Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

His teammates seemed used to his behavior and didn't take it seriously. They hugged the girls who had come over and chatted and laughed with them.

Victor noticed a glimpse of bright golden hair flashing among the group.

Chapter 377: Are you one too?

"Snapped!"

"Hmm?" The soldier frowned, picked up the rattan cane again, and lashed the girl's calf with even more force.

"Snapped--!"

He was quite certain he had hit her, but the blonde girl remained silent, not even making a sound. It was as if what struck her wasn't a whip-like branch, but rather a light, fluffy cotton ball. This surprised him; based on past experience, a blow of that force should have made them scream and cry for their parents. The two girls beside him, who had already received their punishment, were clutching their calves and sobbing, confirming that his strength was not the problem.

"Hey, little girl, you're pretty good at holding back. Heh... It's okay, I like people with strong personalities." He snapped the branch in his hand with a snap, revealing an excited smile. "We're going to have an unforgettable week, until all my brothers, including that frigid guy over there, have slept with you once."

Reach out.

He brushed aside the girl's golden hair.

But he saw a pair of emerald eyes that seemed not to belong to humankind.

"Crack!"

The blonde girl held his elbow with one hand and pressed down on his forearm with the other, then exerted force upwards, instantly breaking his arm.

"??!"

Before the pain could spread, the girl's fingers had already curled into claws and lightly grazed his throat, easily crushing it.

"Ugh! Cough... cough cough..."

His eyes were wide open; he probably didn't know what had happened until his last breath. Hiding in the ravines of the snow-capped mountains, living a peaceful life, how could he suddenly lose his life? And where did the emerald green in the girl's eyes lead?

"ah----!!"

A sharp, hoarse howl, like that of a wolf, seemed completely out of place coming from the girl's slender body. Without pausing for a moment, she turned and pounced on another soldier, tearing open his throat in the same way. Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the ceiling and floor crimson with the paint.

These soldiers had been hiding in this fortress for far too long. The people they captured were, in comparison, the absolute weak. Immersed in the safe environment of dominating the weak, they gradually lost their vigilance. It wasn't until the girl killed four people in quick succession using the same method—pounce, claw, and tear open their throats—that anyone realized what had happened.

“Ah! Ah——!!”

"monster!"

"Don't stand there like an idiot, gun, shoot! Oh no—!!"

"Watch out for stray bullets! Watch out for stray bullets!"

……

Compared to the chaotic army, the girl's movements were fluid and graceful. She moved swiftly across the floor, tabletops, and even walls, wrapping her legs around a person's neck, spinning them once, and silently snapping their neck as she released. Screams, gunshots, and the sound of blood splattering filled the room, but soon, these sounds gradually faded away.

The incident happened so suddenly that Viktor immediately hid under the table. He knew at a glance that he couldn't get involved—it would be tantamount to suicide!

On the battlefield, you must fight when it's time to fight, and you must play dead when it's time to play dead decisively, so that you can save your life first.

He then held his breath and prayed to God that this terrible day would pass quickly.

……

It was finally quiet.

Apart from the girls' frightened sobs, there was no other sound outside. He peeked under the table and saw only scattered corpses, blood, and broken guns.

"It's over?" He held his prized possession, the golden Lemaître revolver that had accompanied him through countless chaotic battles, in his hand. The weight of the metal gave him a sense of security. "...Did she leave?"

……

"Thump—!!"

The girl grabbed the edge of the table with one hand, flipped it over, and threw it to the other side of the house.

Paper and wood chips flew together.

The girl's golden hair fluttered, and her emerald eyes gleamed with a cold and terrifying light as she calmly looked down at him, as if death itself had arrived.

"Ah! Ah—!"

Even the most composed person would be startled and scream at the sight, and he was no exception. Instinctively, he pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

"..." The girl kicked out, and only those who had experienced it firsthand knew how fast and ruthless it was; it almost broke his bones, and the gun flew out of his hand. Immediately afterward, her blood-stained claws suddenly opened and covered his face.

"No, no, no...please, I...I still have...things I haven't finished..."

Viktor murmured in despair. Faced with someone he didn't understand at all, he didn't know what to say to move her. Only his survival instinct kept him talking incessantly, hoping to prolong his death as much as possible, even if it was just for one more second.

The imagined death did not come.

He mustered his courage and opened his eyes, only to see an unbelievable scene—the bullet hadn't pierced her body; instead, it had merely lodged beneath the pale skin of her side. The girl held the bullet between two fingers, her brows slightly furrowed, indicating that she was still feeling pain.

"Boom~~"

She pulled the bullet out by force, without any anesthetic or tweezers, and threw it on the ground.

Then, her wound began to heal at a visible rate...

heal.

"You...who exactly are you...?"

The girl didn't kill him; she simply raised a finger and pointed to the girls who had been captured by the soldiers to the side.

Viktor immediately understood and nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I understand! I, I will send them back, I swear..."

The girl glanced at him, and her deep, emerald-green eyes, as deep as a fairy lake, were imprinted in his mind.

Then, without taking anything, she turned around, pushed open the door, and disappeared into the blizzard.

----

Years later, Red Fox always boasted about his mercenary record of "fighting off the killers." Those who had fought in the Civil War often held him in the highest esteem.

Actually, he wasn't exactly lying; he was just stating part of the truth: he did shoot the killer, and the killer did indeed "retreat" in the end.

But deep down, he always knew just how terrifying the gap was between himself and "that kind of person".

He was deeply afraid of, yet also deeply fascinated by, this superhuman power. Those emerald eyes, like a brand, compelled him to continue his journey after the war, to seek out the wonders of this land. Eventually, he found the old man, and like many of the "children" who came under his command, he learned some of the old man's skills.

Although he's still far from being a serial killer, ... given his talent, this is about all he's achieved, so there's nothing to be dissatisfied with.

……

"Boom-!!"

The resounding thud of a heavy punch brought Red Fox back to reality. He had witnessed Red Fox use his fists to hammer a dent into the armor on the bison's head. Finally, after breaking through a certain limit of the metal, the punch created a crack.

"ah----!!"

Zhang Renfeng stepped on the bull's head, roared to the sky, reached out and grabbed the broken metal edge, tore off a piece of the metal armor, and casually threw it on the ground.

"I see……"

The red fox murmured, "Are you one too?"

Chapter 378: Zhang Renfeng Closes His Eyes

"Dong dong!"

Zhang Renfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively clutched his chest, his mouth slightly open. The excruciating pain from within was unbearable. But at this critical moment, he could only suppress the abnormality in his body, draw his Fish Intestine Sword, and plunge it into the bull's head exposed outside the armor.

"No... this isn't right..."

Too shallow.

The bison beneath him, aroused by the pain, began to struggle, while Zhang Renfeng bit his lip tightly, staring at his hand in disbelief.

Just like a person who is drunk and can't really control their body, at this moment, he has lost some control over his body.

This situation had never occurred before, not even when he was under the illusion of his senior brother. It was as if, suddenly, he was no longer in his own body, but merely a wandering soul from elsewhere.

"how so……"

When this happened, Zhang Renfeng's instinct was to clench his fist, but his five fingers wouldn't cooperate. They trembled in the cold air, refusing to form a fist, instead remaining in a state that was neither quite a claw nor quite a palm.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

A jumbled heartbeat.

His heart began to pound uncontrollably, like a wild horse, faster and faster. At the same time, his breathing became rapid, his temples throbbed, his body trembled involuntarily, and more beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Gradually, more and more parts of his body began to slip out of his control, which made Zhang Renfeng realize something was very wrong.

This made him feel very uneasy, because the fundamental meaning of martial arts lies in being able to have complete control over one's body at crucial moments. It's about transforming one's limbs into a weapon, using them to chop, slash, or thrust to defeat the opponent. He had practiced martial arts for twenty years, and in this path, he had already reached a level of consummate skill.

The current state of affairs has rendered the very foundation of all of this obsolete.

……

"boom!"

A bullet grazed his shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain. Based on previous experience, Red Fox predicted he would dodge, but this time he didn't. He just stood there, frozen, as if he were a different person. The bullet missed, merely grazing his body, yet blood began to flow.

Then, he came running towards him in a very strange way, as if he were drunk and dragging most of his body while running!

"Shit..." Red Fox fired several shots, but the bullets were all deflected at an almost inhuman angle, causing him to exclaim in surprise. After firing all six bullets, he didn't reload, but instead used the revolver as a throwing weapon, smashing it towards Zhang Renfeng's forehead.

"when!"

The gun slammed into his forehead with a loud metallic clang. Zhang Renfeng neither dodged nor flinched, his eyes fixed on Red Fox. Gone were the fist techniques and moves; now, Zhang Renfeng was all about sweeping, powerful strikes.

Turn around.

Kick!

"boom---!!"

Red Fox used his shoulder, elbow, and upper arm as defensive pivots, his legs firmly planted on the ground, intending to withstand the blow steadily. However, his stance was disrupted at the moment of impact. With a crack, his left arm snapped, and his feet slid several meters across the ground before finally coming to a stop. His pupils were slightly dilated, and he was panting heavily.

The body has stopped.

But their minds were still reeling from the shock of that overwhelming power.

"It's...unbelievable..." Red Fox murmured, looking at his left arm, which had been broken by a kick and was now hanging limply. "We've practiced the Prajna Skill day and night, spending countless days to reach our current level...and just like that, you..."

Zhang Renfeng didn't want to listen to his rambling, because his body was becoming increasingly unresponsive. Half of his body was numb, as if poisoned, and he was essentially dragging half his weight while running and moving. Although he didn't understand what was happening, he had to deal with these guys as quickly as possible!

With a tap of his toes, the force of his burst shattered the stone bricks on the ground. Leaning forward, he launched a sprint like an arrow released from a bow, with no intention of turning back!

In a fraction of a second, Red Fox made his choice. Facing this opponent who was clearly not human, this time, he didn't hide under the table. Instead, he stepped forward with one foot, twisting his body half a circle around his waist and hips, making the most of everything he could.

His intact right hand was pulled out of his pocket, his five fingers taut like swords, aimed straight at the opponent's throat!

"Boom!"

It pierced through the hand and throat.

He would never use it unless absolutely necessary; it was arguably his most prized and deadly move. This move did not disappoint him; at the most crucial moment, it remained precise and efficient, striking Zhang Renfeng squarely in the throat.

Become!

Unfortunately, the joy lasted only a second. Because the next second brought excruciating pain from a broken finger.

The finger struck his throat, and in the next instant, it was crushed by an irresistible force. The sound of the finger bending and deforming, and bones breaking, seemed to come from inside his body, buzzing in his mind. Red Fox watched this scene with a calm expression; perhaps, deep down, he had already expected it.

Following closely behind was a giant pendulum swing that pierced through the air.

"boom----!!!"

The fist landed squarely on his face, shattering his jaw. Red Fox lost consciousness instantly. His body slammed heavily onto the ground, then bounced high like a bouncy ball, the repeated slams causing his world to quickly go black. For him, this might be considered a stroke of luck.

……

"Oh...ah..."

Did we win?

Perhaps so, but Zhang Renfeng felt no sense of victory whatsoever. Instead, clutching his heart, he was forced to his knees by the strange, agonizing pain. From beginning to end, he wasn't fighting these people, but rather struggling against the sudden change in his body.

He tried everything he could imagine, but this time, his body seemed to no longer respond to his demands.