Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 243: Chapter 243 Guns Blazing

Feng Jun chose to fire his gun at this moment, and of course, he did not aim at the lower half of the body.

When the person jerked upwards, the Barrett’s bullet struck him squarely in his lower abdomen.

What Feng had loaded in his gun was an armor-piercing bullet.

However, the man’s body was not torn apart but instead flew backward.

In fact, before firing, Feng Jun had also considered what to do if the Barrett’s bullet could not penetrate the defense.

After all, the Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor he wore himself was obtained from the Innate Expert Luo Wendao.

Seeing that the first shot didn’t break through the opponent, he quickly fired another shot, less than a second apart.

This shot also hit the target, and he even vaguely saw a spray of white mist—probably the splashing blood?

The person standing with the Innate Expert was clearly taken aback, but instead of thinking of running away, he suddenly dropped to the ground.

This was obviously a standard move to dodge bullets, and Feng Jun was taken aback by the sight: Could it be that someone else from the Earth Realm had arrived?

With the man’s intention to dodge and his position on the ground, Feng Jun truly had no way to keep aiming; there were too many obstacles on the ground.

So she stood up and leaned over to look through the night vision scope to assess the overall battle situation.

Although the Barrett was also equipped with night vision, that was a scope with a very narrow field of view, which is why snipers on the battlefield are paired with observers.

Fortunately, there were only three opponents in total, but unfortunately, the one in ambush seemed to have a higher cultivation level than Lang Zhen.

Unable to clearly distinguish who was chasing whom in this pursuit, Feng Jun could vaguely make out from their physique that the fleeing person seemed to have only one arm.

Turns out, it was Lang Zhen who was running away!

But the one chasing didn’t follow for long; after a few steps, he turned around and headed straight for the Innate Expert lying on the ground.

From the speed, Feng Jun could vaguely guess that the person was likely an Intermediate Level Martial Master—of course, it could also be a less agile High-Rank Martial Master, or a highly agile Low-Rank Martial Master.

This person seemed not to understand how the Innate Martial Master was attacked, running in a straight line toward him without any deviation.

Seeing this, Feng Jun didn’t hesitate and took a shot just as the figure reached the Innate Expert’s side and stooped to check on him, hitting the man squarely.

This shot was a bit off but unluckily hit the man’s thigh, causing one leg to fly off instantly.

Just then, the walkie-talkie next to Feng Jun crackled, and Lone Wolf’s voice came through, “I’m injured, both of the opponents are at least Intermediate Level Martial Artists, I can’t be of much help.”

“Just take care of yourself,” Feng Jun picked up the walkie-talkie and repeated, then casually loaded an artillery shell into the cannon.

Unlike sniper rifles, artillery needed to be adjusted, no matter how accurately you aimed, which is why somebody with a unique gift like Zhao Zhangcheng still needed to operate familiar artillery, using the same batch of shells, to possibly hit the target on the first shot.

——Well, that person could simply modify the shells.

But that’s going off-topic. Although Feng Jun had also practiced with the artillery, his first shot landed at least two hundred meters away from the target—feeling like the point of impact was even closer to Lang Zhen.

Such a miss wouldn’t have the slightest effect even if he were using a 155mm caliber cannon.

Thankfully, he made adjustments in an extremely short amount of time, quickly firing two consecutive shots—the second shell flying out even before the first one hit the ground.

This time he was lucky, hitting right in the area where the three were located, especially when the first shell hadn’t yet hit the ground, and the Martial Artist who had thrown himself on the ground suddenly leaped up, apparently trying to rescue the two on the ground.

Unfortunately for him, his leap coincided with the explosion of the first shell, followed by the landing of the second shell.

Feng Jun let out a soft breath, thankful for the hit—he had planned a second adjustment and another two consecutive shots otherwise.

If the second set of two consecutive shots also failed, he wouldn’t have a third chance, as the opponents would have certainly run off, leaving him with no option but to try attacking with the Barrett one more time.

——So it turns out that five shells were enough; any more would have been useless.

There he was, firing with the Barrett and the cannon, causing a ruckus, but in the dead of night, the courtyard’s surroundings had completely exploded into chaos, with countless people rushing over.

Some people shouted loudly, “Divine Doctor, what’s happened?”

Others banged on the gate loudly, “Open the gate quick, or we’ll have to climb over the wall.”

At that moment, Feifei’s voice came through the loudspeaker. There was a slight tremor in her voice, but her enunciation was clear and her words were firm, “Everyone, back off! Whoever dares to break into the courtyard, shall be killed without mercy!”

That such a frail little girl could resolutely shout “killed without mercy” showed just how much the situation had influenced her.

Her voice, coming through the loudspeaker, was somewhat distorted, prompting someone to immediately curse and question what she thought she was doing.

At the critical moment, it was Tian Yangni who spoke up. He yelled loudly, “Stop making a fuss! Isn’t that Feifei’s voice? Can’t you all recognize it? If she says this, there must be a reason.”

Just then, another gunshot rang out, and a person in the crowd outside the courtyard had their upper body blown off, hitting the ground.

The crowd outside the courtyard erupted into a chorus of shocked cries—how could someone, who had been standing perfectly fine among them, suddenly be shot like that?

Could it be that the Divine Doctor inside the courtyard was indiscriminately killing the innocent?

At that moment, Feng Jun’s voice came from inside the courtyard, “Tian Yangni, send two people to meet Lone Wolf about three li to the northwest. He’s been injured… Never mind, you’d better go in person.”

Upon hearing this, Tian Yangni immediately picked two people without a word, “You two, follow me. Everyone else… disperse. Don’t stay too close to the courtyard!”

Indeed, for many, Feng Jun’s courtyard held an aura of mystery, especially the few rooms where the Divine Doctor resided. There were just too many miraculous things inside.

However, tonight’s events were simply too bizarre. Setting aside the strange noises from earlier, right before everyone’s eyes, a man was blown in half by a weapon that none could see.

Moreover, considering the tone of the Divine Doctor, it seemed that the commotion in the courtyard was directed at enemies three li away…

So, no matter how curious everyone was, they could only hold back. Even the most impetuous Yu Family’s young master, after arriving in a hurry and learning the details, didn’t dare take a step closer to the courtyard.

The person severed in two outside the courtyard quickly became the center of attention. Although his death was tragic, most people didn’t react too strongly—after all, they were all too accustomed to life and death.

Yu Family’s young master even exclaimed in surprise, “Eh, isn’t this guy the sugar figurine sculptor from the market?”

Hearing his voice, Feng Jun spoke sternly, “This man was a spy. Tian Lewen, search his body.”

Already crouched beside the corpse, Tian Lewen, without a word, began to search the man’s body upon hearing the command.

Tian Yangni left quickly and returned just as fast. He led two martial masters and brought back three people.

Lang Zhen returned on his own, albeit with fresh blood stains on his chest. The amount of blood alone was enough to show that his injuries were not light.

Feng Jun jumped down from the rooftop, opened the yard gate, and beckoned them inside. Four members of the Tian Family followed him in, and regarding the Yu Family, only Yu Zhengqing was allowed entrance.

Lets talk about the man outside the courtyard who had been shot in half. There was nothing on his person to identify him, but strapped to his leg was a cylindrical container with three small holes at the top. It was the most malicious hidden weapon of the Wonderful Hand Pavilion—Hematic Nails.

The cylinder could spray out three steel nails smaller even than sleeve arrows, coated with potent poison. If struck, one would have to amputate the wounded limb within three breaths to have a chance of survival, else not only would the victim dissolve into a pool of blood, but anyone contaminated by that blood would suffer the same fate.

Lang Zhen also possessed corpse-disintegrating powder, but that only affected corpses, whereas this weapon could dissolve living people.

Furthermore, the Hematic Nails could only be amputated if they struck non-vital areas. If they hit the chest, abdomen, or head, death was certain.

Fortunately, the poisonous concoction required for the Hematic Nails was highly time-sensitive and difficult to produce, so the Wonderful Hand Pavilion did not equip them in large quantities, only issuing them for extremely critical missions.

Nonetheless, this weapon was infamous, and even if many in the jianghu had not seen it, they had certainly heard of it.

After the Hematic Nails were found, Tian Lewen was somewhat taken aback but Yu Zhengqing was genuinely surprised. “For this man to possess such a thing, he must be an elite from the Wonderful Hand Pavilion’s Dark Hall. How did Mr. Feng identify him?”

The Wonderful Hand Pavilion was primarily known for thievery, divided into the Thieves Hall, Thousand Hall, and Rope Hall. The Dark Hall was responsible for combat and assassinations. Members of this branch were characterized by their lack of distinguishing features, blending into crowds and making them difficult to identify.

Feng Jun merely smiled dismissively and didn’t answer his question, simply stating, “I’ve never been merciful to those who wish to kill me.”

“Don’t mention it anymore, Zhengqing,” Tian Yangni interjected, giving Yu Zhengqing a knowing look, “No one can deceive Mr. Feng. It just depends on whether the Divine Doctor wishes to be lenient or not.”

In the past few days, Yu Zhengqing had heard many tales of Feng Jun, including his ability to identify spies.

Before this, however, he always felt that Feng was somewhat mythologized—what could the Tian Family possibly discern?

Even when Yu Family’s young master’s identity was uncovered, Yu Zhengqing wasn’t particularly impressed. Unmasking a little girl’s disguise was nothing remarkable; there were many in the jianghu with such discerning eyes.

Only by witnessing this scene did he deeply realize just how extraordinary Feng Jun truly was.

It was quite normal to suspect someone as a spy, apprehend them, and interrogate them. It was also not uncommon for some unreasonable suspects to be coerced into confessing under duress.

But what did Feng Jun do? He executed the man on the spot, in full view of everyone, using an exceptionally brutal method.