Since the opponents held the convenient misconception that "this group of ours is utterly inept in close combat," Fang Senyan certainly wasn't going to correct their flawed notions. Instead, he let out a deliberately panicked shout, raised his signature plain white shotgun, and blasted away toward the exterior.

Given his physique and defense, even if the Na'vi had provided ranged support, there was absolutely no way a few arrows could bring him down.

Fiery bullets sliced trajectories through the pitch-black, rainy night. Mogensha, the dark-skinned fellow, was cocking a cigar at a crooked angle, but his gun barrel was shaking violently. It looked as if two or three out of every full burst missed the target entirely and flew towards the sky.

Fang Senyan, watching those obviously erratic, blazing trajectories, was just about to tease Mogensha when, unexpectedly, a few bullets that seemed to have gone wide struck some branches overhead. They caused small-scale explosions, immediately sending down a cascade of branches mixed with rainwater.

Those branches, not huge but certainly not small—at least two or three meters long—slammed down with dense foliage dripping rainwater, instantly obstructing the line of sight for the several Na'vi charging at the front.

It was at this precise moment that Mogensha's next two rounds struck with uncanny accuracy into the head of the foremost Na'vi warrior. They even triggered a chain reaction explosion. If the falling branches hadn't blocked his view, the agile warrior would have never taken a hit!

The immense impact force caused the forward-leaning Na'vi warrior's head to snap violently backward. Yet, the momentum of his charge kept his legs driving forward in a motion akin to a soccer tackle. Just then, a bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, perfectly illuminating this accidental, football-tackle-like posture, along with the splashing mud and blood suspended in the air.

After a pause of barely a second, the distinctive, grating crack of the shotgun sounded again. This time, the aim remained fixed on the Na'vi warrior who had fallen into the mud and water. Although the target was smaller after going down, his brain would certainly be reeling from the massive head trauma. If Mogensha didn't seize this prime opportunity while the enemy's evasion chance was low, when would he?

At this juncture, a seemingly harmless red dot also moved to the left calf of the struggling Na'vi warrior kicking up in the mud. It was Fang Senyan, who unhesitatingly pulled out his powerful Na'vi Rifle and squeezed the trigger!

The 14.7 cm long titanium penetrator round accurately pierced the calf skin, muscle, and nerve, burrowing nearly ten centimeters up before finally stopping at the knee joint. Everywhere it passed, flesh and tissue were left a chaotic mess! A piercing scream followed.

A regular Na'vi warrior only had about two thousand health points, and their defense wasn't high. Mogensha’s headshots were brutal, even carrying elemental damage effects. Fang Senyan's Na'vi Rifle was even more specialized, designed specifically to deal with the high-armored beasts native to Pandora. Undeniably, this Na'vi warrior, even if not killed instantly, was now completely crippled.

After firing one shot, Fang Senyan casually tossed the rifle to the nearby, idle Reef Stone, stating simply two words:

"Ammo."

Reef Stone immediately pursed his lips in exasperation. Having a tank like him act as a loader was something only a top-tier team would pull off. But what choice did he have, lacking any ranged capabilities? He could only diligently continue reloading. Just then, a flash of blue light erupted over Mogensha’s body—his bestial instinct had activated again! This time, the muzzle of his golden gun aimed downward.

A bullet carrying a biting chill struck the muddy, water-filled ground! Instantly, a thin layer of pale blue ice rapidly spread outward from the point of impact. But in the very next second, a massive, blue-tinged foot (Na'vi averaged three meters tall) stomped down onto it! Unquestionably, the combination of ice and muddy water made the warrior lose his balance, causing him to pitch forward headfirst in a mud-eating fall!

However, the Na'vi's excellent balance in the forest immediately kicked in. His tail whipped out, and his hands pressed forward. Despite splashing mud everywhere, he managed to avoid a disastrous fall and looked ready to execute a smooth somersault to clear the danger. But Mogensha's remaining four rounds flew true at this moment, hitting the base of the warrior's dangling queue with pinpoint accuracy! Flashes of fire erupted with crackling sounds, releasing a smell of scorching. The queue was immediately severed into two pieces!

Strangely, the severed end sprouted seventy or eighty tangled, reddish-pink filaments, eerily spraying a fine mist of blood! The Na'vi warrior immediately let out an indescribable, piercing shriek. His forward flip turned into a head-first landing, and he began rolling painfully on the ground without regard for anything else.

It turned out the Na'vi's 'hair' was actually interlaced with a vast network of nerve endings; they used these 'tresses' to interface and bond with Pandora's creatures. Mogensha severing the queue was a pain comparable to a man having his crown jewels severed!

After felling two Na'vi warriors in quick succession, the remaining seven had rushed to within thirty meters of the tree hollow. They vaulted and covered each other in the night and heavy rain, emitting long, echoing cries of "Yee~oh~~~~~~~." Their faces, smeared with blue paint, looked ghostly. Their black queues whipped in the wind. Any person with a weaker mind witnessing this spectacle would surely have been terrified out of their wits.

Two Na'vi even stuffed food into their mouths to replenish their strength. A flash of lightning illuminated this scene, causing the dark-skinned warriors to gag. What they were shoving into their mouths were dried strips of meat... Strangely, the jerky was covered in five or six centimeters of curled hair—it was impossible to tell if it was armpit hair or something else...

Witnessing all this, Mogensha decided he couldn't hold back any longer. He drew a broken spear adorned with a fluttering crimson ribbon, kissed it with profound reverence, and then waited quietly. He began murmuring some incomprehensible incantations:

"Travelers of the wasteland call for the rain..."

"The sharp blade thirsts for blood."

"The bloody liver awaits your favor."

"Depart now, my friend!"

"The enemy's flesh shall be your sheath."

"The enemy's wail shall be your praise!"

Evidently, this silver broken spear had received a new enhancement. He then hurled the broken spear he held once more!

However, he threw it upward, towards the sky.

Just as a colossal lightning bolt flashed across the heavens, it struck the broken spear. Under the brilliant illumination of the widespread lightning, the spear transformed into a chain of lightning, swooping down with a sharp whistle, crackling and scattering among the enemy ranks!

The first Na'vi struck instantly had his entire body blackened by scorch marks. He was flung away without even a sound, faint blue electrical arcs still dancing over him. He clearly struggled to maintain balance in mid-air, baring his teeth, but just then, a red dot appeared precisely in the center of his brow! Reef Stone, having finished reloading, had aimed directly—and his kneeling stance, aiming the gun—at least his posture—was far more textbook than Fang Senyan's!

A puff of smoke emerged, and a red dot appeared on the Na'vi's forehead. His expression instantly went blank! A gruesome spray of blood burst from the back of his skull. Although the entry wound on the front was only finger-sized, the back half of his cranium was blown clean off, a mess of brain matter and blood erupting outward, mixing with the mud and water in a doubly horrific tableau!

Defense Ignored!

Critical Hit!

This was the first death among the Na'vi!

Reef Stone grinned and gave Fang Senyan a silent shrug. His body language was clear: It wasn't that you were a good shot; it was that this gun was too damn good...

Pale blue electrical tendrils leaped among the remaining Na'vi, and the air hung heavy with the scent of burning. Mogensha, meanwhile, seemed to be deeply enjoying the sound of rainwater dripping onto the leaves. The sound of lightning tearing through the air to damage the enemies always seemed so melodious to him.

Suddenly, a tall Na'vi warrior leaped high into the air, executing two full aerial somersaults before landing. He appeared completely unaffected by the electrical currents jumping across his body. Even stranger, when he leaped, he clearly held a beast-tooth dagger, but by the time he planted his feet, a long bow and arrow were already in his hands.

Without any grand motion—it felt like a gentle draw, as if he were plucking a harp string—he lifted slightly, and a soft thwack echoed. A "short" arrow shot out with indescribable speed, piercing Mogensha's right chest, who still wore an expression of enjoyment, driving him backward and pinning his entire body against the tree wall behind him!

It was a Running Shot!!

This was the most difficult shooting technique. Even well-trained soldiers using modern weaponry often require a moment to stop and aim during combat maneuvers; otherwise, accuracy plummets severely.

To fire a weapon while running at full speed without slowing down was pure blind luck—a 'wild shot.' Only those exceedingly rare individuals with phenomenal talent in this area could manage it. Moreover, the essence of mounted archery is the horse running while the rider shoots, not the person shooting while running violently at full tilt.

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