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Chapter 70 Three Ferocious Dragons? Three Dead Dragons! (This chapter was really enjoyable to write, please give me a monthly vote on Monday!)
Under the incredulous gaze of the tall officer, Chen Zhan's figure grew faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the little white dragon.

Moreover, Chen Zhan is not one to waste words.

Lunge! Pull up your fist!
Half-step collapse!
Along with the horse, the white horse under Little White Dragon let out a "whimper" and died too quickly to even neigh.

Blood spurted from the white horse, which flew through the air with a whimper.

The little white dragon had its legs clamped around the horse's belly, ready to fly off with it, but now it remained where it was.

Chen Zhan grabbed his thick braid with one hand and dragged him off the horse, the pain instantly hitting him.

Chen Zhan laughed and said, "You've got quite a long braid, Little White Dragon, huh? Trying to bombard me with a cannon? Do you even recognize me?"

Before Little White Dragon could speak, Chen Zhan flicked his wrist, channeling his power to Little White Dragon. The burly man, who was over a meter tall, seemed to have his mind controlled, unable to move and trembling all over.

It kept shaking!

With a casual flick of Chen Zhan's wrist, he disrupted Chen Zhan's balance, channeling the force into several acupoints, causing Chen Zhan to tremble instantly.

Using neutralizing force against someone who has only trained in strength for a few days is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

It took only a few seconds for the two dragons beside him to react.

He didn't even put down the tortoise shell in his hand; he raised it and fired.

But at this distance, even two sharpshooters like Ye Ningzhen wouldn't be able to hit him.

A flick of the wrist, a twist of the body.

Chen Zhan and his two companions withdrew between the two horses, leaving the little white dragon unable to move.

It was too late for the two to stop.

Bang! Bang! Two shots hit his older brother.

"Brother! Brother!"

The two men spoke, but the pretty boy could only scream in agony.

However, Chen Zhan quickly silenced them both. He gently stroked the horses' backs, unleashing a surge of hidden power that caused the two horses to tremble and throw them off.

Chen Zhan's old Xingyi style resembled both a dragon and a tiger. He lunged forward and grabbed the two men's back tendons with both hands.

There's no need to use any hidden force.

If the hand were to reach out again, and the eagle's claws were to grab, the neck would be shattered.

However, among the three men were skilled gunmen. Chen Zhan acted too quickly, and the others didn't have time to react. By the time they came to their senses, the leader, the pretty boy, had already been killed by the second and third leaders.

They dared not fire at all, but Pang Feihu was a master marksman. He was naturally accurate and fired two shots in quick succession with his Type 38 rifle.

A skilled marksman can fire at least two shots in quick succession.

Ye Ningzhen would often fire three shots in quick succession, hitting different spots to form a triangular shape, locking onto the target and making it very difficult to dodge.

Before Chen Zhan made his move, he observed that the man's hands were covered in calluses, his index finger was wide, and the bent part was black.

As Ye Ningzhen had mentioned on the way, the most skilled shooters always had different index fingers, and even a master of internal martial arts like herself couldn't avoid it.

Chen Zhan released his grip, ducked down, and passed under the bellies of the two horses. Two bullets pierced one horse and stopped inside the other.

Before the two ferocious dragons could even land, Chen Zhan couldn't let them go. He channeled his energy into both hands, turned to the side, lowered his elbows, and loosely clenched his fists!

Tai Chi Parry and Strike!
After reaching the level of mastery, practicing Tai Chi hammer techniques will be at a completely different level.

Tai Chi emphasizes profound skill. One might not dare to leave the house even after ten years of practicing Tai Chi. Once one reaches the level of "transformation energy," all the power in one's body is concentrated in one place, and the fierce and powerful force of the whole body can be revealed.

As the hammer struck, the force of the loosely clenched fist made the air slightly thicker.

The mountains crumbled and the earth split open, roaring forth.

Two large horses, just shot, flew out, each weighing several hundred kilograms. The double hammers used a shockwave, sending the two horses flying directly in front of the shooter.

The other party quickly dodged, and several more people fired shots during this opening.

Chen Zhan's divine will and golden core spun wildly, instantly grasping the direction of seven or eight bullets. He dodged three bullets by leaping and turning on the spot, but took another step, which was in the opposite direction to the two ferocious dragons.

"He's trying to run! Shoot him to death, riddle him with bullets!" Hunjianglong, with a ferocious dragon tattoo on his bald head, shouted madly. The sound of gunfire erupted.

However, many people were swept away by the two horses, and Chen Zhan was fast. He didn't hit anyone even with more than a dozen shots. Chen Zhan was not trying to escape. He took a step and moved to the front of the disarmament basket.

With a flick of his toe, a basket of guns traced an arc and scattered in the air.

Ye Ningzhen stood dozens of meters away, making a sweeping motion with her hands in the air, and pulled seven or eight guns into her arms.

Without pausing, Chen Zhan moved again, the autumn wind blowing fallen leaves, and his figure once more caught up with the two ferocious dragons.

The dragon tattoos on the two men were particularly eye-catching to Chen Zhan. He thought of Ding Lianshan's Great Stele-Smashing Hand and decided to use the two men to test his skills.

He unleashed a powerful horizontal strike, but the force in his hand was spiraling, precisely the explosive "Rolling Thunder Chop" from the Great Monument Slayer!

The Great Smashing Stele has five types of strokes: rolling stroke, thunder stroke, willow leaf stroke, cross stroke, and coil stroke.

These are all techniques for generating power that can only be mastered after reaching the level of Transformation Force!
The palm strike produced a thunderous roar, pressing down on the air and causing it to explode. The rolling motion was a twisting force, and the thunderous force was an explosive force; one twist and one explosion.

With both palms pressed against the chests of the two dragons, each of them weighing two hundred pounds, they were instantly sent flying back like kites with broken strings.

But that was just the force of Chen Zhan's palm strike; the Thunderous Force was still in his body!
"Boom! Boom!"

Two burly men exploded in mid-air!
Torn apart by the twisting and explosive force, the person was suspended in mid-air, but upon landing, their chest cavity was shattered, and their internal organs scattered in the air.

Blood rained down from the sky, soaking the remaining bandits.

Thus, the three fierce dragons turned into three dead dragons.

Gunshots rang out behind Chen Zhan, but he ignored them completely. Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy was stunned, he charged into the herd of horses, his arm transforming into a steel whip, blocking and striking from the side, charging wildly, not caring whether it was people or horses.

A master of the highest level of internal energy transformation is already a general capable of slaying hundreds of people on the battlefield.

If he had a long spear, Chen Zhan would have killed even faster.

However, he was not as fast as Ye Ningzhen at this moment, because the dense gunfire came from her direction. The sound was so loud that it made his scalp itch and his hair stand on end. Fortunately, it was not aimed at him.

More than twenty bullets were fired, arranged in layers in the air like a dense fishing net, cutting through the wind.

Pang Feihu, who had previously shot Chen Zhan, was now surrounded from all sides, with nowhere to go.

He only realized he was a frog in a well when he was dying.
A gun! It can be used like this? And marksmanship can produce this kind of effect?

First, deal with the expert gunman. Ye Ningzhen fired with both hands and kept changing positions, almost without any aiming steps.

She moved with graceful agility, dodging and weaving amidst a hail of bullets. In just a few turns, she had missed six shots.

More than thirty bandits fell from their horses, while Chen Zhan's side had only killed about ten.

In terms of lethality, we still have to look at firearms.

The tall man's eyes widened in shock. He quickly reached for the basket not far away, grabbed the gun, aimed, and fired a few shots, killing several bandits.

They dared not fire.

Because there were only ten or so riders left beside Chen Zhan, and Chen Zhan moved quickly, he was afraid of shooting Chen Zhan.

Ye Ningzhen had only one gun left. She slowed down her firing speed, but she was very confident that she wouldn't interfere with Chen Zhan. The two of them slowly finished off the last ten horse bandits.

After a short while, it became completely quiet.

Chen Zhan stopped moving, and the gunfire also stopped.

A scene of corpses, a pool of blood, and horses neighing and running wildly.

From the moment Chen Zhan charged out from the side to the moment Ye Ningzhen fired her gun, only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed.

There were still about a hundred train passengers alive, and at that moment, all was silent, as if they had even forgotten the fear and the escape they had just experienced.

It wasn't just a change in offense and defense; it completely transformed the entire situation.

From lambs to the slaughter to ultimate victors, survivors.

Chen Zhan's figure standing in the pool of blood was like a demon descending upon the world, making people afraid to look directly at him.

(End of this chapter)