The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an swung the bolt-action rifle that was on his back to his front. The rifle used pointed bullets, and its power was far ahead of its time.

However, the bullet pierced through the fog and struck the cast iron casing, sending up dense metallic sparks, but it only embedded itself in the cast iron plate, and the hound's speed was not even slowed down as a result.

Zhang Chang'an then decisively stepped forward, swung the rifle behind him, and tapped his arms left and right at the same time.

Hung Kuen Iron Wire, with both hands forming a bridge.

"Clang!" The steam-powered hound in front of him leaped up and pressed down on him, its claws colliding with his arms, but only producing a deafening metallic roar.

Zhang Chang'an's exoskeleton pressure valve exploded into a cloud of white mist, but his feet did not retreat at all.

"Hmph!" Zhang Chang'an stepped forward with his hand to the side, his body swaying, and instantly cut under the hound's body, then swung out his right hand.

His already tattered coat tore further, and the sleeve of his right hand ripped open.

"Snap!" A long and wide folding sword sprang out from his sleeve, the increased pressure from the steam being absorbed by his backhand grip on the hilt.

"Whoosh!" The blade, which had just finished extending and retracting, cut through the air and was instantly swung out, slicing fiercely into the hound's side.

"Crack, crack..." The blade, specially treated to be perfect for breaking steel, penetrated deep into the monster's mechanical body, destroying countless structures and pipelines.

As Zhang Chang'an delivered the slash, he lowered his stance, dodged, and slipped away from under the hound.

"They really can't afford to play games." The mist swirled, and beneath Zhang Chang'an's ripped sleeve, the mechanical armor from before was still intact.

His previous equipment, although it only consisted of a pair of arm armors, had been fine-tuned by Amin over a long period of time and its performance was excellent. Therefore, he did not replace it directly, but instead added a shoulder and back structure to connect the two sides.

However, his fighting style has its own system, so unlike Zheng Kui, it doesn't cover a large area. The outer armor that greatly increases his strength only covers part of his upper body.

Fortunately, precisely because of this, he remains extremely agile.

"Clang..." Zhang Chang'an attached the hilt of the long sword in his right hand to the pre-made interface below his right wrist.

He still prefers to use a hand knife, but Armin specially designed many interfaces for his armor to make it compatible with various weapons.

"Click, click..." Zhang Chang'an reached to his lower back and grabbed the pump-action shotgun that was also slung over his back, pulling it back to his front. The grip on his palm aligned perfectly, and he instantly locked it in place, cocking it with a backhand motion.

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an aimed a shot at the side of the Steam Hound, which was just about to turn around.

The eerie blue flames, along with the fog lights of the hound turning around, tore through the fog, and a large number of bullets were ejected from the barrel at an extraordinary speed.

These are more advanced whale oil bullets, using blue agate instead of gunpowder.

That is why its power is so astonishing.

"Crack!!" A large expanse of steel and pipes made a teeth-grinding tearing sound, and the Steam Hound almost fell to the ground in half.

Zhang Chang'an immediately gripped the gun with one hand, while simultaneously grabbing the longsword back into his hand with his right.

"Crack!" The blade plunged straight into the ever-growing wound, tearing it apart completely with a backhand slash.

The orange-red fog lights were immediately extinguished in the smoke.

The thugs around, seeing blue flames and orange light in the mist, didn't have time to react before a dark figure slowly disappeared.

………………

On the intricate streets of Whitechapel, a man listening to radio signals in a two-horse carriage suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ear and immediately ripped off the receiver.

"Boss... that hunting dog has been taken care of."

Harold, sitting in the bumpy carriage, was furious upon hearing the news.

As military equipment, the Steam Hound represents the pinnacle of all current steam-powered equipment systems. Like an undeterred adult brown bear, it can single-handedly raid and eliminate any ordinary camp.

Not to mention that this thing is expensive to make and hard to obtain, the loss would be huge if it were damaged.

That guy was all alone, and even though he was wearing steam-powered gear, he single-handedly took down the Steam Hound! And it was a top-quality steam hound that he had specifically reserved to protect himself. Is he even human?!

"A bunch of useless trash..." He was about to curse when he suddenly heard the driver shouting outside the carriage.

"Oh no! Mr. Harold... this horse seems to be running in the wrong direction!"

The driver panicked, and as the road beneath his feet became increasingly unfamiliar, he realized that the route seemed to have slipped out of his control.

"Whoa—" The two horses, whipped by the whip, neighed and whimpered, but still stubbornly continued on their way.

Soon, the group, completely terrified and unable to speak, finally heard strange noises coming from the surrounding alleys.

It was a faint whistling sound.

"Bang! Bang bang bang..." Several gunshots rang out from nowhere, and revolver bullets hit the tow bar and reins at the front of the carriage with precision.

With the struggle of the two horses, they quickly broke free of the carriage.

Just then, the carriage was turning a corner and suddenly lost its guidance, immediately sliding towards the roadside due to inertia.

With a loud "bang," the carriage crashed into a street lamp and overturned on the spot.

The driver was trapped under the rickshaw, his fate unknown. The lamppost was also broken by the rickshaw, its light flickering.

Inside the car, the henchman, his head bleeding from the impact, struggled to push open the half-door facing upwards. Still dazed, he saw a gun barrel suddenly pointed at him.

"Bang..." After a gunshot, he was pulled out. Zhang Chang'an flipped the carriage door open completely, only to find that the carriage, which was pressed against the lamppost base, was slightly tilted. There was still some space under the carriage.

Looking up at the alley ahead, Zhang Chang'an saw a disheveled figure fleeing into it.

"Huff..." After fighting for most of the night, Zhang Chang'an adjusted his breathing, jumped off the car, grabbed a long knife, and headed straight for the alley.

Not far along, the alley, which seemed to lead to other roads, was blocked off by wooden planks at the turn.

That's how it is in the Whitechapel district; whether you can get through a road depends more on luck than experience.

"Whoosh!" Just then, a black, round-headed cane suddenly swung towards Zhang Chang'an from around the corner.

"Clang!" Zhang Chang'an raised his hand and blocked the attack instantly.

To his surprise, the attack was not weak; the cane was made entirely of metal, and steam was slowly rising from Harold's body.

Harold, dragging his bleeding leg, attacked Zhang Chang'an with extreme ferocity.

"How could my plan fail because of you!?" His tone sounded extremely incredulous.

Because it all happened so fast, he couldn't react at all.

In his mind, this was just one step in his plan.

But before anything could happen on the main battlefield of the company, a figure emerged from the empty building, carrying the mist of the Whitechapel, caught up with his carriage, and caught up with him.

"clang!"

Zhang Chang'an slapped the cane out of his hand, then immediately swung his other hand and punched him in the face with a "bang!"