Annihilation of the 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. Smoke and dust filled the air as many members of the Predator Mercenary Group, unable to dodge in time, were blasted away.

The mastermind behind all this was Zhou Zilong. He hovered in mid-air, piloting a specialized Jet, his eyes gleaming with a calm light. Just moments ago, he had pressed a button in the cockpit marked with a meteor icon. Instantly, the spherical object he had previously released transformed into countless tiny particles in the sky, descending like a rain of fire.

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

The sudden attack threw the Predator Mercenary Group into a panic. They began to flee in all directions, desperately seeking shelter, 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 of the line: "Instructor Golden, I am truly sorry. I suspect the enemy's level of technology is far superior to ours, which is why our detection equipment didn't react at all!"

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 sounds of gunfire and explosions rang out one after another, and the entire battlefield reached a fever pitch.

Inside the Jet, Zhou Zilong felt the chaos around him, but his heart remained completely unmoved. He maneuvered the aircraft nimbly through the air, dodging attacks from the ground. He knew this battle was only a part of his plan; he had more important things to do.

"Although the battles in Dragon Ball have moved past firearms, let me have one last go with guns before I start clashing with ki blasts," Zhou Zilong muttered to himself.

As he approached his target, Zhou Zilong pulled up the nose of the Jet sharply. The aircraft carved a graceful arc through the sky before diving downward. Just as it was about to impact the ground, he pressed a button in the cockpit. A powerful burst of energy erupted from the Jet, instantly engulfing the mercenary squad on the ground in a sea of fire.

"This is just the beginning," Zhou Zilong said calmly. After circling once in the air, he dove toward another 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 quickly organized their defenses and mobilized more troops, preparing to counterattack against Zhou Zilong.

"Get me a rocket launcher 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 anger and resentment; he could not tolerate anyone daring to challenge his authority.

Following Golden's order, rocket after rocket rose from the ground, whistling toward Zhou Zilong's Jet. Yet, Zhou Zilong did not panic. He calmly piloted the Jet, nimbly dodging every single rocket attack.

"It seems rockets pose no threat to him," Golden frowned, contemplating his next move. He knew the opponent he faced today was stronger than any he had encountered before. He possessed both great power and intelligence; if he wanted to defeat him, he would have to use more effective means.

Consequently, Golden ordered several Jets to be scrambled to surround and attack Zhou Zilong's aircraft. These Jets were fast and heavily armed, representing the elite force of the Predator Mercenary Group. They quickly surrounded Zhou Zilong's Jet and began a fierce assault.

However, Zhou Zilong did not retreat. He took a deep breath and gathered his ki, forming a powerful Aura Shield. This shield wrapped tightly around his Jet, and no matter how violent the external attacks were, they could not cause him the slightest bit of damage.

"Hah!" Zhou Zilong shouted. His Aura Shield became even more solid. The bullets and rockets that had been flying toward him simply fell away upon touching his shield, unable to inflict any harm.

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

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

This Aura Shield technique was a defensive move Zhou Zilong had created during his time at Capsule Corporation. By releasing a burst of energy from within his body, he could form a transparent defensive field to block attacks from all sides. According to the assessment of 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 skill.

"Hey, you in the plane! Do you dare 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 emerge from the Jet, his eyes flashing with a cruel light.

Zhou Zilong was wearing a black bodysuit, his physique sturdy and his gaze resolute. He looked up at Golden, a confident smirk curling his lips. "I'm here to wipe you all out, so why wouldn't I dare? I forgot to tell you—what I just did was only a warm-up!"

Hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Golden's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by malice. "Hmph, you talk a big game. I just wonder if you really 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 aggressive momentum. Yet, Zhou Zilong was not afraid in the slightest. He clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance.