Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"We're finished, he...he is..."

Upon seeing this massive iron rod, Mister's expression was a mixture of astonishment, fear, and despair, as if he had seen an indescribable demon. "The eldest son of the Red Calamity, Zhang Lujiu!"

"A bunch of idiots... Run... Run! Run!"

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Zhang Lvjiu's eyes narrowed slightly. He picked up the Panlong Iron Rod, gripped the middle section, swung his wrist, and hurled it out!

"boom----!"

An ordinary person could not possibly judge the weight of the stick from his movements. Only in the dull thud as the iron rod left his hand could one get a sense of its weight—the spinning stick flew into the crowd, like the scythe of death, precisely reaping lives.

Logically speaking, a stick is a blunt weapon.

However, when the mass reaches a certain level, the difference between blunt and sharp weapons becomes irrelevant. Amidst a series of muffled thuds, the iron rod rampaged through the crowd, seemingly capable of creating a cloud of blood mist with just a slight glancing or brush against it.

Those who were hit on the neck or face died instantly. Some people's heads were twisted more than 180 degrees by the impact, which was extremely horrifying.

In an instant, blood mist filled the sky and screams echoed everywhere. The celebratory atmosphere that had just been maintained in Glenburg was transformed into a living hell!

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"ah----!!!"

"Help, help!"

"monster!"

"My leg...I...no, no! Oh God—!!"

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Strictly speaking, the Blue-Clad Army has only ever fought against the elite forces of the Lamon Raiders; they have never witnessed such a scene before.

The blue-clad soldiers, unable to arm themselves, scattered and fled.

Zhang Lüjiu, however, showed no hesitation. Clad in heavy armor, his agility remained undiminished. With a leap, he charged into the crowd like a runaway train!

He didn't use any hand or foot techniques, but instead put all his strength into his legs, raising his arms above his chest to protect his face. His arm armor was made of refined iron, incredibly hard, and combined with that terrifying speed... how could flesh and bone possibly withstand the impact from the almost unarmored blue-clad soldiers?

Amidst horrifying screams, Zhang Lüjiu weaved through the crowd with superhuman agility. The tactics he employed were among the most primitive techniques in human history.

Hit.

After several collisions, blood boiled, cries of agony filled the air, and the number of blue-clad soldiers lying on the ground, mercilessly crushed, exceeded that of the Ramoun raiders piled up beneath Glenburg.

"No...don't run...shoot!shoot!"

After suffering heavy casualties, the scattered Blue Army finally organized a counterattack.

Zhang Lüjiu raised an eyebrow slightly; the opponent's organizational skills were stronger than he had imagined. Generally speaking, casualties of this magnitude would be enough to instantly reduce a team's morale to negative levels.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

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Sporadic gunfire rang out, weaving a large net, but Zhang Lujiu moved with incredible speed. Even in heavy armor, he moved like the wind, making him difficult to hit. However, if enough shots were fired, some bullets would eventually strike him, sparking against his armor.

"when!"

One shot.

A spark hit his helmet, grazing the corner of Zhang Lvjiu's eye.

"..."

In the silence, Zhang Lvjiu lowered his eyes slightly, stopped his assault tactics, rushed forward a few steps, and grabbed the iron rod that was standing on the ground.

Squat.

Take off!

"Thump—!!"

Clad in heavy armor and wearing a precious helmet, the force of his slightly bent-knee jump created a large crater in the ground and made his figure hover in the night sky for a brief moment.

In that instant, even the gunfire in the chaotic camp ceased.

Everyone gasped.

Only the unlucky guy who had just fired at him, the shot hitting his helmet... watched as this mountain-like figure, and that iron rod raised high, which had turned countless people into bloody foam, came crashing down on him.

"Wait...wait a minute..."

He instinctively reached out, his voice stiff with fear, sounding extremely shrill, "I...I didn't mean to..."

"Thump—!!"

A blow to the head.

Before he could finish speaking, his head was struck directly below his shoulder and neck.

Then, his body, like a watermelon placed under a hydraulic press, was crushed by the immense force that struck him in an instant. As flesh and blood splattered out, fragments of bone flew out as well, clanging and clattering against Zhang Lüjiu's armor.

The flying blood mist dyed the black armor a dazzling crimson.

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This blow completely shattered the person and the ground, with cracks spreading outwards from the center of the blow in all directions.

Zhang Lujiu pulled the iron rod out of the crack in the ground, shaking off some small stones.

Fresh blood clung to the stick, dripping down.

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This was the first time he had spoken, and to the silent blue-clad soldiers, it sounded like the voice of a demon echoing in the human world.

"Those who surrender now..."

"do not kill."

Chapter 895: You are very brave

Zhang Lvjiu and his biological father are cut from the same cloth; even their fear aura technique is a perfect imitation.

Even a formidable fighter like him, capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly, could still be overpowered by bullets. Fourteen years had passed since his father's debut, a period during which rifles and bullets had continuously evolved, still posing a threat of injury or death.

If it weren't for the last moment, Zhang Lvjiu wouldn't have been willing to play the "mowing down enemies" trick.

The first step was to demonstrate his superior martial prowess and randomly select an unlucky person as his target. Throughout this process, Zhang Lüjiu didn't utter a single word, not even an interjection or a syllable.

This instilled even greater fear in the soldiers, who felt they were not fighting a "person" at all, but a mature, orderly, and unyielding killing machine.

Zhang Lüjiu hoped that this was exactly what they were thinking: first, instill oppressive terror in them, the key being speed—to instantly destroy the enemy's organizational capacity. Then, just when the enemy thought all hope was lost, offer them the bargaining chip of "surrender and no killing."

The desire to survive will immediately shatter the enemy's will to survive, and the second step is complete.

Just as he had predicted, the remaining blue-clad soldiers dropped their weapons, their faces filled with terror, expressing their unwillingness to continue fighting Zhang Lujiu. Although their resistance lasted only about ten minutes, it was still considered quite tenacious in comparison to others.

The remaining third step involves cleaning up the battlefield, counting heads, and other miscellaneous tasks...

"Ok?"

As if sensing something, Zhang Lvjiu turned his head away.

In the darkness, the headlights suddenly came on, and someone rode onto a military motorcycle. The roar of the engine sounded particularly jarring in the otherwise silent Glenburg.

"Yellow barbarian bastard..."

"Go to hell!!!"

As if to bolster his own morale, the soldier straightened his neck, veins bulging, and roared. He slammed on the gas, and the two wheels of the military motorcycle spun wildly. He drove the motorcycle like a mad boar, charging headlong at Zhang Lüjiu, intending to smash him to pieces.

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Zhang Lvjiu remained standing there, her face calm and unmoved, seemingly unsurprised by his sudden attack.

He weighed the heavy iron rod in his hand, took a step to the side, and stretched out his right arm, like a sculpture left from ancient Greece, infusing this single movement with a sense of surging power!

Swing your arm.

Throw it!

"boom----!"

The moment the iron rod left his hand, it was so fast that a series of afterimages appeared, as if an invisible pair of scissors had cut through the air, making a loud noise.

Almost at the same moment it left his hand, the iron rod pierced the soldier's heart with precision and then stabbed out from his back.

You can't kill someone without a gun barrel?

For Zhang Lüjiu, weapons were not such inconvenient things. With great strength, he could make bricks fly, let alone a long iron staff. His boastful words, along with the blood that was being squeezed up, were spat out from his throat, turning into a mouthful of blood mist.

The soldier didn't utter another word. His body detached precisely from the motorcycle and, along with the long stick, was firmly nailed to the ground!

But the military motorcycle maintained its direction and hurtled toward him at high speed.

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"Snapped!"

Zhang Lvjiu's expression changed slightly. At the critical moment, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the front of the motorcycle as if he were a bull, using all his strength to hold on tightly.

Spin around.

Rotation.

With a perfect, jaw-dropping spin, Zhang Lvjiu firmly grabbed the roaring military motorcycle and lifted it above his head!

Nothing demonstrates a person's strength more directly than weightlifting. This ingrained human trait terrified the blue-clad soldiers who witnessed it, leaving them utterly weak-kneed and devoid of any will to resist. At that moment, no one cared whether he was a yellow-skinned or yellow-skinned; whether you were yellow, white, or black, you were all fucking inhuman!

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The weightlifting only lasted a moment; Zhang Lvjiu wasn't that full from eating, yet he insisted on lifting it up to show off his strength.

His expression was calm, but his dark eyes shifted slightly as he looked towards the gates of Glenburg.

Both knees were slightly bent.

Dozens of meters away, Zhang Lvjiu took a deep breath, exerted his strength, and threw the military motorcycle straight towards the gate! At the same time, he pulled out a strangely shaped high-explosive pistol specially made for him from his waist, pulled the trigger, and a streak of fire drew a straight line in the air.

Just as the motorcycle crashed into the gate, a high-explosive bomb flew in at lightning speed and precisely detonated the military motorcycle's fuel tank.

"boom------!!!"

This time, it was a real explosion; the main gate that Grenburg was so proud of and so heavily guarded was blasted open from the inside.

The Raven raiders outside the door poured in through the opening... However, to the remnants of the Blue Army at this moment, none of that mattered. They barely paid attention to the Raven raiders rushing in; they were simply staring blankly at the armored, distinguished-looking young man.

Clad in black armor, now stained with blood, he exuded an indescribable majesty under the glow of the explosion.

too frightening.

So desperate.

That's too... sacred.

Zhang Lüjiu walked up to his iron rod—which, when he threw it, had pierced the body of a blue-clad soldier and was now pinning him to the ground.

However, unlike other soldiers in blue uniforms, the "puncture" wound was not immediately fatal, and he continued to breathe with difficulty.

The courage fueled by his adrenaline had been completely depleted. Now, seeing the armored figure standing silently beside him, casting a huge shadow, his breathing became more rapid, and his face showed an expression mixed with fear and despair.

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"Click!"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Lvjiu removed his helmet, which covered half of his face, revealing his true appearance, and their eyes met.

His face was surprisingly chubby, making him appear somewhat plump, but combined with his features, it gave him a very cold and stern look.

Even after unleashing a massacre, those black eyes remained calm.

Without excitement or pity, he simply did what he was supposed to do, steadily and methodically.

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