A Sequence Expert's Weakness in Old Age

A frenzy of gunfire erupted at the indoor shooting range.

The shooting range has excellent soundproofing, but it cannot completely block out all sounds, especially after the bloodshed at the Song family's residence.

Amidst the extremely violent gunfire, Song Xianzong moved with agility, like a butterfly fluttering through the hail of bullets.

The hail of bullets, combined with Zhang Xuezhou's extremely accurate shooting, forced him to approach cautiously.

Zhang Xuezhou's comment, "What amazing dodging skills! Guess where I'll shoot next?" ultimately had an impact on him.

Different firing directions result in different locations where evasive maneuvers are required.

While it's difficult for small parts of the body like the toes to generate enough reaction power, being interrupted can significantly impact the performance of an individual.

A sharp pain shot through his thumb, and the silk threads on Song Xianzong's black gloves snapped open. Pulled by the threads, he traversed nearly twenty meters through the air, rapidly approaching the location of Zhang Xuezhou and the others.

With just one leap, he could slip right into the middle of the group.

The sudden jump that closed the distance caught Zhang Xuezhou off guard, while the others didn't even have time to turn their guns around.

"We're outsiders, just here to escape disaster. If you don't attack us, we won't attack you either!"

A loud shout rang out, and Song Xianzong's emotionless gaze swept over it.

Too late!

With a slight exertion of his body, he swiftly stepped onto the locker and landed.

As the short knife slashed towards Zhang Xuezhou's neck, Song Xianzong's vision blurred, and Zhang Xuezhou was nowhere to be seen.

Before him stood Chang Kongluo, his face radiating a fierce and imposing aura as he stared at him.

"You old ghost Changkong, what are you doing hiding here!"

Song Xianzong was greatly alarmed.

Before Zhou Xin entered the Seventh Sequence, Chang Kongluo was the number one expert in the Scarlet Alliance State.

Although Chang Kongluo is no longer number one, he is still a formidable obstacle, an obstacle that is difficult for him, the sixth committee member, to overcome.

In an instant, Song Xianzong grabbed the pistol tucked into his waistband and fired a shot into the sky.

Ordinary bullets cannot harm a long-range bullet, but this does not include armor-piercing bullets.

He only had a pistol in his hand, but the bullets were extraordinary; the special material of the cartridge case was extremely penetrating, capable of piercing steel plates with ease.

This also includes people, even highly skilled experts.

With a single shot fired, Chang Kongluo fell to the ground.

This surprised Song Xianzong slightly.

"Damn it, I've encountered another intimidation-type combat technique!"

For an aging master, as normal consciousness gradually fades, their mental strength does indeed decline.

This is the main reason why Song Sijia was able to temporarily control Song Xianzong.

Even Song Xianzong's transition from a semi-chaotic state to full awakening was inseparable from Song Sijia's Dragon Might Combat Technique.

However, this does not mean that Song Xianzong wants to endure intimidation-type combat techniques again, or even more powerful intimidation-type combat techniques.

The ability to briefly confuse his mind is beyond Song Sijia's level.

"Break!"

Driven by his own consciousness, Song Xianzong was searching for his true touch.

He looked at Chang Kongluo, who was lying on the ground staring blankly, and even slapped himself hard across the face.

Only when the pain in his chest returned did the scene before Song Xianzong's eyes quickly fade.

He reached for his waist, and the pistol was instantly in his hand.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Six bullets were fired in quick succession.

Song Xianzong didn't care whether he hit the target or not; he only wanted to completely disrupt the opponent's intimidating fighting style with this sweeping attack.

His gaze swept across the storage compartment, and he saw that the five people who had been squatting below had all disappeared.

By the time his gaze swept over the area, Song Xianzong had already quickly squatted down.

Offense and defense have clearly switched roles.

The deafening roar of machine gun fire filled the air, and Song Xianzong could only lie prone on the ground, waiting for the hail of bullets to pass.

He gripped the pistol, which had only one bullet left, and looked at his chest.

Even with top-tier body armor, the powerful impact of the assault rifle still injured his ribs.

Song Xianzong was relieved that the bullet hadn't hit him in the head.

The voice rang out, "Come here quickly!" and another machine gun joined the firing range, prompting Song Xianzong to fire a shot at the storage cabinet with his other hand.

The armor-piercing round penetrated directly through the locker, carrying with it his familiar muffled groan.

You lost!

Song Xianzong responded in a low, somber voice.

Intimidation-type combat techniques have an effective striking range. The opponent's accomplice fled far away, but the young man who unleashed the technique did not. The distance between him and the opponent was no more than ten meters.

The shouts and the range of machine gun fire directly indicated the enemy's hiding place.

Song Xianzong's shot had a 100% hit rate.

Once this young expert, skilled in both blind fighting and intimidating combat techniques, is eliminated, the remaining four are nothing but sheep. If he recovers even slightly, Song Xianzong can wipe them all out.

"Kill you!"

"What use are you if I'm dead!"

"Do you expect me to send you those few wreaths every year at the foundation stone laying ceremony after you kill me?!"

Song Xianzong's murderous intent surged.

Except for not breaking Song Sijia's neck when he regained consciousness, he retaliated mercilessly against every attacker and killed any who resisted.

Although Zhang Xuezhou had pleaded for safety, Song Xianzong showed him no mercy.

His eyes widened as he felt the madness of his twilight years, and also the possibility of reaching a dead end.

This is not the Ren Household in the Academy District. This area used to have a very grand name.

Imperial City District.

Many important officials' villas were located in this area. Although the Luofu royal family collapsed, the layout of the imperial city remained unchanged.

Even though many buildings were demolished and renovated, many members of the Sequence Committee still live in this area.

It won't be long; Chang Kongluo and the others will arrive here quickly.

Song Xianzong had devised a backup plan to deal with these people, but Song Xianzong was unaware of the vastness of the world and where he could possibly go.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, but also with a hint of confusion.

But in the blink of an eye, a landscape of green hills and clear waters appeared before Song Xianzong's eyes, with an ancient temple in the distance.

As the melodious chimes rang out, Song Xianzong felt as if his hands were stained with blood, and countless repentances were constantly gnawing at his mind.

He stretched out his hands, looked up at the bright sunshine, and then lowered his head.

"Master, what will I gain if I lay down my butcher's knife?"

Song Xianzong spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Your heart can find peace!"

Within the ancient temple, a voice responded faintly.

"What should I do if someone insists on killing me?" Song Xianzong asked.

There was no response from the ancient temple; only the melodious tolling of the bell rang out once more.

"I don't want to die! I'm a hero who helped establish the Scarlet Alliance State, I shouldn't end up like this!"

Song Xianzong roared repeatedly.

"Being betrayed and abandoned by everyone is not my fate!"

He suddenly raised his head, a wild, beast-like glint in his eyes.

"If I don't want to accept this fate, I'll have to eliminate everyone who wants me dead!"

A frenzied roar echoed from his mouth, growing louder and louder until the green hills and clear waters shattered and the ancient temple disappeared, and the indoor shooting range once again came into Song Xianzong's view.

"Die! Die! Die!"

With a roar, Song Xianzong suddenly stood up, his body light and agile, leaping up like a nimble cat.

Machine gun bullets swept haphazardly behind him.

He reached out and grabbed the steel frame of the shooting range. As he jumped quickly toward Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Xuezhou touched the ground with his toes and his entire body was in an extremely strange posture. He was pulled by a rope and flew backward rapidly.

A rifle was still clutched in the other man's hand, even pointed at Song Xianzong.

This made his heart leap.