Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

His response was a sudden, cold glint of light.

"laugh--!!"

"what……"

The chieftain dodged backward with lightning speed, but an arrow still grazed his shoulder, tearing away a piece of flesh as a return for the throwing knife Rams had thrown.

----

"it is good!!!"

Rams excitedly slapped the saddle, revealing a somewhat morbid smile. For him, hitting the target with this arrow was more exhilarating than anything else.

"As expected of the boss, he can hit the target from such a distance!"

"How far did that arrow fly? I bet it was at least several hundred meters."

"The Indians think they can play these tricks on us in the forest? That's just wishful thinking!"

……

Praises were endless, and even though many people ahead were still dying from the bombings, they didn't care.

Poloch's expression was even more serious than before, and an incredible sound came to his keen hearing.

heartbeat?

Poloch had never heard such a heartbeat before, one that drowned out the raindrops, the chatter of his companions, and everything else in his hearing! He had heard the heartbeats of many large animals—deer, wolves, and even the notoriously fierce jaguar—but none could compare.

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"

……

The heartbeat grew louder and closer, approaching them at an incredible speed.

Chapter 297: From Hunter to Prey, It Only Takes a Moment (Part 22)

"What's wrong?" Rams noticed his companion's expression was off. "What's going on now?"

"I'm not sure, I've never heard of anything like this before..."

Halfway through his sentence, Pologi's expression grew increasingly grim, as if he had experienced the end of the world.

The sound disappeared.

The thunderous pounding of his heart suddenly ceased, leaving only the sounds of rain, voices, and the pitiful groans of the unfortunate victims of the bombs not far away. But he didn't think he was going mad. On the contrary, despite being drenched in the pouring rain, the hairs on his body stood on end. He was certain that his body was sending him a warning.

Its sudden appearance and disappearance can only have one explanation.

"Run away..."

"Huh?" Rams didn't understand at first, but he instinctively sensed something was wrong because he had never seen Polocch with that expression before. "Run? Why?"

"I told you, can't you understand human language?" Pologi roared hoarsely, contrary to his usual self. "If we don't run, we're all going to die here!"

……

"boom----!!"

A figure leaped high into the air from the bushes, and before everyone's eyes, he stretched his body in mid-air and landed with the ferocity of a wild beast.

The henchman who was closest to him was incredibly unlucky, becoming his tool to demonstrate his power.

He suddenly stood up, his center wide open, and delivered a Spartan-style front kick. He didn't even need to weaken the kick; relying solely on his own strength, he landed a powerful kick on the man's chest, sending this robust middle-aged man flying.

The power of that kick made this man of similar weight fly through the air with remarkable "lightness" before crashing heavily onto the tree trunk!

The tree trunk trembled violently, rain and leaves cascading down. He clung to the trunk for a while before slowly falling away with a sickening splatter. A layer of deep red bloodstains and crushed bits of flesh remained on the bark. He leaned against the trunk, his eyes bulging, his mouth open, managing to utter a single breath before collapsing to the ground.

Under extreme fear, people make different choices: some run, and some stay to fight.

But for Zhang Renfeng, none of that mattered.

With a light twist of his toes, he spun around and drew the two Volcano Pistols from his waist. Zhang Renfeng never had much patience for these kinds of henchmen, especially not the Skinning Gang, who had committed countless evil deeds and were utterly inhuman. There was absolutely no need to be careful.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

A series of shots, all hitting the center, even in the heavy rain, he maintained an impressive accuracy rate, instantly wiping out a whole group.

Amidst the screams, he completely tore open a gap in the already loose encirclement. The weapons that were about to strike him were forcibly broken by his internal energy cultivation and plunged into the attacker's throat. A follow-up strike landed on the top of his head, the force so great that with a crack, it completely snapped the attacker's cervical vertebrae, causing him to collapse limply to the ground.

"what!!!"

"do not come!"

“Monster…Monster!”

Seeing this, the remaining men were utterly terrified and lost all courage to fight. The Skinning Gang had long been entrenched in the Fox Cave, targeting defenseless passersby. If this gang had any ambition, it would never have fallen to the level of a band of outlaws in 1879.

Amid the barking of dogs, a dark figure darted swiftly across the grass, catching Zhang Renfeng's attention.

The hunting dog closest to him suddenly bolted through the mud. Despite its owners having scattered like birds, it fearlessly lunged at Zhang Renfeng, just as it had done in training, charging straight at his face!

"boom!"

A special bullet struck the hunting dog, sparks flew, and its fur burst into flames.

In an instant, the fierce bark turned into a heart-wrenching howl. It fell to the ground, transforming into a small, burning fireball, which scurried across the land for a moment. Fortunately, the torrential rain quickly extinguished the flames. But the smell of burning flesh and the utterly tragic howl before its death were the best possible communication signals among its kind.

Realizing their companion had been killed, the remaining hunting dogs scattered.

"Thanks, Theon," Zhang Renfeng said to the person behind him without turning his head.

"Seriously... don't rush in so fast by yourself, we can't keep up." Theon wiped the muzzle of his gun and smiled with great satisfaction. "'Incendiary bombs' are very effective and can be used in actual combat."

"Old Zhang!" After quickly bandaging the chief's bleeding wound, Alana called out, "Here, here!"

"Is the chief alright?" Zhang Renfeng rushed over in a flash, as if the ground was particularly small, and in a few steps he reached the chief's side.

“I’m alright, but that little bastard made the arrow into a barb shape and hooked off a piece of my flesh.” The chief said bitterly, using his uninjured left shoulder to raise his arm and point to the right side of the forest. “I saw him run that way with my own eyes.”

“We’ll handle the rest of the Skinners,” Theon said in a deep voice, taking control of the situation. “You go after Ramsay.”

"Watch out for his sneak arrows!" the chief warned.

"Don't worry." Zhang Renfeng nodded, a confident smile on his face. "Leave it to me."

----

"Ha ha……"

It only takes a fleeting moment for a hunter to become a prey.

The mountains and forests were familiar, the paths familiar, but because they were fleeing in panic, the scene presented a completely new experience for Rams. He hadn't fully grasped what had happened. To ordinary people, Zhang Renfeng's fighting style and methods were incomprehensible. But a skilled hunter relies more on instinct than reason; the perception of danger is ingrained in their instincts. It's just that with the development of civilization, this aspect has gradually been overshadowed by the warmth of a fireplace and the comfort of a mattress.

Faced with a four-meter-tall North American grizzly bear, and at close range, what would a normal person choose?

Charge in and fight it to the death? Don't be ridiculous, that's a guaranteed death sentence!

Rams's solution was to ride away on horseback before the grizzly bear even noticed him.

"What do we do next?" Pologi, also on horseback, had already foreseen the outcome. "Without you, no one in the Rams gang can stand against him. They'll be wiped out."

“We can just recruit those kinds of guys again. These days we lack everything, but we don’t lack desperados.” Rams’ tone was calm, without even a hint of anger. “Of course, special talents like you are different.”

"..." Pologi remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"What do you think I've relied on to keep the gang going all this time? Just skinning people?" Rams seemed to be talking to him, but more than that, he was talking to himself. "As long as that flag is still up, I won't fall. I can build the next gang."

……

On a rainy day, the mountain path was muddy, and the horse was constantly startled, sinking into mud puddles and running very slowly. Walking on flat ground was almost no different for it.

Poloch suddenly changed his expression, because he heard a thunderous roar, and then something heavy and large was thrown at him.

As it cut through the air, it made a whooshing sound!

I heard it.

But there's no escaping it.

"Ruined……"

He closed his eyes in despair.

----

"Boom————!!!"

The boulder crashed down between the two horses, creating a huge shockwave that knocked them to the ground!

Chapter 298: You're not going to hit it even though there's a frame?

"Buzz—!"

He heard a constant buzzing sound in his ears, shook his head, and brushed the dirt off his head.

The horse lay on its side, panting heavily, its eyes wide open. Blood was gushing out from somewhere, seeping into the soil with the rainwater, and it looked like it was about to die.

"Rams..."

A faint voice came from in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and saw that Polocch, who had fled on horseback with him, was trapped under the horse. Polocch was unlucky; his shoe had gotten stuck in the stirrup, and he couldn't escape. Right beside him, a huge rock was embedded in the mud, appearing suddenly on the path as if by magic. This abnormal phenomenon almost made his mind go blank.

He looked in the direction from which the stone had flown and saw a figure slowly rising in the heavy rain.

Rams struggled to describe what he had just witnessed—a discus thrower? A shot putter? Or perhaps some kind of heavy-weight thrower? They all bore a resemblance, but none of them were comparable. This guy had just hoisted a rock that looked to weigh at least 55 kilograms and tossed it at him like a crumpled piece of paper!

It must be said that even in such a critical moment, the way he got up was beautiful, full of a masculine beauty.

Without further hesitation, he abandoned his dying companion and turned to run!

Rams stumbled and staggered through the woods. He didn't have that incredible hearing, nor could he tell when the other person would catch up. All he could do at that moment was try his best to move his numb legs and run with all his might, even though his legs felt like lead and his steps were unsteady, he still had to keep running.

run!

"As long as... we can get to that place..."

Finally, the dense canopy of trees overhead vanished, and he entered a warm and beautiful place—more than fifty hot springs of varying sizes, all steaming even in the rain. Even under the gloomy sky, these hot springs displayed incredible colors: cobalt blue, deep purple, and emerald green, as if God had randomly adorned them with his brush, condensing the clouds that should have hung on the horizon into the springs themselves.

The Pool of Bliss.

The tourist hotspots promoted by those shameless newspapers were also the source of this tragedy.

Rams was dazed from the shock, but his mind remained clear. Continuing to wander through the woods, he knew he had no chance of winning. He might as well take a gamble, placing all his hopes on a high-probability event; if it didn't work out, he'd just accept his fate.

Feeling the ground rumble and tremble, Rams' lips curled into a smile.

He knew that he made the right bet.

"boom----!!!"

Zhang Renfeng, who arrived shortly after, witnessed this spectacular scene.

One of the springs suddenly gushed forth, seemingly reacting violently with the rainwater. In an instant, white smoke billowed up, concealing Rams's figure within.

The world is vast and full of wonders. Even someone like Zhang Renfeng, who has crossed oceans from his birthplace and witnessed countless strange tales, still has blind spots in his knowledge. Unsure of the situation before him, he did not rush forward but instead stood sideways, assuming a fighting stance.

There are more than fifty hot springs here, nestled in the ground, creating a picturesque scene that has led to their promotion as a famous tourist attraction. But in reality, the locals of Fengxi Port know that only three or four of them offer a truly peaceful place to bathe.

What remains are geysers that could erupt at any time.

Each eruption produces a large amount of boiling hot water and steam, which, if the temperature is cold enough, forms the fog we see today.

"calm down……"

Rams had been waiting for this moment. Under the cover of the white mist, he quickly retreated to one of the hot springs. The reason was simple: this hot spring had many rocks and a shallow water level, making it the closest cover point to him. The white mist bought him a brief respite, but it also obscured his vision. As long as his opponent remained still and made no sound, he wouldn't be able to pinpoint their location.

"call……"

After letting out a long breath, Rams secretly calculated the time. The geyser wouldn't erupt too much, and the white mist from this eruption would soon dissipate. He needed to use this brief pause to adjust his breathing and focus, and decide the outcome the moment the mist cleared!

Draw the bow.