Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 790 Losing Both People and Money

Click!

The dagger broke in the middle, and the entire tiger's mouth of the Hawk was covered in blood, with the skin, flesh and tendons exposed. His thumb hung limply, with charred marks remaining on it. A smell of roasted meat wafted up, clearly indicating that his hand was ruined.

There was a bang.

The impact shook his entire body, and the hawk was involuntarily propelled to crash through the carriage and into the passenger compartment.

"This...this is a trap?!"

Hawk quickly propped himself up, but the scene before him made him dizzy.

Where are the valuable resources? All that can be seen in this carriage are layers of dark, pungent stones.

It's something like a mineral.

These things are not necessarily garbage or worthless.

However, it was quite different from the special monster meat, true martial arts manuals, divine weapons and precious medicines that I had imagined.

He went to great lengths to move a piece of this raw material, like ore, but he couldn't very well sell it as raw ore.

Click, click, click! ! !

Three more crisp sounds followed.

Before the hawk could think, it quickly regained its senses, slapped its hand, and rammed into the top of the carriage.

The situation is clearly obvious.

What that woman was talking about... the so-called resource transfer... was nothing but a trap! Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have been so calm and reacted so quickly.

"The eagle soars into the sky!"

With a loud bang, Hawk crashed through the carriage and suddenly transformed into a streak of black light, soaring into the sky like a real hawk, bringing with it a strong gust of wind as he pounced on the three people outside.

From the brief exchange just now, he could tell that these three were not particularly strong; their only real strength lay in their gunpowder-filled rope guns.

Gunpowder guns... he had already handled them before.

If it were a large-scale troop formation of the government troops, with hundreds or thousands of soldiers firing in unison, they might only be able to temporarily avoid the enemy's sharp edge.

but…...

Just these three broken guns.

It has a slow rate of fire, low power, and is troublesome to reload.

They say it can pose a huge threat to martial artists...

Hawk was so tired of hearing this kind of rhetoric that he always scoffed at it.

In terms of sheer threat... a matchlock gun... is not as threatening as a repeating crossbow.

That was merely a momentary lapse in attention, blinded by greed, causing him to lose focus and become careless, resulting in an unintentional sneak attack.

If it really came down to a direct confrontation, he was confident... he could take them down in a single breath...

Bang bang bang! ! !

Three loud gunshots rang out, followed by a cloud of white smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder.

The hawk chuckled disdainfully, unleashing a surge of power from its feet, its body suddenly rising higher, and sharp strands of energy rapidly coiling around its claws.

As long as he dodges the first shot, the long reload time of this thing is enough for him to get close and kill three people.

Bang bang bang!!! Just then, three more loud gunshots rang out, flames spewed from the muzzles, and three streams of air rushed toward the front of Hawk's chest.

"what?!"

Caught off guard, Hawk had no idea there would be a second round. His expression was a mixture of shock and anger as he tried desperately to dodge, but it was too late.

Three bullets, carrying a scorching heat, struck the hawk's chest with precision.

The forward momentum stopped instantly, and the body was thrown back by the impact.

Perhaps because he had done too many bad things, beneath the seemingly thin black clothes of this hawk, there was a layer of fine inner armor.

This time, although it hit a vital spot, the inner armor absorbed the force, and the body was protected by the force, which ultimately neutralized the kinetic energy of the bullet.

But the hawk had no time to feel fortunate.

Thump thump thump...

At that moment, three more loud gunshots rang out.

His expression changed drastically in an instant, but he was powerless to dodge.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

After dozens of gunshots, Hawk's body was riddled with bullets.

The corpse was convulsing and twisting unnaturally, with dark red blood flowing everywhere.

Gunshots weren't just heard here.

Elsewhere in the convoy, a dense barrage of gunfire shattered the silence of the dense forest in the dead of night.

Screams, wails, and unintelligible sobs.

A grand feast of carnage always needs some decorations to begin.

The gun is fast from seven steps away, and the gun is accurate and fast within seven steps.

This is not a joke.

Even though the average strength of the coachmen and guards in the caravan was no match for these black-clad men who were all martial arts masters.

However, it was equipped with a repeating gunpowder gun.

In just a short while, most of the hyenas that had come charging in with such ferocity had been brutally killed by gunfire.

They lost both their lives and their money.

“As expected… he was right… this thing… truly is the best weapon for ordinary people to defend themselves…” On the carriage, Zhong Han surveyed the entire scene, his eyes fixed on the repeating gunpowder gun, which gleamed brightly.

She hadn't understood why Han Yi insisted that gunpowder would change the world.

Now, she understands a little.

Originally, the gunpowder rope gun was mediocre and unremarkable. Under Han Yi's guidance, which combined his experience from his previous life, the tedious loading process was eliminated. With continuous fire, a three-person team could aim at vital points and pose a threat to martial arts masters.

If that were all, it wouldn't have shocked her so much. Hidden weapons, formations, poisons—similar auxiliary methods and ways to overcome the strong with the weak are countless.

The key is that conventional auxiliary methods require that the two sides' strengths cannot be too disparate.

At the very least, the weaker party must have some strength to support it.

But this repeating gunpowder gun... is a little different.

Even an ordinary person with no martial arts foundation, if they set a trap and suddenly unleash their power, there is a very high probability that they could kill a martial arts master if caught off guard.

Martial arts master!

That's a martial arts master!!

The person Zhong Han had ever seen with exceptional talent and the fastest breakthrough speed would still need several years to start cultivating from scratch.

As for those who are slow, many spend ten or even decades to break through to the Martial Master level. Yet, an ordinary person, after only a few months of training, can use an external object to contend with them…

This completely overturned Zhong Han's long-held beliefs.

The shock and impact on her mind and spirit was unimaginable.

"Run! It's a trap!!"

"I knew it, that woman was suspicious!!!"

"Enough with the nonsense, let's get out!"

In the first round of combat, nearly 60% of the masked men in black who attacked the convoy were killed.

At this moment, the remaining masked men in black around the convoy unleashed all sorts of secret techniques and trump cards, frantically trying to break outwards.

Those who meddle in the mess of the Myriad Beasts Sect and try to profit from it all share several common characteristics.

Being bold is one thing.

Strong, yet another one.

Skill breeds daring. Those who dare to risk their lives to infiltrate the Black Miasma Mountains—each one possesses a unique and exceptional skill.

Especially after so many people died in the first wave, it became clear that a trap existed.

The rest are all seasoned veterans, seasoned pros, formidable in strength, cautious, and possessing countless trump cards.

These people, realizing things were going wrong, immediately abandoned their attack, stopped fighting, and fled.

The guards in the convoy couldn't really keep them there.

After all, the greatest advantage of a repeating gunpowder gun lies in its ability to launch a surprise attack, striking unexpectedly and delivering a devastating blow.

Determined to escape, dozens of people used all their skills to flee from different directions and angles at incredible speed.

Let alone ordinary caravan guards, even a grandmaster like Zhong Han couldn't possibly stop everyone.

Zhong Han snapped out of her daze and witnessed the scene before her, but her expression remained calm and unchanged. She knew they couldn't escape.

Awooo~~~~~

Sure enough, a long wolf howl echoed in the distance, followed by faint screams and gunshots.

Before long, a number of masked men in black, looking disheveled and terrified, rushed back.

They were all filled with fear and unease, looking back frequently like startled birds, as if some ferocious beast was chasing them from behind.

"A bunch of stupid thieves, trying to take advantage of us, don't they even know their own limitations!" A figure in blue appeared and shouted sternly.

"Speak! Who told you the news? Tell us, and we'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

It was Zhong Yunxiu leading a large group of elite troops, who surrounded them from all directions of the mountains and forests, forming a tight circle that forced the group of men in black back.

"That's right! Who's secretly directing you? Tell me! Do you really want to be used like this?"

Click click click...

With a series of clicking sounds as magazines were being changed, Zhong Han shouted angrily and landed in front of a group of men in black. Behind her were a group of guards who were on high alert, their fingers on the triggers, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

The mother and daughter exchanged glances and nodded to each other, indicating that everything was going according to plan.

“I…we don’t know either…” The men in black looked at each other, and finally one of them walked out with a mournful face.

"All we knew was that she was a woman, and that there would be a tremendous opportunity here... So we, a group of people, were also blinded by greed and came to try our luck, but who would have thought..." He sighed and pulled off his mask.

"Flying Mantis Mo Jie?" Zhong Yunxiu narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of disgust. "Such a despicable person, driven by profit, yet you call yourself a righteous sect." "Forced by life, I had no choice." Mo Jie sighed. "We rogue martial artists are not like you big families. If we want to improve and become stronger, we must seize every possible opportunity."

"Heh... There are plenty of opportunities. What you want... is nothing more than getting something for nothing... doing some business with no capital." Zhong Yunxiu just sneered. "And the rest of you? Stop hiding your true intentions. At this point, is there any point left?"

The other masked men in black all sighed deeply, slowly removing their masks, their expressions bitter and helpless.

"Earth Dragon Huang Yuanjia, Blue Demon Legs Yong Wu, Little Red Jade Sun Mengyao..."

Zhong Yunxiu's gaze swept over them one by one, her tone stern: "Very well... You all usually appear so righteous and respectful, but now that the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect is in trouble, you're jumping out to cause trouble? It's true that the sect has been disbanded..."

But our people... are still alive!