49 Kill

Chapter 49: Execution

"Is this a miniature machine gun!?"

Wang Siqi never expected this unassuming weapon to have such power! And it was fully automatic!

The "Children's Rifle," in both its design and materials, represented the most advanced craftsmanship of Blue Star.

When it came to killing, humans never disappointed.

Accompanied by the "clang" of shell casings hitting the ground, Wang Wenzhen was shot until he screamed in agony, his flesh torn and bleeding, splattering thick black liquid.

If he hadn't used his hands to protect his head, and if the Zombie didn't have such strong vitality, it would have been finished long ago.

At this moment, Wang Siqi's eyes narrowed, and he glared at the coffin lid on the ground.

An invisible psychic force erupted, and the hundred-plus jin rosewood suddenly sprang up, spinning and whistling as it smashed towards Lu Li and the other person!

Wang Siqi also lunged forward, intending to get rid of Lu Li amidst the chaos!

Father and son in unison, Wang Wenzhen also spewed a mouthful of foul-smelling ink at Xiao Cha.

Facing such a tacit "combo attack," Xiao Cha became a little flustered.

She wanted to protect herself, but also wanted to protect Lu Li. However, being distracted, she would likely fail at both.

Fortunately, Lu Li had already entered "Bullet Time," and was fully aware of the situation in the field.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the coffin lid hurtling towards him.

The object immediately flew back, precisely blocking the foul-smelling ink spewed by the Zombie!

With a "sizzle," the coffin lid was corroded into pockmarks and quickly became rotten, shattering on the ground like dead branches.

With just one move, Lu Li simultaneously broke the father and son's combo attack, then raised his gun and began firing at Wang Siqi.

The Children's Rifle's rate of fire was 600 rounds per minute. Amidst the strange muffled sounds of "teng teng teng," bullets rained down.

Wang Siqi dared not be reckless, and like a big cat, he instantly dodged behind the coffin.

The coffin was blasted into flying debris, yet Wang Siqi was shocked by something else: "This person has Entered Samadhi!"

He clearly remembered that Lu Li was only at the Concentrating Spirit stage. How long had it been?

He himself had cultivated for 10 years to reach his current level!

Before Wang Siqi could figure it out, Lu Li had already turned the muzzle of his gun towards the Zombie's knees.

If these were shattered, Old Master Wang would be pretty much useless.

Wang Siqi naturally could not allow this to happen. His eyes immediately glared at Lu Li, activating his psychic interference.

But just then, Lu Li also looked up, and their gazes, imbued with their minds, met!

Eye contact is important in interpersonal communication; people use it to express and exchange emotions.

But for cultivators, eye contact is a direct contest of cultivation!

"Insolent child, you seek death!"

Wang Siqi refused to believe he would lose. He unleashed his mind with all his might, determined to snap the opponent's neck.

Lu Li was equally unyielding, his eyes shining with a starlight-like brilliance.

Their surging psychic powers collided like waves, then silently dissipated into ripples.

But then came the second, third, fourth... The psychic confrontation erupted 15 times in an instant!

Though silent, the house inexplicably shook three times.

Wang Siqi also swayed.

His eyes were vacant, and he staggered back a large step. If not for his Martial Arts cultivation, he would have made a fool of himself!

In contrast, Lu Li was full of spirit and didn't move an inch.

"This is impossible!"

Wang Siqi's eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with disbelief. He couldn't accept that he had lost in a direct cultivation battle!

Ten years of hard work, lost to a rogue cultivator, a cripple consorting with a wild girl!

And that wild girl, she was in sync with Lu Li.

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Without any communication, while the two men were locked in a psychic battle, Xiao Cha aimed at the Zombie's knees and pulled the trigger.

Amidst the muffled sounds of "teng teng teng," ten bullets were fired in just one second, leaving the Zombie's left knee a mess and splattering much viscous black liquid.

Old Master Wang let out a painful hiss, his body sinking as he nearly fell to his knees.

Taking advantage of the greatly reduced threat from the enemy, Xiao Cha quickly replaced her magazine, then aimed her gun at the Wang father and son and unleashed a barrage of fire!

Bullets whistled and ravaged, sending debris flying from the floor and walls, and shattering various expensive pieces of furniture.

This was clear suppressive fire. Taking advantage of the great opportunity created by the young lady, Lu Li also replaced his magazine.

He had wanted to change it for a while, but being stared down by Wang Siqi, he hadn't dared.

That brute's speed was enough to kill me while reloading!

Fortunately, Xiao Cha was here!

Next, two fully automatic rifles unleashed a furious barrage on the Wang father and son!

Bullets tore through the air like rain, leaving the magnificent classical study in utter disarray.

Old Master Wang's burial clothes were shredded, his body riddled with holes, dark and sticky, like rotting meat from a dumpster.

Such ferocious firepower forced Wang Siqi to hide behind his father, too afraid to show his face.

He inwardly cursed his bad luck: a wise man doesn't stand beneath a crumbling wall; I should have fled immediately!

But it was too late now.

Wang Wenzhen, having just transformed into a zombie, still retained a sliver of consciousness and roared, "Son, escape!"

With that, he propped up his mangled body and lunged at Lu Li and Xiao Cha, buying his own son a chance to live.

Wang Siqi scrambled desperately towards the white-cloth-covered nanmu window frame, preparing to leap out!

At this critical moment, he absolutely couldn't be allowed to escape.

Lu Li didn't even glance at the charging zombie, his focus entirely on Wang Siqi as he pulled the trigger.

Amidst the "teng teng teng" of gunfire, shell casings ejected one after another, landing on the ground with smoky clangs.

"Performance-enhanced bullets," hot from the barrel, spun as they drilled towards their target.

The negative and positive cancelled each other out, their Spirit Refining cultivation nullifying each other.

Now, it was just an ordinary person with an automatic weapon, shooting at a cheetah at full sprint!

Even a cheetah could only become "fur" against firearms.

Within a single second, Wang Siqi changed direction and speed three times, dodging countless bullets.

But against the torrent of gunfire, no matter his skill, he was still hit in the shoulder.

Wang Siqi stumbled, his speed faltering, and watched helplessly as more bullets followed, tearing open one bloody hole after another in his body.

As the bullets entered his body, the impact destabilized the copper casing in the rear, causing it to tumble inside.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Siqi became a blood-soaked water bag, spraying blood as he collapsed by the window frame.

Seeing this, Wang Wenzhen let out a tragic roar and, for the first time, abandoned Xiao Cha to charge at Lu Li.

Lu Li was prepared; the Kunlun Mirror was already poised.

This Magic Treasure couldn't even be scratched by bullets, making it more suited for defense.

But Xiao Cha didn't know this.

Fearing Lu Li would be harmed, she actually raised her gun and fired at the zombie!

She shredded the zombie's arms that were shielding its head and face, and then ran out of bullets herself.

Without time to reload, Xiao Cha drew her Nine-Section Whip and immediately unleashed a move: Soaring Dragon Startles!

With a "pa" explosion, Old Master Wang's face was half gone, making him look even more terrifying. The stench was so acrid it made one's eyes water.

Yet, it still didn't seem to notice, gritting its teeth and charging towards Lu Li.

Xiao Cha whipped again, striking the zombie's right leg, causing it to stagger violently, nearly falling.

This brief pause was enough.

Lu Li turned, pulled the trigger.

The last two bullets in the gun precisely entered the zombie's nose tip and forehead.

Wang Wenzhen, carried by inertia, took two more steps before collapsing onto the ground, his head still facing his son in the pool of blood.

At this moment, the suona reached its crescendo, the music filled with sorrow, as if wailing aloud.