Defeating the Strong with the Weak

"This Mental Strengthening Chapter refers to my meeting with Dr. Ren Anran when I was eighteen..."

"Get to the point, just tell me how to cultivate!"

Zhang Xuezhou was secretly planning to stall for time, and Song Xianzong was well aware of Zhang Xuezhou's intentions.

However, Song Xianzong had no choice but to have Zhang Xuezhou stall for time.

All he could do at that moment was urge them on repeatedly, while also making a threatening gesture with a hostile look in his eyes.

"Then I will begin explaining how to cultivate the Mental Strengthening Chapter Mental Strengthening Chapter. This cultivation originates from the brain, and its first step..."

He not only talks a lot, but also repeats himself endlessly when he speaks.

However, Zhang Xuezhou mixed some truth into his nonsense, which made Song Xianzong repeatedly want to attack him but had to hold back.

Zhang Manqian was quite familiar with Zhang Xuezhou, while Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying thought their sons were excellent. Wang Li, on the other hand, had found a reliable mentor. The group's expressions were solemn as they defended themselves, but there was no other unusual behavior.

Only Song Sijia was surprised.

She never expected that Zhang Xuezhou could actually communicate normally with this crazed and insane grandfather.

Zhang Xuezhou was stalling for time. Everyone, including Song Xianzong, knew that Zhang Xuezhou was stalling for time, but Zhang Xuezhou did it anyway.

Compared to Song Sijia's previous desperate attempt, Zhang Xuezhou easily solved the problem with just words.

"We can only hope that Chairman Changkong and the others can get here safely!"

Song Sijia clutched her throat and let out a low moan.

Whether many people can survive to the end, Song Sijia believes, depends on who the important figure who will provide assistance is.

If even one of the top five experts from the Red Alliance Sequence Committee could make it through normally, they all would likely be able to escape safely.

However, whether these important figures could pass through the Song family's territory safely was something Song Sijia found difficult to determine.

"Target number one confirmed!"

"Target number two confirmed!"

"Target number four confirmed!"

A highly mechanical electronic voice sounded from Song Xianzong's side. Song Sijia felt a chill run down her spine and looked at Song Xianzong, whose face was indifferent.

"It's just a regular customer visiting, keep talking, don't stop!"

Song Xianzong looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who had paused at a crucial point, and gestured for Zhang Xuezhou to continue explaining.

Song Xianzong knew Ren Yisheng, but Song Xianzong and Ren Yisheng did not have a friendly relationship. Only his second son, Song Bu'er, had a relatively close relationship with Ren Yisheng.

However, Ren Yisheng was from a poor family, and the Ren Household, having been squeezed dry, could hardly find any more treasures.

Song Xianzong paid little attention to Ren Yisheng, and showed no interest in any topic that Song Bu'er mentioned about Ren Yisheng.

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou recounted the details that Song Xianzong felt a pang of regret.

Perhaps he should have listened more to Song Bu'er instead of being so engrossed in the pursuit of gene therapy.

The blood serum grants him ample genetic combat abilities, and the nourishment of his body keeps him physically robust like a middle-aged man, but his real trouble lies in his mental clarity.

This is the main reason that triggered this serious turmoil in the Song family.

Ziwen believed that he had lost his mind at that moment, while Song Xianzhong disagreed, saying that he was as ignorant as a wild beast and still possessed his own consciousness.

The kills and counterattacks occurred in a short period of time, which triggered the deployment of more targeted measures.

Song Xianzong, who was like a wild beast, might lose his life, but with his mind still intact, he was unlikely to die from the very firearms he was most familiar with.

As Zhang Xuezhou continued his explanation, Song Xianzong unconsciously touched his side.

He was able to maintain a standoff with Zhang Xuezhou and reach a temporary peace talks, but Song Xianzong didn't know if he had the same qualifications when facing Zhou Xin, Chang Kongluo, and Zhu Bufan.

Zhang Xuezhou's incessant introduction was still audible, while Song Xianzong's attention was almost entirely focused on the alarm at his waist.

"You will not negotiate with me. Your purpose in coming here is either to kill me or break my arms and legs, leaving me to die in agony. Only... only..."

Looking at his own injuries, and then at the injuries suffered by Zhang Xuezhou and the others.

Song Xianzong believes that only when both parties have suffered trauma to a certain extent can they communicate calmly and rationally.

At that time, Chang Kongluo and the others might have been able to speak properly instead of relying on numbers and strength to suppress him.

"Three, two, one..."

Originally, Song Xianzong wanted to take Chang Kongluo and the other experts from the Song family who were there to end his life with him, but given the possibility of survival, he hesitated for two seconds before pressing the key control button.

"Boom!"

Like a bolt from the blue, a deafening roar reverberated throughout the imperial city area.

Zhang Xuezhou stopped his rambling and just as he waved for everyone to crouch down, a shaking sensation came from the indoor shooting range.

In that instant, numerous soundproof windows shattered simultaneously, and a violent shockwave carrying various fragments rushed in.

Wang Li, who was leaning against the electronic door, had just assumed a defensive stance when he was knocked away along with the door.

Zhang Xuezhou crouched down as several people bumped into him. The intense pain from his gunshot wound to his chest was amplified by Zhang Manqian's arms, which braced herself against him as she endured the repeated impacts.

"Supreme Purity True Technique!"

Zhang Xuezhou let out a low shout, and as his palm surged with Law Power, he struck Zhang Manqian with the same palm.

As the scalding blood splashed across his face, Zhang Xuezhou glanced sideways at Song Xianzong, who was nearly a hundred meters away, before pulling the trigger.

As the instigator, Song Xianzong obviously found a safer area instead of hiding behind a door like they did.

The shockwave and countless fragments swept past, but Song Xianzong's body only swayed slightly.

But his face flushed red, and as he gripped his waist, he glanced at the chaotic, churning area.

Song Xianzong had no way of telling the other party the exact time he was going to detonate the rocket launcher and explosives, nor was he obligated to tell these people to stand in a relatively safe position.

But he never expected to be hit by a stray bullet under these circumstances.

He couldn't believe that someone could accurately shoot at him while being hit by an explosion; no one could aim like that. It could only be a stray bullet, and it could only be a stray bullet.

Song Xianzong's judgment was not surprising; even blind firing requires sufficient physical instinct.

He had heard Zhang Xuezhou explain Mental Strengthening and felt that this ability, similar to the meditation of ascetics, could guide concentration, but it was not enough to make the opponent hit the target every time, let alone hit him while being knocked away by an explosion.

"Bang!"

Amidst the immense noise from the aftershocks, another gunshot rang out.

The pain of being shot a second time made Song Xianzong unable to stick to his judgment any longer.

He leaped to his feet, completely ignoring the blood gushing from his muscles as dozens of shards of glass ricocheted off.

His five fingers took the shape of sharp claws, and suction cup-like particles grew from his palms. The rapid switching of his genetic abilities allowed Song Xianzong to easily leap over a falling steel frame and avoid a falling steel plate when he reached out.

A hundred meters is not a long distance; an average person can sprint it in just over ten seconds.

For a master like Song Xianzong, the time for a 100-meter sprint is even shorter.

Although the indoor shooting range was disrupted by the shockwave of the explosion, he used his genetic abilities, and the time it took him to traverse obstacles and get close to Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't change much.

It wasn't until the third gunshot rang out and the excruciating pain of his severed left finger that Song Xianzong's confidence finally crumbled.

"The gun went off accidentally!"

A panting, groaning explanation came from behind him. Just as Song Xianzong was regaining his senses, a gunshot rang out, followed by a sharp pain in his left foot.

In addition to the fact that his right hand had been shot by Zhang Xuezhou earlier, when they met again, he had three wounds on his limbs and could no longer regain his previous agility.

What used to be a leisurely stroll of a hundred meters is now a distance that Song Xianzong finds difficult to traverse.

Before Chang Kongluo and the others arrived, his signs of defeat were already becoming increasingly apparent.

He was facing not only a marksman prodigy, but also a young expert who was adept at understanding psychology and seizing opportunities in battle.