Annihilate Predator Mercenary Group (Part 2)

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" No sooner had Golden finished speaking than the entire battlefield descended into chaos. A series of explosions erupted from every direction, tearing through the previously calm ground with flashes of fire and billowing smoke. Many members of the Predator Mercenary Group, caught off guard, were blasted into the air.

The mastermind behind all of this was Zhou Zilong. He hovered in mid-air, piloting a specialized jet with a calm, focused gaze. Just moments ago, he had pressed a button in the cockpit marked with a Meteor Pattern. Instantly, the spherical object he had released earlier shattered into countless tiny particles, descending upon the ground like a rain of fire.

"This is the gift I've prepared for you all," Zhou Zilong murmured to himself.

This sudden assault plunged the Predator Mercenary Group into panic. They scrambled in every direction, desperate to find cover, but the explosions followed them like shadows, leaving a trail of wounded and dead in their wake.

Golden, the instructor of the Predator Mercenary Group, stood on a high ridge overlooking the chaotic scene below, his brow furrowed. He shouted into his communication device, "Jerry, what on earth is going on? Why didn't we detect any energy fluctuations from the enemy's attack?"

A slightly panicked voice came from the other end: "Instructor Golden, I am truly sorry. I suspect the enemy's technology is far superior to ours, which is why our detection equipment failed to register anything!"

Golden took a deep breath, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes. "Is that so? Then we'll have to capture this guy later and study him properly!"

With that, Golden quickly issued orders for his mercenaries to stabilize the situation and launch a counterattack against Zhou Zilong. Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of gunfire and explosions as the battlefield reached a fever pitch.

Zhou Zilong felt the chaos around him from within the jet, but his heart remained unmoved. He maneuvered the aircraft with agility, weaving through the air to dodge attacks from the ground. He knew this battle was merely one part of his plan; he had more important things to do.

"Although the battles in Dragon Ball have moved beyond firearms, let me have one last go with them before I start trading Qi Gong blasts," Zhou Zilong muttered to himself.

As he neared his target, Zhou Zilong pulled the nose of the jet up sharply. The aircraft traced a graceful arc through the sky before diving downward. Just as it was about to strike the ground, he pressed a button in the cockpit, and a surge of powerful energy erupted from the jet, instantly engulfing the mercenary squad below in a sea of flames.

"This is just the beginning," Zhou Zilong said coolly. After circling once in the air, he dove toward his next target.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat!" The machine guns on both sides of the jet fired wildly, riddling several buildings of the Predator Mercenary Group with holes.

However, the Predator Mercenary Group was quick to organize a defense, mobilizing more troops to prepare a counterattack against Zhou Zilong.

"Get the rocket launchers and blast that plane out of the sky!" Golden, as the commander of the Predator Mercenary Group, roared from the command room. His face was filled with rage and resentment; he could not tolerate anyone daring to challenge his authority.

Following Golden's order, rocket after rocket soared from the ground, whistling toward Zhou Zilong's jet. Yet, Zhou Zilong remained unruffled, calmly piloting the aircraft and nimbly dodging every incoming rocket.

"It seems rockets are no threat to him," Golden frowned, contemplating his next move. He knew this opponent was stronger than any he had encountered before, possessing both immense power and intellect. If he wanted to defeat him, he would need to employ more effective measures.

Consequently, Golden ordered several jets to be scrambled to surround and attack Zhou Zilong's aircraft. These jets were fast and heavily armed, the elite force of the Predator Mercenary Group. They quickly encircled Zhou Zilong's jet and launched a fierce assault.

However, Zhou Zilong did not retreat. He took a deep breath and gathered his Qi, forming a powerful Aura Shield. This shield wrapped tightly around his jet, rendering the fierce external attacks completely harmless.

"Hah!" Zhou Zilong shouted, and his Aura Shield grew even sturdier. The bullets and rockets that had been heading his way simply fell off upon contact with the shield, unable to cause him any damage.

"How is this possible? What kind of technology is this? It's too powerful!" Golden stared at the scene in shock, unable to believe his eyes. The person inside that jet possessed such incredible ability; he realized the Predator Mercenary Group might have finally met a true rival.

"It seems this Aura Shield technique I created is actually quite useful!" Zhou Zilong smiled triumphantly.

This Aura Shield was a defensive technique Zhou Zilong had developed during his time at Capsule Corporation. By releasing a burst of energy from within his body, he could form a transparent protective field to deflect attacks from all sides. According to an assessment by Xiao Ling, the system that had been dormant until recently, it could withstand energy attacks up to five times his own combat power—a very decent defensive move.

"You in the plane, dare you come down and face us in a real duel!" Golden shouted into a loudspeaker, his voice echoing through the air.

Zhou Zilong smiled slightly and replied, "I've had my fill of gunfights. It's time to go down there and wipe out this mercenary group!"

"Kid, you've got guts, actually daring to come down," Golden said with a vicious tone as he watched Zhou Zilong exit the jet, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Zhou Zilong was now wearing a black bodysuit, his physique sturdy and his gaze resolute. He looked up at Golden, a confident smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'm here to wipe you all out, so why wouldn't I dare? I forgot to tell you, I was just warming up earlier!"

Hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Golden's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ferocity. "Hmph, you talk a big game. I just wonder if you actually have the ability to back it up!" With that, he waved his hand, signaling his men to attack.

A group of fierce, menacing men swarmed in from all directions, brandishing various weapons and charging toward Zhou Zilong with murderous intent. Yet, Zhou Zilong did not show a hint of fear; he clenched his fists and assumed a combat stance.