Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 310 - 36 Who Will the Blade Be Drawn Against?

Chapter 310 -36 Who Will the Blade Be Drawn Against?

As Li Yan fiddled with the shattered pieces of the Ring Dragon Sword, the Black Rider Ghost, who had originally been staring at the bonfire and seated like a samurai, became restlessly agitated.

Even after achieving symbiosis with Bai Laotou and gaining the ability to speak, the Black Rider Ghost still preferred silence, often expressing intentions with flickering red gleams in his eyes.

Li Yan glanced at the Black Rider Ghost and furrowed his brow. Suddenly, chunks of dirt fell and smashed into the bonfire, crackling loudly as the flames twisted and jumped, casting flickering shadows across Li Yan’s face.

A moment ago still deep in sleep, Song Zuo rolled to the corner of the wall in an instant. His eyes, shaded by dark circles, peered through the window to the unchanging darkness of the night outside, showing no signs of anything amiss.

“Someone’s sneaking in.”

Song Zuo’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling, he cocked the hammer of his pistol and cleared his throat.

“Seems like they’re upstairs.”

Li Yan added, but he pointed to the wall on his right. The two exchanged glances, their eyes piercing the wall like arrows.

Boom!

Suddenly, the plaster bubbled and burst, ripping a large hole in the wall. Behind the flying clumps of dirt and bricks, a stun grenade was thrown in. Song Zuo, expressionless, gripped his pistol—it came to life like it had its own will—spitting out two streaks of gunfire. The first bullet pierced into the breached wall, eliciting a muffled groan from someone behind it, while the second bullet demolished the decaying door, perfectly knocking the spinning stun grenade out the window.

Sound and bright light shot through the cracks into the pockmarked old building. Li Yan narrowed his eyes, unaffected, and his crouching body explosively leaped into the dust and smoke.

Bullets whizzed towards him head-on. If the stun grenade initially had a hint of capturing him alive, Song Zuo’s bullets undoubtedly enraged the attackers.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Several bullets hit the Gang Dou and fell to the ground. And the Gang Dou, which could resist the shooting of two machine gun belts, dimmed after just four shots. The power of these seemingly inconspicuous bullets far exceeded that of the old firearms in the hands of live corpses around Great Demon Lake.

They were definitely of the Age of Winter sort—whether of the Wild Yak Series like Song Zuo’s, or something else, it was definitely a destructive force unique to the Age of Winter.

Li Yan burst out of the dust, looked up, and saw a combat soldier whose head and face were both covered in a radiation helmet, holding an assault rifle, shooting at him.

Tap! Tap!

The incoming soldier’s steps were agile, shooting his rifle unhurriedly, each bullet precisely aimed at Li Yan’s rapidly moving eyes and neck, showcasing the soldier’s superb control over his weapon and extraordinary dynamic vision.

The Gang Dou was about to fail, Li Yan stepped forward. A figure hung upside down from the door, two sharp tactical daggers crossed towards his neck. The air was filled with the bitter smell of almonds, indicating that the daggers were coated with some unknown toxin, and even a puncture wound was likely to have dire effects.

A simple yet effective ambush.

Unfortunately, he severely underestimated Li Yan’s reflex speed.

The two daggers whizzed past Li Yan’s nose, nearly missing him. With a slight step back, Li Yan dodged the strike with the barest of movements. Then, his knee sprang up like a viper, his shoe ferociously striking the raiding soldier’s radiation mask. Cracks quickly spread, and shards of the composite material chaotically pierced into the man’s eyes and lips, with blood splattering onto the sole of Li Yan’s shoe.

The man was driven through the skull by a powerful force and flew backward like the ubiquitous withered tumbleweed.

At the same time, the azure Gang Dou around Li Yan finally shattered with a loud crash.

The sound of gunfire immediately became tumultuous, not just two, but at least six hidden gunmen firing at Li Yan the moment he lost his protective mechanism.

“Tsk.”

Even with Li Yan’s ferocious nature, for a time, he struggled to cope, performing an agile somersault to clumsily dodge the bullets and seeking cover inside a nearby rough-hewn building.

However, the intense gunfire didn’t relent. The 200mm-thick concrete couldn’t withstand the coarse gunfire reeking of pungent gunpowder, with bullets striking the wall and bursting into a succession of grape-shaped holes, each the size of a man’s head, further ravaging the already desolate room, resembling a giant wasp’s nest.

Crack!

A recklessly firing soldier suddenly grunted, a bullet from nowhere pierced through both his rifle and lung lobe, the force knocking him backward to the floor.

Mixed with the violent, random sound of assault rifle fire were sudden dull bursting sounds. The clicking of the hammer was clearly audible.

Steady, measured, forceful.

Song Zuo’s eyes were resolute, and before him, the ruined building was pitch-dark. Even with a third-order soldier’s vision, he could only vaguely see exposed gun barrels, yet the pistol in the old man’s grasp never missed its mark. Each pull of the trigger inevitably inflicted effective damage on the opponent.

With each blast, a soldier fell. Although Song Zuo wielded only two ordinary pistols common in the Age of Winter, in terms of momentum, he utterly suppressed the six or seven fine new-age assault rifles. This was no longer a matter of race or genetic ability but an overwhelming difference in combat capability.

Seeing the tide turning against them, the soldiers, of unclear origin, received a husky synthetic electronic tone through their earpieces. Although Li Yan couldn’t make out the words, the gunmen rushed over in unison, their rifles’ lighting equipment shining like gleaming spears into the building where Song Zuo hid.

And in the wasp’s nest-like unfinished building, a figure shot straight out, accompanied by countless falling chunks of cement and brick, charging directly at the soldiers.

Li Yan brought up a fierce wind pressure that crackled through the air like a massive ax to the face!

Perhaps to these soldiers, Li Yan, who was being targeted by six assault rifles, had already lost the ability to resist, so they let down their guard, or perhaps it was Li Yan’s terrifying speed in launching a surprise attack that prevented the soldiers trying to tighten the encirclement against Song Zuo from reacting at all. In any case, by the time Li Yan’s tall and thin silhouette closed in face-to-face, blocking the rifle lights tightly, the soldiers didn’t even have time to fire their first shot.

The elegant and exquisite blade of the Azure Phoenix Sword flashed a dazzling brilliance in the air as it met the light, instantly turning the automatic rifle spewing flames into a sky full of broken parts!

This strike was too swift; so much so that as Li Yan was already upon him, the soldier was still futilely pulling the trigger, his fingers twitching meaninglessly.

Bang!

Li Yan struck back with his sword, slashing across the man’s face and leaving a wound that burst with beads of blood, and the man fell down as a result.

Two hot breaths pressed towards Li Yan’s waist, as soldiers on the left and right with bayonets twenty centimeters long on their rifles aimed for Li Yan. The muscles under his black combat suit twitched happily like flowing water, and the stabbing motion, both in angle and force, was close to perfect.

What greeted them, however, was their rifles, along with the blades, being shattered into pieces by the Azure Phoenix Sword.

Faced with a stoic-faced Li Yan, the two men, now empty-handed, had a momentary brain freeze.

Whoosh~

Another sword strike.

The man on the left collapsed limply, while Li Yan didn’t withdraw the Azure Phoenix Sword; instead, he used it to prop against the last soldier’s neck, grabbed the man by the collar, twisted his waist, and turned to face the muzzle, shielding most of his body behind the man’s.

The sound of gunfire ceased abruptly.

Song Zuo stood up with a finger on the wall’s brick; his handgun as steady as a rock, aiming at a soldier’s chest.

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“Who are you, and why are you attacking us?”

The few soldiers on the other side looked at each other, and ultimately one of them removed his combat mask, revealing a middle-aged face with a small mustache.

He opened the Velcro on his shoulder to show a distinct epaulet.

“Black Star Warfare Zone i, Sixth Field Army, we order you two to put down your weapons and submit to scrutiny.”

Song Zuo’s face changed dramatically, while Li Yan sneered incessantly, “So self-righteous? Why didn’t you just stand at the door and shout it earlier?”

Even though they had been humiliated by Li Yan and Song Zuo, not a hint of defeat or frustration was seen on the middle-aged mustachioed man’s face.

“I admit I underestimated you. As an apology, I can repeat it once more, Black Star Warfare Zone i, Sixth Field Army, we order you two to put down your weapons and submit to scrutiny.”

As Li Yan smirked and shook his head, the words of the man before him not only failed to intimidate him but caused his opinion and impression of the Black Star to plummet.

Brutal, self-righteous, and despite utter defeat, an unabashed indifference and contempt, made Li Yan seriously question this man’s intelligence.

Clang~

The sound of two handguns hitting the cement floor was particularly grating.

Li Yan turned his head, surprised that the one who had thrown down the guns was Song Zuo.

Song had no expression on his face; he shook his head imperceptibly at Li Yan, then raised his hands high, slowly placed them behind his head, and squatted down.

He could’ve eliminated the entire combat squad in the building with two handguns and complicated terrain, but now he looked like an ordinary and frail old man as he surrendered.

The mustachioed man’s gaze shifted to Li Yan, “I respect a fighter with excellent skills, even if he comes from the wilderness. But I don’t want to repeat a third time.”

The patch is real; don’t provoke them.

Li Yan saw such a message in Song’s eyes.

This look conveyed the most concrete rule for a hunter who has been rolling in the wilderness since childhood.

Survival, patience, and dignity that is only maintained in the face of weaker beings.

Li Yan responded with silence.

The rumbling sound grew from afar, the ceiling shaking more fiercely.

On the horizon, green tracks rolled over the gravel; the silver-armored Bear-style Tank burst forth, while half-trailer off-road trucks followed behind at a leisurely pace, with bold and fierce black missiles proudly raising their warheads toward the sky, supported by launchers pointing straight up. Li Yan could even see the soldiers in black uniforms inside the vehicles, emotionless as they slid their fingers across electronic tactic boards.

That overwhelming and biting sensation, so different from the violence of armed organizations that roam around in off-road vehicles, was a solemn, inviolable, and unavoidable machine of power!