C161 Demonic Cloud 3
C161 Demonic Cloud 3
"Pfft!"
The student spat out a mouthful of blood, reached out his hand to wipe it away and said, "If it wasn't for you restraining yourself, I really wouldn't want to be exposed to trash like you."
"Humph!" Rod let out a cold snort. From the exchange just now, he could be sure that his students had used all their strength. Now that he said this, it was undoubtedly to make him more suspicious.
Even if the student still had a trump card, his gun fighting technique had been completely suppressed by him. He had a trump card, so how could he not have one? So no matter what, the student only had one result, and that was death!
"Phew …"
The student let out a heavy breath, his hands were one, and the two pistols were pointed at each other.
The development of gun fighting techniques was itself for close combat. However, due to the fixed shooting route of the muzzle, due to the simplistic attack, it was easy to be dodged by others, especially when facing a yoga master like Rod. His body's flexibility far exceeded that of an ordinary person's.
For this purpose, the students would go into seclusion and study. In the end, they would integrate many martial arts and improve their gun fighting techniques to perfection. They would no longer have this weakness.
"Pretending to be ghosts!"
Rod rushed to the front of the student. Seeing that the student had no reaction, he used Black Tiger Steals Heart to take the student's life.
"Bam!"
With the sound of gunfire, Rod twisted his waist in disdain. The bullet went through and the touch from the steel claw told him that his claw had already pierced the student's chest. Rod couldn't help but smile, as if he could already see the scene of the student's heart being pulled out.
"Pfft!"
The steel claw pierced two centimeters into his chest and stopped there. A small hand quietly held onto his wrist, preventing him from moving at all.
Rod didn't panic, as if he had already expected this to happen. His body was like a poisonous snake wrapped around the student's body, locking his arms. The veins in his arms bulged as he forcefully squeezed the steel claws inside.
The student exerted all his strength to block the steel claw from the outside. With a flip of his palm, the muzzle of the gun faced the other party and his head tilted to the side.
"Bam!"
A bullet was fired with sparks.
However, Rod tilted his head slightly and dodged the incoming bullet.
"It's useless! You might as well die here. "
Rod once again used his steel claws and sunk into one centimeter. He had already touched his heart a little.
"Is that so?"
A black handgun fell from the sky. The bullet hit the gun's body and it flew backwards, smashing onto Rod's head.
This attack would not cause any harm to Rod, but what the students wanted was for Rod to land at their feet.
He pointed the gun at the ground.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
A burst of random shots.
The black pistol throbbed under the bullets.
A sense of danger passed through Rod's heart. Without saying anything further, he broke away from the palm of his hand and jumped five steps away.
"Bang …"
With a loud bang, the pistol suddenly exploded, and countless bullets shot out in all directions.
If Rod didn't run away, the bullets would have shot into his body and killed him.
"If this is your trump card, then you can go die."
With that, Rod rushed up again.
The student raised his hand and shot wildly at Rod, completely shooting off all the bullets in the pistol. White smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun.
"Die!"
Rod saw that the student was out of bullets, so without saying anything further, he rushed forward and swept his steel claws across the student's body.
"It's finally your turn to go on stage."
The student muttered softly in a voice that only he could hear.
Spreading his hands, two oddly-shaped weapons appeared in his hands.
It was similar to a handgun, but it was in a semicircle shape. Holding it in his hand made him look like a miniature version of a scimitar.
It was different from the scimitar. The scimitar was bigger, thicker and had a small hole.
"Clang!"
The student raised his hands to block his claws.
Rod looked at the strange weapon in the student's hand and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He smiled disdainfully. It was naive to think that he could defeat the student just by getting a new weapon.
"Bam!"
The sound of gunfire rang out.
A strong sense of crisis rose in Rod's heart. He didn't care about the looks of the situation, he just laid on the ground and rolled on the ground. A bullet flew past his scalp.
Rod half knelt on the ground. He felt the pain and the burning sensation on his head. Blood slowly flowed from his forehead to his nose, then to his chin, and then to the ground.
"Now is the true beginning. You... Are you ready to die? "
Just what was this thing? Rod was unable to react. Could the barrel of the gun be bent? Won't it explode? This is a violation of physics, okay?
He had been forced by Rod the whole time, so now it was time to return it to him.
The student disappeared in a flash and reappeared in front of Rod. The scimitar in his hand sliced through the air and landed.
Rod raised his hand to block it, but the moment he did, he saw a pitch black hole. He felt a strong sense of crisis and rolled on the ground once again.
"Bam!"
Another bullet shot out. This time, it hit Rod's arm and penetrated it from the other side, entering the ground.
Kuang Zhan, who was in the control room, saw this scene and asked Lin Faang in shock, "Boss, what kind of weapon is this? It's like a scimitar, it doesn't want a scimitar and it can fire bullets, but doesn't the barrel have to be straight? Is there anything that can bend? "
"This thing!" "It's called the bent spear!" Lin Faang rubbed his temples. Back then, in order to come up with this thing, they had to put in a lot of effort to develop it.
"Do you know about air guns?"
Kuang Zhan nodded. At the same time, a golden light flashed across his mind. He said doubtfully, "Boss, you're not saying that this thing is an air rifle, are you?"
Lin Faang smiled and nodded his head to show that Kuang Zhan had guessed correctly.
"This weapon was developed specifically for gun fighting techniques. It's a weapon exclusive to students. Do you know how much ammunition he has?"
Judging by their body size, they shouldn't have too much, so Kuang Zhan guessed: "Twelve?"
Lin Faang shook his head and said, "Guess!"
"Could it be twenty-four? This is the maximum capacity of a handgun. It can't be 30 rounds, right? "
Lin Faang shook his head and said, "Yes, 50 shots!"
"Fifty?"
Kuang Zhan looked at the gun in the student's hand in disbelief. He estimated that the 30 cm gun had 50 rounds worth of bullets.
"The so-called bullet is actually just a small steel ball, so there aren't many 50 rounds? Furthermore, the source of the bullet's power is from the highly compressed gas. Thus, whether it's speed, power, or shooting distance, they are all far inferior to the gunpowder pistol. "
"Ordinary fighters who use curved spears are undoubtedly tied to their own cages, but the students who use gun fighting techniques are added to the mix, and we also retain the edge of the blades in the surroundings, which can improve the student's close combat ability. In the end, because the muzzle is bent, different angles of fire will result in the bullet's shooting trajectory becoming strange, causing it to be difficult to dodge."
Wu Tie nodded. After hearing Lin Faang's explanation, he understood. A student with a conventional pistol would only have about seventy to eighty percent of strength. However, a student with a curved gun would be able to display a strength of 120 percent.
Adding on the shot trajectory of the bullets, Kuang Zhan simulated it in his mind. If he were to fight against the students, he could win, but it would definitely be a lose-lose situation.
"Boss, you …"
Before Wu Tie finished his words, Lin Faang had already guessed what he wanted to say.
"Ten moves!" However, if his strength is equal, then he will die and I will be severely injured. "
Kuang Zhan nodded. The curved spear, coupled with the student's self-created gun fighting technique, it was not as simple as one plus one equals to two. His strength had improved by just a little bit, which made Kuang Zhan feel quite pressured.
On stage, the battle had reached its conclusion.
Their positions were reversed, and the original hunter turned into his prey, while his prey turned into his hunter.
With each step he took, the student closed the distance between them.
When Rod retreated, he moved forward. When Rod moved forward, he retreated and always kept the attacking distance within half a meter.
He could only bear the steel balls that shot into his body one after another. He could dodge, and avoid fatal injuries if he could, but as time went by, the number of wounds on his body became more and more. If the stalemate continued, he would die sooner or later due to excessive bleeding.