"Ye Zhichao! No matter what you want to do today, I'll play along!"
The head monk of Xuanzang Temple roared and raised his hand at the same time.
The monks behind him immediately drew their weapons.
A group of bald men reached into the monks' robes and pulled out Kar98 rifles, Thompson submachine gun, and other firearms.
There was even a monk carrying a 37mm trench gun, his face full of ferocity!
The scene felt incredibly incongruous, Lu Li speechless.
Despite being pointed at by so many guns and cannons, Ye Zhichao remained unfazed. Instead, he looked in another direction and shouted:
"Zhang Dong, what do you say?"
Lu Li looked over and saw that the man named Zhang Dong was a young man in his early twenties, but he was sitting in a wheelchair.
Zhang Dong said indifferently, "Today, I will naturally Master Kong Jian Kongjian."
After saying that, he raised his hand and patted the wheelchair.
With the clicking sound of the bolt being pulled back, long guns and short cannons appeared behind this person.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves; the next second, everyone on Baiyang Beach took out their weapons and pointed them at each other.
The scene looked very intense, but none of the parties actually intended to start a fight.
The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions.
According to the rules, the next step is to "discuss the numbers".
Ye Zhichao clasped his hands in a fist salute and shouted:
"Since everyone has given me, Ye, face today, I will first be polite and then take action."
Everyone knows about Ice Soul Powder; its effects are far stronger than opium, and even martial artists at the Marrow Cleansing realm are not immune to it.
"Opium will be phased out sooner or later; killing a river of blood here won't change anything."
Zhang Dong slowly spoke, "So, does Leader Ye mean we should surrender?"
Ye Zhichao laughed loudly:
"Ha! I, Ye, am trying to advise everyone that those who are discerning in times of adversity are wise!"
The factories in the concession can produce 1,000 tons of Ice Soul Powder every month! That's an incredible fortune!
Instead of fighting to the death over this little bit of opium, why don't you all abandon darkness and embrace the light sooner?
Furthermore, you're opposing Izumo, don't you think about the future? If things change one day, you'll be held accountable!
These words caused a stir among the crowd, with some expressing interest and others wary.
Ye Zhichao squinted and glanced at the crowd in the arena, thinking to himself:
Most forces were focused on bargaining and didn't send their top-tier combat power. Only Xuanzang Temple and the Zhang family were relatively difficult to deal with, but not a major threat. It was a good opportunity to eliminate one of them to establish authority.
Thinking of this, Ye Zhichao looked at a spot on the riverbank, a confident expression on his face.
Little did he know, two people were growing impatient.
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At this moment, Xiao Cha whispered in Lu Li's ear:
"Judging from the looks of it, a fight won't break out anytime soon. These people will have to haggle for a long time."
Lu Li said unhappily, "So slow. I'll help them out."
He mentally connected with his two puppets and gave the order: [Launch rockets]
At this moment, 1 kilometer to the east, there is a patch of withered grass.
Number 0 and A'da, carrying their weapons and equipment, remained motionless inside.
Immediately afterwards, they both raised their heads sharply, then simultaneously unscrewed their rocket launchers from their backs, aimed at the spot their owner wanted to bombard, and pulled the trigger.
Two rockets roared out and landed in the crowds at Xuanzang Temple and Zhang family's family, respectively.
Two deafening explosions rang out almost simultaneously, instantly tearing the people closest to the blast to pieces, sending countless pieces of sand and corpses flying into the sky.
Screams and screams erupted, and chaos ensued.
"What the hell is this?!"
"It's a cannonball! I see it, it's huge, it's definitely a cannonball!"
"That bastard Ye Zhichao launched a sneak attack! Stop dawdling and wipe out the Tooth Brokerage first!"
It's unclear who fired the first shot, or if it was an accidental discharge, but it doesn't matter anymore; the two sides had already begun exchanging fire.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Ye Zhichao and several other leaders with a brain quickly intervened and their efforts initially worked, causing everyone to cease fire.
But a few seconds later, two more rockets were launched, causing people to fall and dust to fill the sky.
The scene inevitably descended into chaos once again...
Just then, a giant steel arm suddenly stretched out from the riverbank, and a mech burst out of the ground!
This was precisely the military support that Izumo provided to Ye Zhichao.
He had dug a pit beforehand for them to ambush, intending to use it at a crucial moment.
However, the mech pilot, hearing the commotion outside, thought a fight had broken out and voluntarily crawled out of the ground.
Now, things are really hard to explain.
In particular, the MG34 machine gun mounted on the mech's arms were already spitting fire, tearing the opium growers to pieces.
"Ye Zhichao, the Buddha is going to devour you alive today!"
Kong Jian walked towards Ye Zhichao step by step.
Several stray bullets hit his forehead, but they bounced off with a trail of Mars, leaving only white marks on his skin that quickly faded away.
Ye Zhichao knew that saying anything at this point would be useless, so he clenched his fists.
The next second, the two simultaneously shattered the ground to gain momentum and collided violently.
With a deep, resounding thud, the two men's fists collided, creating a visible shockwave that sent nearby people staggering.
Upon seeing this, Lu Li exclaimed in astonishment, "Immune to small-caliber bullets, a movement speed of 50 meters per second, truly impressive!"
He and Xiao Cha took advantage of the chaos caused by the explosion to leave the riverbank and arrive at the puppet's side.
Lu Li's eyes narrowed, and one by one, armor parts flew into the air and were put on Xiao Cha's body, completing the transformation in two or three seconds.
Xiao Cha launched the drone, then picked up a heavy machine gun and said in a muffled voice, "Let's begin!"
Lu Li nodded and ordered the puppet: [Use the heavy machine gun]
The two puppets immediately retracted the rocket launchers to their backs and instead picked up the heavy machine gun.
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At the same time, Ye Zhichao and Kong Jian exchanged blows, sweeping across the field like a whirlwind.
If anyone is even slightly grazed by the attack, their body will instantly explode.
Keep in mind that there wasn't a single mortal in the arena; the weakest among them was at the Refinement Organ Refining, yet they couldn't even withstand the slightest aftershock.
Both men were hit by a lot of bullets, but only rifle bullets could penetrate their flesh, leaving small, harmless holes, and the bullets were quickly squeezed out by the muscles.
Ten seconds into the fight, Kong Jian, risking a punch, suddenly grabbed Ye Zhichao and hugged him tightly.
Ye Zhichao sensed something was wrong. He saw a fierce-looking monk behind him, carrying a trench cannon and aiming it at him.
This is a small cannon used for close-range support. At this moment, with a loud bang, a grenade weighing one pound was fired.
Ye Zhichao gathered all his Internal Breath into his arm, causing the air around it to become blurred and its hardness to rival that of refined steel.
He used his arm to precisely block the shell, but he himself was engulfed by the explosion.
As the flames and smoke dissipated, Ye Zhichao's left arm was slightly deformed, indicating a minor fracture.
Kong Jian was about to be happy, he saw Ye Zhichao grab him tightly as well.
The next second, the heavy machine gun mounted under the mech opened fire.
Ah~~
Amidst screams, Kong Jian's back was riddled with bullets, the heavy machine gun bullets digging deep into his flesh and lodging in his bones.
The two exchanged blows, then simultaneously kicked each other to separate.
One of them squeezed out the deformed bullet, while the other straightened its severed arm and moved it around a couple of times, still looking lively and energetic.
The vitality of a martial artist at the Blood Exchange realm cannot be analyzed from a conventional perspective.
But the next second, their expressions suddenly changed!
A terrifying whistling sound filled his ears, Martial Arts intuition screamed: Get out of the way!