"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" As soon as Golden finished speaking, the entire battlefield plunged into chaos. Explosions rang out from every direction, their bursts of fire tearing across the once-peaceful ground as smoke and dust filled the air. Many members of the Predator Mercenary Group who hadn't managed to take cover were blasted away.
The one behind it all was Zhou Zilong. He piloted a specially designed fighter jet, hovering in midair with a calm glint in his eyes. Just moments earlier, he had pressed a button inside the cockpit marked with a Meteor Pattern. Instantly, the spherical object he had launched before broke apart in the air into countless tiny particles, raining down like fire.
"This is the present I prepared for you," Zhou Zilong murmured coolly.
The sudden attack sent the members of the Predator Mercenary Group into a panic. They scattered in search of shelter, but the explosions seemed to follow them wherever they went. More and more were wounded or killed.
Golden, an instructor with the Predator Mercenary Group, stood on a rise and stared down at the chaos, his brow furrowed. He shouted into his communicator, "Jerry, what exactly is going on? Why didn't our sensors detect any energy fluctuations from the enemy's attack?"
Jerry's slightly flustered voice came through the communicator. "Instructor Golden, I'm really sorry. I suspect their technology is far more advanced than ours, which is why our detection equipment didn't react at all!"
Golden took a deep breath, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. "Is that so? Then we'll have to keep this guy here and study him thoroughly!"
With that, Golden quickly issued orders for his men to stabilize the situation and launch a counterattack against Zhou Zilong. Gunfire and explosions rang out one after another, and the battlefield erupted into a fierce fight.
Zhou Zilong felt the chaos around him from inside the fighter jet, but his heart remained unmoved. He maneuvered through the air with ease, dodging attacks from the ground. He knew this battle was only one part of his plan; he still had more important things to do.
"Even though the fights in Dragon Ball have moved beyond guns, I might as well have one gunfight before we start trading Qi Gong blasts," Zhou Zilong muttered.
As he neared his target, Zhou Zilong suddenly pulled the nose of the jet up. The aircraft traced a graceful arc through the sky before diving toward the ground. Just before it was about to crash, he pressed a button inside the cockpit. A surge of energy burst from the jet, instantly engulfing the mercenary squad below in a sea of flames.
"This is only the beginning," Zhou Zilong said coolly. He circled once in the sky, then charged toward another target.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The machine guns mounted on both sides of the fighter jet opened fire, riddling several Predator Mercenary Group buildings with bullet holes.
The Predator Mercenary Group quickly organized a defense and deployed more troops, preparing to counterattack Zhou Zilong.
"Get the rocket launchers and shoot that plane down!" Golden roared from the command room. His face was filled with fury and frustration. He couldn't tolerate anyone daring to challenge his authority.
At Golden's command, rocket after rocket soared from the ground toward Zhou Zilong's fighter jet. But Zhou Zilong didn't panic. He calmly piloted the aircraft, deftly dodging every rocket.
"Looks like rockets can't threaten him," Golden said with a frown, considering his next move. He knew this opponent was stronger than any he had faced before. Zhou Zilong had both formidable power and intelligence, and defeating him would require more effective methods.
Golden ordered several jets to be deployed to surround Zhou Zilong's fighter. These jets were fast and heavily armed, the elite forces of the Predator Mercenary Group. They swiftly encircled his aircraft and launched a fierce attack.
But Zhou Zilong didn't back down. He took a deep breath and focused his Qi, forming a powerful Aura Shield. The shield tightly enveloped his fighter jet, and no matter how fierce the attacks from outside, they couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
"Ha!" Zhou Zilong roared, and his Aura Shield grew even stronger. The bullets and rockets that had been fired at him fell away as soon as they touched the shield, unable to harm him at all.
"How is this possible? What kind of technology could create something so powerful?" Golden stared in astonishment. He couldn't believe his eyes. The man inside that fighter jet possessed such incredible abilities. He realized that the Predator Mercenary Group might have finally met a true opponent.
"Looks like this Aura Shield technique I came up with is pretty useful!" Zhou Zilong smiled smugly.
Zhou Zilong had developed the Aura Shield technique himself while he was at Capsule Corporation. It worked by releasing a surge of energy from within his body to form a transparent protective aura that blocked attacks from all sides. The system, Xiao Ling, had assessed the technique before falling back asleep. It could withstand energy attacks up to five times his own battle power, making it a pretty good defensive technique.
"Hey, you in the plane! Do you dare come down and face us?" Golden shouted through a loudspeaker, his voice echoing through the air.
Zhou Zilong smiled faintly and replied, "I've had my fill of gunfights. It's time to go down there and wipe out this whole group!"
"Kid, you've got some nerve, coming down here!" Golden said viciously when Zhou Zilong emerged from the fighter jet. His eyes gleamed with menace.
Zhou Zilong wore a black, tight-fitting outfit. Muscular and determined, he looked up at Golden, the corner of his mouth curling into a confident smile. "I came here to wipe you out. Why wouldn't I dare? Oh, and I forgot to tell you—I was just warming up!"
Golden's eyes flashed with surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a murderous glare. "Hmph, you sure talk big. Let's see if you actually have what it takes!" He waved a hand, signaling his men to attack.
A crowd of fierce-looking men surged in from every direction, weapons in hand, charging toward Zhou Zilong. But he wasn't afraid in the slightest. He clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance.
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