fists to the sides.

Normally, this technique is rarely used except in group fights, but Zhang Chang'an used it to directly block the vicious dog's charge.

His fist smashed into the wall, causing numerous cracks to spread, and half of his fist was embedded in the broken cement.

On the other hand, the blade went even further into the dog's head, piercing even deeper.

The vicious dog rammed into him, but gained no advantage and immediately wilted.

Zhang Chang'an immediately turned his stance, pulled out his fist which was stuck in the wall, raised it high, and then slammed it down hard.

"Click...click!click!" The impact drill finally popped out from below Zhang Chang'an's wrist, and with a swing of his arm, it struck the vicious dog's head again and again.

This extremely hard skull, which could only be cracked and pierced by steel bars and pipes, finally lost its original structure after being injured in multiple places.

Zhang Chang'an smashed a huge gash into the dog's bloodied and mangled eye socket, which had been completely pierced, and then plunged the impact drill directly into it, launching it violently once again.

"Bang..." Fragments of flesh and bone flew everywhere. Most of the vicious dog's head was shattered, and its heavy body finally collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Chang'an was finally able to pull his hands out of the vicious dog's head.

Large amounts of thick, scarlet blood flowed down his hands.

Even with some cushioning inside the exoskeleton, and even though his physical abilities were far superior to what they used to be, his hands were still trembling slightly after such a battle.

But he didn't stop, or even pause for a moment.

Zhang Chang'an adjusted his breathing and decisively came to the edge of the pit wall, which had collapsed in many places. With a few quick movements, he climbed out of the pit.

But behind the sofa that was still lying on the ground, there was no one there.

………………

"You're really persistent, you Chinese guy." Jacob's voice echoed in the empty factory.

Tall boilers and various pipes extend through the factory buildings, and the various passages and corridors are divided into a maze-like structure by complex machinery.

Perhaps because the commotion below was too loud, there wasn't a single worker on the night shift left in this huge alkali-making factory. Only Zhang Chang'an, who was walking among the machines, and Jacob, whose whereabouts were unknown, remained.

"That's right, it's precisely because of your personalities that you're able to come all the way from so far away to our territory, compete with us for jobs, and earn our money!"

Jacob's voice, which had started as mockery, grew increasingly fierce: "Do you think this is right?! What's wrong with what I did?!"

Zhang Chang'an completely ignored his arguments; he was simply scanning the factory from side to side, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

Inside the factory, there are huge alkaline pools, countless metal structures, and machines that haven't come to a complete stop.

The chaotic environment slightly impaired his hunting senses.

The main reason is that Jacob is obviously very familiar with this place. He can open that kind of venue down there and also escape here through a secret passage. Naturally, he knows where to hide so that he can be discovered later.

"I'm not killing anyone, I'm just chasing away the rats that ran into my own house!" Jacob's voice grew increasingly angry.

Although Britain at that time was the country that promoted immigration on a large scale through means such as ocean shipping companies and forced trade, such arguments were not uncommon within Britain.

Of course, this was not a problem for Zhang Chang'an.

He remained silent, focused solely on his target, preparing to smash this guy to pieces, just like the vicious dog below.

"Die, Mr. Rat... Go to hell! Who told you to trespass on my territory!" Jacob said, and Zhang Chang'an immediately became alert.

He guessed that this was a prelude to an attack, so he scanned his surroundings and immediately reached his right hand towards his armpit.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a thug with a long gun suddenly poked his head out from beside a huge distillation tank.

As a result, Zhang Chang'an noticed and reacted, but before he could raise his pistol, a bloody hole suddenly appeared on the thug's forehead.

A muffled gunshot rang out from outside the factory, arriving a moment late.

"Click-click..." A Chinese face with a hat pulled low slowly pulled back the bolt of a gun.

Zhang Chang'an's gaze immediately followed the trajectory of the bullet and swept towards that direction. He instantly spotted the figure on the rooftop of a high-rise residential building near the factory, outside the ventilation and lighting windows.

"Phew..." He recognized the man: Old Wang, the security team leader of Louis Chen Debt Company and a sniper under Zheng Kui.

"Hey... brothers, it's time to get out of here. This job is really not worth it. I'll stay until the end." He said, turning his gun around.

Just as he was about to aim at a target, Zhang Chang'an spotted it instantly, turned around, and fired a shot, killing it instantly.

Seeing this, Old Wang, who was already middle-aged, raised an eyebrow: "But it saves trouble, and..."

He adjusted the target of his bolt-action rifle once again: "It felt pretty satisfying."

"Bang!" The bullet shattered the factory window instantly and hit a brick wall.

Jacob, who was hiding there, was startled. He turned to look outside, a mixture of fear and relief that he hadn't been hit by a bullet.

Until he suddenly realized that the bullet might not have missed.

"It's up to you now. Give the brothers a couple more punches."

Old Wang clearly saw that the moment the bullet entered the room, Zhang Chang'an turned his head, aiming directly at the spot where the bullet would land.

The next moment, having confirmed his target, Zhang Chang'an darted out like an arrow released from a bow.