Everyone's Wounded? Then Let's Go Big!

"Get out of the way! That's a thermobaric weapon!"

David's roar echoed through the workshop.

Chan Ka-kui's back was pressed against the iron pillar of an industrial punch press, and on both sides were stacks of steel plate racks.

Well, there's not even a chance to dodge.

"Where am I supposed to dodge?! This bastard has no sportsmanship, he just pulled out a cannon right away!"

Chan Ka-kui cursed.

Aren't there three other people close to him?

Why are you staring at me?

Just as the miniature thermobaric projectile was about to leave the gun barrel, a dark shadow swept down from the overhead crane rails.

Hua Xinwu shook the two alloy steel cables he was holding.

The steel cable became entangled in the tip of the red-hot electromagnetic cannon barrel.

"Rise!"

Hua Xinwu hooked his feet around the crane beam, his back taut, and with both hands gripping the steel cable, he pulled desperately upwards and to the right.

"Court death!"

The Killer snorted coldly, and the mechanical shaping magnetic field on his body reversed.

The two steel cables that Hua Xinwu was holding tightened in the opposite direction along his palms.

At the same time, a plume of high-pressure steam was ejected from the exhaust pipe on the side of the gun barrel.

"Watch out, Lao Hua!"

Hong Wubi below stared wide-eyed.

"If you let go, it will explode in Jiaju's face!"

Hua Xinwu clenched his teeth, letting the retracting steel cable dig into his palm.

He forcibly used the "Thousand-Jin Drop" technique by hanging upside down.

The recoil from the heavy artillery firing, combined with the force of Hua Xinwu's pull, forcibly steered the Killer's cannon muzzle off course.

The miniature thermobaric bomb grazed Chan Ka-kui's scalp as it flew past, sending flames and shockwaves scattering in all directions.

Hua Xinwu, however, did not escape unscathed while in mid-air.

The Killer's right arm jerked, and the magnetic field caused the two steel cables to snap, turning them into more than a dozen metal spikes that shot backward.

Three broken steel cables, each about an inch long, were driven directly into Hua Xinwu's left shoulder and right ribs.

The violent impact knocked him off the beam and onto the conveyor belt frame.

"Cough..."

Hua Xinwu rolled over and stood up, his black suit was tattered, his right hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and even his fingers were spasming uncontrollably.

"Old Hua!"

Chan Ka-kui jumped out from behind the iron pillar. "How are you? Are you dead?"

"He won't die... He has two broken ribs. There's something strange about the metal on this foreigner's body. Don't touch him with any metal objects!"

The Killer's gray eyes swept over David: "Fighting with iron tools in my workshop, what's the difference between you and cavemen?"

The hydraulic wrench in David's hand disintegrated on its own, turning into rotating gear blades that slashed towards his throat.

"Holy shit!"

David was startled and quickly let go and backed away.

Even with his good agility, the spinning blade still grazed the outside of his left thigh.

David's left leg buckled when he landed, and he knelt on one knee.

"Biaozi!"

Hong Wubi rushed forward two steps, trying to pull David away.

"Leave me alone! Stay away from the parts on the ground!"

David pulled a roll of first-aid bandage from his pocket and wrapped it around his bleeding thigh.

"Damn it, I was just two inches away! I almost ripped my pants open!"

The six-barreled Gatling gun on the Killer's right shoulder began to preheat and spin.

The scattered remains of mechanical soldiers on the ground seemed to be summoned and gathered at his feet.

"Four incompletely evolved ancient humans, with their clownish fist and foot skills, dare to venture into Zero Furnace?"

The Killer raised his left arm, and three miniature Rockets automatically assembled on the armor of his forearm.

"The game is over."

"Screw you!"

Hong Wubi roared furiously, his massive body slamming into and overturning a nearby chemical raw material storage tank.

Hundreds of liters of industrial insulating resin flowed down the ground, overflowing the Killer's feet.

It stuck the mechanical parts that were attaching to him to their original position.

"Without all that junk on the ground, let's see how you're going to put together your building blocks!"

Hong Wubi stepped on the sticky resin covering the ground, his feet forming the Hong Fist's Three-Seven Crossing Step, his fists whistling through the air as he aimed straight at the Killer.

"Madness."

The Killer fired the six-barreled Gatling gun on his right shoulder at a distance of less than five meters!

"Fat guy, step back!"

Chan Ka-kui panicked and grabbed something nearby, smashing it in the Killer's face.

Hong Wubi had already closed the distance to within three meters; retreating meant certain death!

His eyes hardened, he crossed his arms to protect his chest and face, his muscles tensed, and he rolled away through the machine gun fire.

Despite avoiding the direct hit of the fire, four or five large-caliber machine gun bullets still penetrated Hong Wubi's left shoulder, left thigh, and right waist and abdomen.

"Fatty!"

Chan Ka-kui pounced from the side, grabbed Hong Wubi by the back of his collar, and dragged him behind a stamping machine base.

"Cough... cough cough! Ptooey!"

Hong Wubi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, panting and cursing, "Damn it... this bastard's bullet was an armor-piercing round! My protective qigong... almost deflated!"

"You're bragging about hard qigong? Your guts are practically spilling out!"

Chan Ka-kui frantically tore open his gray T-shirt, crumpled it into a ball, and pressed it into the wound on Hong Wubi's side.

"Biaozi! Lao Hua! Fatty's wounded! That bastard's firepower is too strong, what do we do?!"

Behind the machine tool, more than ten meters away, David's left leg dragged on the ground, blood dripping from his trouser leg, and he held two hard rubber insulating rods that had just been removed from his hand.

"What else can we do? If we keep going like this, all four of us will be dead here today!"

David turned his head and glanced at Hua Xinwu, who was leaning against the iron frame and pulling the broken steel cable out of his ribs. "Old Hua, can you still move?"

Hua Xinwu expressionlessly pulled out the last bloodstained steel cable and threw it on the ground.

"He won't die. The cannon on his right shoulder is too heavy; he has to rely on the hydraulic struts on his exoskeleton behind his right knee to turn it every time he turns... If you ruin his knee, he won't be able to turn the cannon."

"Easy for you to say, who's going to cripple his knees? If he shows his face now, he'll be riddled with bullets!"

Chan Ka-kui roared, poked half his head out for a look, and was immediately forced back by a burst of bullets.

A piece of shrapnel grazed Chan Ka-kui's left cheek, leaving a bloody gash on the spot.

"Ouch... that fucking hurts!" Chan Ka-kui touched his blood-covered face. "I'm disfigured! I can't explain this to Xiao Mei now!"

"I'll go and draw his guns away."

Hua Xinwu caught his breath, untied the tie around his neck, and wrapped it around his bleeding right palm.

"Which of you three knocked him under the punch press next to Jiaju -Kui?"

"Count me in!"

Hong Wubi gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, holding onto the concrete base, but when he exerted force with his left leg, his knee buckled and he almost fell again.

"Damn it, with all this fat, I can bump into him again!"

"If you can force him within three steps of me, I'll risk my bones falling apart and ram him into the punch press!"

"Alright! Let's go all out!"

David's eyes hardened. "Jiaju, you go head-to-head with Wah to dazzle him, I'll go tackle his lower body!"

"Fatty, get your strength ready, this is our chance!"