Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Outside Biyou Village, at an unknown distance.

The wind, carrying the earthy smell of the countryside, swept across the barren grassy slope, swirled in front of a shady, hollowed-out area, and swirled up a few pieces of withered grass stained with blood.

Deep in that depression, Zhang Kun, wearing a baseball cap, was hunched over, needing to hold onto the earthen wall with each step to catch his breath.

Of course, he wasn't the only one in such a sorry state.

Zhang Kun's left hand was gripping Qiu Rang's arm tightly. Blood was seeping from the deputy village chief's abdomen, the dark brown bloodstains had soaked through two layers of clothing, and the edges of several sword wounds were torn open. With each dragging motion, the pain caused Qiu Rang to break out in a cold sweat.

"Ha...ha...cough cough cough!"

Zhang Kun frowned as he listened to the other man's bellows-like breathing, gritted his teeth, and gently placed Qiu Rang on the ground. As soon as the weight was gone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Zhong Xiaolong, he had already fainted to the side. His hair was stuck to his skin with cold sweat, and his face was as pale as paper.

His clothes were also riddled with holes and torn into tattered strips. His exposed arms and calves were covered with scratches and sores, which were also bleeding. Dark red blood dripped down his trouser legs and onto the ground, forming small puddles.

If you didn't know better, you might mistake this person for a dark web streamer.

Of the three, only Zhang Kun remained somewhat conscious. After catching his breath, he leaned against the earthen wall, his back against the stone, his hands supporting him behind him to maintain his posture.

Their situation isn't actually that bad, since 'good' and 'bad' are relative terms.

Although they all looked miserable, their clothes were torn and their bodies were injured, and they could not even stand steadily, at least they were still alive and could still breathe in this hollow.

As for those nameless monsters who attacked, few of them are probably still virgins at this moment—several are dead, and the rest are missing flesh and not far from death.

The reason they were able to fight to this extent is undoubtedly due to the effectiveness of the greyhound that Qiu Rang borrowed.

Earlier on the barren slope, when those strange people had the upper hand, Qiu Rang gritted his teeth and activated his Qi to summon the 'rented' mechanical beast from his Devouring Bag.

As soon as the greyhound "made its appearance," it suddenly opened its mouth, and crimson flames gushed out, burning the giant bee that the opponent had summoned using some unknown method to ashes. The bee didn't even have a chance to struggle before disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The next instant, the cover on its side suddenly popped open, revealing the launch port hidden inside, and several miniature projectiles shot out with a sharp whooshing sound.

At the same time, the structure inside its mouth rapidly transformed, extending a miniature Gatling gun that was aimed at the two strange figures relatively close by—one being the boxer, and the other the cook carrying a shovel and a knife.

call out!call out!call out!
Perhaps it was too difficult to defend against the sudden shooting in the midst of a passionate 'martial arts film set,' because after a few cries of pain, the miniature projectiles all hit their targets. Before the boxer could react, he was thrown into the air by a projectile and blown to pieces.

The strange man carrying the iron pot felt no pressure because he was facing a transformed superhuman, and he reacted quickly, hurriedly using the iron pot to shield himself.

Although the magical iron pot could withstand machine gun fire, the projectiles fired from the greyhound were 'intelligent weapons' that could curve, spinning and turning it into a bloody mess, killing it instantly.

What was originally a delicate balance of five against three was thrown into complete chaos by the mechanical dog's meddling.

The remaining three on the other side—the evil monk, the old man controlling the bees, and the sorcerer with the iron fan—saw the situation turn against them, and their expressions instantly darkened.

They exchanged a glance, no longer concealing their strength, their eyes flashing with ruthlessness as they unleashed their most powerful abilities.

The wicked monk wore a tattered robe, his exposed arms covered in tattoos. He clasped his hands together, then suddenly separated them, black energy emanating from his palms.

Swish!
He risked being shot several times by Qiu Rang with his cleverly designed gun, and used Qiu Rang's figure to cover himself.

He leaped swiftly through the grass, each step precise, and after a series of leaps, he faced the mechanical dog that had been displaying its power for a minute.

Swish! !

In a daze, the evil monk's body trembled violently, his limbs shook violently, and his Qi surged instantly, with black Qi swirling around him as if surrounded by black mist.

His speed suddenly increased, so fast that he was just a blur, as if he had three heads and six arms, all wielding long swords, and was coming to kill.

In the blink of an eye, three great sword lights shot out from his hand, gleaming coldly as they swept towards the mechanical dog. For a moment, the air seemed to be torn apart by the sword lights, making a "hissing" sound.

But the evil monk didn't rest after using this move. He twisted his feet, leaped across the ground, and flashed like a black lightning bolt, chasing after his sword light. He clearly wanted to take advantage of the situation to destroy the greyhound.

Snapped!Snapped!
The sword light struck the greyhound, producing a crisp metallic clang. The mechanical dog staggered from the force of the sword light, a layer of its silver coating was scraped off, and a shallow cut appeared in the very center—though not deep, it was enough to demonstrate the power of the sword light.

But... machines are ultimately just machines; they feel no pain and feel no fear. No matter what kind of attack they suffer externally, as long as their core internal components are intact, it will not affect their operation.

Therefore, the greyhound merely shook its head, making a "click" sound as it turned, before turning its gaze back to the evil monk who had followed closely behind.

The red light in its electronic eye flashed once, clearly indicating that it had locked onto the target. It's not hard to imagine that countless projectiles would fly out from its body in the next instant, killing the evil monk.

But at that very moment, something unexpected happened.

A buzzing sound came from afar, growing closer and closer, like countless insects flying around.

Immediately afterwards, countless bees swarmed in like a dark, ominous cloud, densely packed and blotting out the sun, and pounced on the greyhound.

As soon as they pounced on the greyhound, it was as if a sugar figurine had encountered high heat, instantly turning into sweet syrup. The pale yellow syrup stuck to the greyhound's metal shell, and in no time it covered its entire body, from head to four legs, completely wrapped in the syrup.

The honey seemed to possess a magical power, transforming into an incredibly sticky glue. While it posed no real threat, it severely hampered the greyhound's movements. The mechanical dog tried to lift its mechanical legs, but the honey was too strong, pulling its legs back halfway up, making even turning its head extremely difficult.

At this moment, even Grandma O'Neal could probably turn around faster than it—the greyhound seemed to be nailed to the spot, only able to emit a low hum, but unable to move.

The evil monk's eyes flashed with smugness when he saw that his plan had succeeded.

He didn't linger in the fight, tentatively slashing a few times at the mechanical dog—the sword light landed on the honey, only splashing some honey but failing to damage the metal shell inside. Seeing that it had no effect, he stopped wasting his energy and turned back to fight Qiu Rang.

At this moment, he seemed to have no worries. Perhaps because of his eagerness, his attacks became much fiercer. The black sword light in his hand was faster and faster, heading straight for Qiu Rang's face. Qiu Rang could only retreat continuously, relying on his movement technique and protective magic weapon to barely defend himself.

And it wasn't just him. After his "comrade" fell, the one holding the iron fan also seemed to stop hiding. The iron fan in his hand "whooshed" open, with strange patterns drawn on the fan surface. As he turned his wrist, blue qi rose from the fan surface.

Then, he first used several spells to interfere, and then waved his iron fan continuously, sending streaks of cyan energy flying towards Zhang Kun and Zhong Xiaolong.

Zhong Xiaolong was already injured, and now he was even more unable to resist. If Zhang Kun hadn't risked his life to protect him, he probably would have been hit long ago.

In less than half a minute, the situation on the field suddenly reversed, with the previously suppressed weirdos regaining the upper hand and returning the situation to the one where the Biyou Village members were suppressed.

However... the advantage of fighting with "machines" is that these "weapons" are not impatient, nor are they afraid of death. Even when trapped in a predicament, they will not retreat in the slightest.

Although it was wrapped in 'honey glue' and looked like a slime, resembling a large pale yellow dumpling, it was only wrapped up; its brain—its core program—was still running at high speed.

Just as it was about to be completely enveloped, it suddenly opened its mouth again, and the structure inside changed once more, spitting out something the size of a fist—its outer shell was dark red and engraved with intricate patterns.

Swish!
After being spat out, the object spun in the air before flying back towards the greyhound.

Wow!
As soon as it hit the ground, the unknown object exploded instantly, and orange-red flames shot into the sky, causing the area around the greyhound to burn fiercely.

The flames generated by this method are extremely hot. As soon as they touch the honey, they sizzle and dry it, leaving only a layer of black char residue.

After being burned, although the greyhound's body was still somewhat dry and sticky, and its blackened body made it look a bit disheveled, it didn't hinder its movement too much.

Such a blazing display was quite impressive. The orange-red flames were particularly eye-catching on the barren grass slope. Everyone present was not blind, so how could they not see them?
The evil monk, the beekeeper, and the man with the iron fan all changed their expressions drastically. They immediately abandoned their opponents, ignored Qiu Rang, Zhang Kun, and the Earth Immortal, and rushed towards the mechanical beast.

They moved quickly, their faces grave, clearly regarding the greyhound as the greatest threat.

Actually... their choice is understandable.

This 'iron thing' wields bullets and bombs, and its destructive power is immense. To put it dramatically, in their view, they might be able to fight their enemies until nightfall without suffering any serious injuries—after all, they are all extraordinary individuals with Qi protecting their bodies, making it difficult for ordinary swords and blades to inflict fatal damage.

But gunfire doesn't discriminate.

In such a chaotic battle, if one were to be distracted by dealing with Qiu Rang and the others, there would be no time to dodge the hound's gunfire. If one were to be hit by even one of its bullets, it would likely be fatal.

In comparison, although Qiu Rang and his group also had combat capabilities, they were far less troublesome than the Greyhound. As long as this mechanical beast was destroyed first, the remaining three would be no threat.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
In the blink of an eye, several more great sword beams were swung towards the hound. This time, the sword beams were thicker than before, and the black light was even stronger, clearly indicating that the evil monk had used his full strength.

At the same time, the earth and rocks undulated underground, the ground trembled slightly, and streams of yellowish-brown Qi emerged from the soil, as if earth dragons were about to burst out of the ground and drag the greyhound underground—that was the method of the man with the iron fan. He took advantage of the gap in the evil monk's attack to secretly activate his Qi and manipulate the earth and rocks underground, trying to trap the greyhound.

boom!
The greyhound's "combat" experience was all pre-set, and the database already contained plans to deal with various attacks.

Seeing that the previous greatsword light could not damage its core components, it was naturally not afraid. It took a leap, its mechanical legs kicking out a deep pit in the ground, and its body crashed headfirst into the ground like a silver lightning bolt.

Snapped!Snapped!
The sword light landed on its shell, leaving only a few shallow scratches, but because the mechanical dog also had the strength to leap this time, it was unable to stop its movement.

After a few leaps, the mechanical dog skillfully avoided the "grab" of the soil and rocks under its feet—the soil and rocks had just emerged from the ground and hadn't had time to entangle its legs.

The next instant, the mechanical beast lunged directly at the evil monk.

It adjusted its posture in mid-air, its four mechanical legs bent, like a ferocious beast about to pounce. At the same time, a black tube-like object with countless small holes extended from its mouth, making it easy to imagine what it was about to spew out in the next instant.

sudden! sudden! sudden! sudden!
A rapid and violent burst of steel balls was ejected. The steel balls were silver-gray, smaller than a fingernail, and moved so fast that they almost formed a line, leaving behind faint afterimages in the air.

While individual steel balls may not be particularly powerful, such a dense barrage, combined with extremely close range, can turn a person into mincemeat.

These dozens of steel pellets were fired directly at the evil monk's face, so fast that he had no time to dodge.

The evil monk's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly crossed his hands, channeling his Qi to form a black protective shield in front of him, while simultaneously swinging his sword to block.

However... not everyone in the supernatural community can use the technique of slashing and dodging bullets with a sword, especially since these small steel balls are fast and dense, making it even more difficult to completely block them.

Two or three seconds later, five or six steel balls pierced through the evil monk's protective qi, and with a few "poof" sounds, the steel balls penetrated his monk's robe and shot into his abdomen.

The evil monk groaned and swayed. Blood gushed from his abdomen. He looked down with a pained expression and saw that his intestines had been pierced by steel balls and were bleeding profusely. Blood flowed down between his fingers, and the pain made his vision go black.

At that very moment, the old man who was controlling the bees suddenly appeared and coiled around them like a ghost.

Because of his unique fighting style, he had been hiding in the shadows, controlling bees to distract the hound. Now, seeing the evil monk injured, he no longer concealed himself. With a burst of his full Qi, his speed was astonishing; he was like a yellow shadow, instantly rushing to the hound's side. (End of Chapter)