Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

such as……

……

"careful---!!"

Through the helmet, his companions' voices seemed to come from a very, very far place, and by the time they reached his ears, they were already a beat too late.

Zhang Renfeng subconsciously raised his head.

A bundle of explosives with its fuse already lit passed through his blind spot.

----

"boom----!"

The explosion occurred about half a meter to the right of his neck; the flash and shockwave swept through his helmet, causing a temporary ringing in his ears. His massive body also briefly lost its balance, involuntarily falling to the left.

The person who threw the explosives used those few seconds to launch an attack on this behemoth.

"Ah ...

At this moment, he resembled a javelin thrower, except that he held a long, hardened iron spear, forged by war and intense heat. What it originally was was irrelevant; Coulson, carrying it in one hand, sprinted towards the staggering armored figure at breakneck speed.

"boom!"

The bullet struck his left shoulder. Mike knew it wouldn't kill him, but it would rip away muscles in his shoulder and neck, preventing him from throwing the spear with the force he needed. But Coulson had anticipated this; after the pain, he quickly switched the spear to his right hand.

stride.

Spin around.

Twist your waist!

The spear traced a straight line through the air and pierced the back of the knee of the armored warrior.

With a "crack," sparks flew everywhere.

Using the spear as a springboard, Coulson stepped on it and leaped lightly onto the back of the armor.

"I've been... watching you all along!"

"Boom!"

With a single punch, a piece of the plate armor on his back was knocked off, leaving a gap.

“Your strength is indeed terrifying, and your firepower is fierce, but you have a fatal weakness.” Coulson dodged Zhang Renfeng’s grab and leaped and tumbled on the giant metal tree like a nimble monkey, shouting, “Blind spot!”

"Your field of vision is limited; your blind spots are much larger than normal! As long as we can exploit your blind spots, we can easily manipulate you... just like this!"

Another bundle of lit explosives was gently tossed from behind him to Zhang Renfeng.

"boom----!!!"

The explosion occurred at the chest, and the heat and impact slammed into the armor, causing it to stumble and fall to the ground with a thud.

"Look, you're like an elephant that's overturned! You just need to put in a little more effort..."

"I can rip your heart out!"

Coulson scrambled to his feet, his face beaming with excitement. He unleashed a flurry of punches, slamming them into the back of the armor, breaking bones and drawing blood, but he paid no heed. He simply smashed a bulge into the plate armor, gripped it with both hands, and with a mighty tug, managed to tear a gap in the ironclad.

"Bang!"

He used brute force to pry a cylindrical tin can off the hole.

"呲呲..."

Boiling steam billowed out.

Immediately following was a loud grinding sound of gears.

All the power of the armor suddenly stopped, and like a puppet with its strings cut, it remained motionless, kneeling on the ground.

"Hahaha……"

"I won...I won...This is a tactical victory..."

He took a deep breath, smashed the tin can aside, and gasped for air, a smile spreading across his face.

"I won!"

Chapter 697: The Top That Won't Spin

After the victory, even the slightly fishy wind smelled sweet.

Coulson suddenly felt incredibly hungry, but unlike his usual hunger, this was an irresistible and unbearable hunger, as if it were burning through his body and stomach. This is an old story: the devil paid for his superhuman strength, and it certainly wasn't given for nothing; he would demand something in return.

This silvery-white strain is craving fresh meat.

"No...not now...no, just a little longer..."

Coulson pressed his hand tightly to his stomach, gritted his teeth, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Someone come out here who can make decisions! I want to negotiate with your leader—!"

"What did you do to him?!" Flying Eagle's tone was somewhat angry.

"Ha, ignorant red barbarian..." Coulson sneered, kicking the tin can he had just taken apart.

"How can any machine start moving out of thin air? There must be a 'core' to provide it with energy, just like... a train has a special core that needs to burn coal constantly to make it move."

"Can you understand me, you country bumpkin?"

After making a sarcastic remark, Coulson stepped on the tin can and raised his voice, "This thing is the same. It can make such complicated movements, so it must have a device like a furnace core hidden on it."

“His hands and feet are used as weapons, so they will inevitably collide with objects. This could damage the furnace core, so that’s out of the question. That leaves only the torso. The next step is to determine whether it’s in the front or the back.”

“During the battle just now, I ordered my ‘soldiers’ to launch probing attacks. We eventually discovered that the armor on his back was thicker than the armor in front. The sound it made after being attacked was also different, and there seemed to be some space inside… Knowing this, things became much simpler.”

"This thing is powerful, but it's also very bulky and has a lot of blind spots. When running, it will bump into trees and trip over stones, all because of the blind spots in its field of vision. It's roughly the entire area below the neck. We've gradually figured out the specific area during the battle just now."

Coulson didn't mind recounting his solution to his enemies. After all, from his perspective, he had already won a resounding victory.

What's the point of victory if you can't fully flaunt it?

"Bang!"

He stomped hard on the tin can, deforming it, and a hexagonal lead plate soaked in concentrated nitric acid electrolyte flew out from it.

The gushing electrolyte resembled bright human blood.

“Just as I expected, this…this device is like a heart, powered by the liquid in this can! I’ve removed its heart, and it immediately stopped functioning.” A strange smile appeared on Coulson’s face, as if he had finally achieved some obsession. “Everything is exactly as I predicted!”

"Including these lost lives?" Mike asked calmly. "You haven't changed anything, young man. You still lost, and you lost badly."

"..." Coulson narrowed his eyes and stared at him intently, as if he had just noticed that many white people had mixed into the Hightree tribe's group.

"You...how could you..." His voice was full of disbelief as he tilted his head and questioned, "Stand on their side?"

“We are the true compatriots, while they… they are just a bunch of uncivilized barbarians!”

“Look at all this.” Eagle stepped forward and stood beside Mike, saying coldly, “You’re willing to sacrifice so many lives just to take away the home we depend on for survival. If you hadn’t come, none of this bloodshed would have happened.”

Tell me, who is more barbaric?

“Ha…” Coulson shook his head, a hint of contempt flashing deep in his eyes, “Homeland?”

“You don’t deserve a home. You’re nothing but…fleas? Pests! Pests have taken over precious farmland, and they will face annihilation. Every inch of this land, every breath we take, does not belong to you!”

"You know perfectly well that this day is coming sooner or later. This forest, and this group of... traitors, cannot protect you forever! In a more civilized world, there is no place for barbarians like you who have failed to evolve."

His pupils dilated slightly, and a blood-stained, grotesque smile spread across his lips. "Perhaps, hundreds of years from now, your skull will be on display in a museum, a tribute to a race that has long been extinct—that place is more suitable for you."

"boom!"

A bullet was fired from the barrel, shattering Coulson's skull.

“…Heh, useless, Red Barbarian…” He tilted his head back slightly, looked at Theon who had fired the shot, and smiled eerily, “I have already won.”

“I don’t deny it, but there’s something you’re wrong about,” Theon said in a flat tone. “That can of [colloidal electrolytic battery] can indeed power the armor, that’s true. But it’s not the primary power source.”

"The energy it provides is only enough to drive some gears and parts inside, and improve the driver's feel, that's all."

……

“This…” Coulson looked confused. “This is impossible. You’re talking nonsense.”

After vehemently denying it, seeing Theon's expressionless face, he felt a sense of foreboding rising within him.

Therefore, he denied it even more vehemently, saying, "It can't possibly have a second power source; there simply isn't enough space!"

"you……"

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"Boom——!!!"

A fist pierced through the metal layers of the armor from the inside out.

"Creak—"

Immediately afterwards, amidst a tooth-grinding sound, Zhang Renfeng used the opening as a grip to tear a hole in the armor that had become a prison, and slowly walked out.

His face was somewhat dirty from the steam and smoke, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

But those black eyes flashed with intense killing intent. Although they were looking straight at each other, for some reason, with every step he took, Coulson felt short of breath. It was as if a moving mountain was pressing down on him, crushing his previous arrogance to nothing.

Five steps.

Zhang Renfeng stopped five steps away.

"Congratulations, you won. You used your intelligence to win a valuable victory from me."

Zhang Renfeng's body was like a drawn bow, his stance imbued with all his strength, concentrated on a single point.

"Take this glory to hell and brag about it to others."

……

"boom-----!!!"

The swirling force, along with the punch, pierced through the opponent's body.

From the front, Coulson was completely unharmed, not even a single hair was lost.

But from the back... his back was pierced by a spiraling fist force, instantly creating a huge hole. The silvery-white mycelium that was attached to his body was splashed out like water, drenching everything.

His eyelids blinked twice for the last time, leaving no last words, just like a spinning top that finally gave way, unable to spin any longer.

collapsed.

Chapter 698: God's Messenger, Please Descend to My Side

"Did you hear that?"

"No way, the Northern Army hasn't lost a single battle in over a decade. To think they'd been beaten like that by those red barbarians... isn't that a bit..."

“You better watch out, don’t call them ‘Red Barbarians’ anymore, at least not for a while. You haven’t seen it, have you? This morning, when I got up, I saw a wrecked soldier who had escaped, with a broken leg! He was in a terrible state, a truly pitiful sight, his wound was still dripping blood. Old George was kind and tried to bandage him, but as soon as he touched him, he screamed in terror and went completely mad, talking incoherently. In the end, he didn’t even bandage his wound and just ran away.”

"Think about it, what a commotion it was when the army first came from the north! Good heavens, so many people, so many guns, chatting and laughing as they stepped off the train. Now, even in their escape, only this one survivor managed to get away. Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Did you hear the commotion last night? It was like a barrage of gunfire over Gaoshu. I don't know how many people died there."

"There were a few hunters before, Jonathan's family... When they passed by, they bought us a drink, saying they had taken a job with the army to hunt bison on the grasslands and were about to make a fortune. But they haven't come back yet, probably died in the tall trees."

"Damn it, these barbarians...aren't they supposed to be primitive people, still using bows and arrows and spears? How can they be this fierce?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, you're still yelling 'Red Fan, Red Fan,' are you out of your mind? Let me tell you, Gao Shu won this war because of voodoo and curses! There was news before that the military camp in the west, more than three hundred people, all disappeared without a trace overnight... Don't drag everyone down with you!"

"Then... what should we call it..."

"The most appropriate term would be 'aboriginal people.' That's fine too. This place has always been inhabited by them. They've probably lived here for hundreds of years. Why should outsiders have to give it up to them? That makes no sense."

……

Normally, no one would believe such nonsense.

But now, no matter how exaggerated or absurd the content is, it makes everyone look at each other in dismay, and they really dare not continue speaking. There are even onlookers who actively speak up for the Gaoshu tribe, which was unimaginable before.

Jiawosi has truly experienced what it means to have "great scholars debating the classics for me".

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It's six o'clock in the morning.

Normally, the town would just be waking up at this time, but today was different.