Qin Fen hid in the shadows, shouldered his rifle, and two quick, double-tap shots struck the center of both men's foreheads.

Only seconds later, the two disciples of Jiangshan Meise, who had died without understanding why, revived.

Bang-bang. Two more shots from Qin Fen sent the enemies back into a state of death.

When he knocked down the two men calling for reinforcements for the third time, Qin Fen knew that according to the rules of annihilation, they couldn't resurrect again for a while.

Slinging two T96 rifles over his back and collecting the T96-specific magazines from the ground, Qin Fen walked out of the sect's base; lingering here to "corpse camp" held little value or meaning anymore.

The gunfire from the Dragon Hall position remained intense. The loss of fewer than seventy men out of seven hundred would not significantly impact the overall battle.

Jogging lightly, Qin Fen appeared on the periphery of the battlefield.

The Dragon Hall was like the filling of a dumpling, completely encircled by the allied force of seven hundred, toward which bullets poured down relentlessly, as if they were free.

Qin Fen found a concealed spot, flipped the safety on his AK74, and leisurely began to sight in on the snipers among the seven hundred.

Pop… pop… pop… pop… pop…

The dense, ferocious firepower created a deafening roar that completely drowned out the sound of Qin Fen’s AK74 firing.

He didn't even have to worry about the noise from his own gun; Qin Fen treated these enemies, with their backs to him, as nothing more than unmoving target practice.

Pop… pop… pop… Qin Fen remained highly vigilant of his surroundings, guarding against being flanked or counter-attacked, continuing his high-efficiency clean sweep of one kill per shot.

Soon, the snipers, utterly bewildered by what was happening, died for the third consecutive time and were permanently removed from the fight.

"Two hundred and seventy rounds, two hundred and seventy enemies," Qin Fen switched magazines again. "What? Finally realizing something is wrong? Starting to search for me?"

In a very short span, the sudden surge in deaths finally drew the attention of the besieging force.

Li Mo crouched behind solid cover, his narrow, triangular eyes glinting with a lecherous gaze. "The Dragon Hall forces didn't have this level of combat strength at the start. Have they all instantaneously become first-class sharpshooters in this short time?"

Not long after, Qin Fen fired another sixty rounds, and sixty more members of the attacking side fell to the ground.

Li Mo stopped paying attention to the main battlefield and incessantly scanned the area behind him. "The attack must be coming from the rear."

Li Mo was not the only one to realize this; many noticed their companions beside them vanishing at an astonishing speed, planting a terrifying seed deep within their hearts.

Qin Fen reloaded another magazine, handling the rifle casually. Shooting like this was vastly simpler than the time he had to find and eliminate terrorists in a stadium filled with over a hundred thousand people.

Here, everyone was an enemy; there was no need to waste effort searching. The only task was to hit the back of their heads.

When the thirty rounds were expended, the word panic began to spread through the ranks of the attackers.

Everyone noticed how many comrades had dropped beside them in such a short period.

The surrounding crowd finally ceased firing, hundreds of eyes darting everywhere, searching for the viper hidden deep in the darkness delivering the fatal strikes.

Crack!

The gunshot rang out, but this time it came from inside the Dragon Hall. The head of one of the attackers exploded in response.

A sniper rifle!

Watching the body with the shattered head fall, Qin Fen felt as if he could see Du Peng, the one who calmly fired the shot, wearing a stern smile and gently blowing across the muzzle.

Reloading again, Qin Fen surveyed the surrounding terrain. On this long street, without overly bizarre equipment, it was indeed perfectly suited for urban warfare.

Crack-crack…

The sound of the AK74 resumed. As two men fell, Qin Fen launched himself up and sprinted toward the narrow passage between the two sect compounds.

At that moment, those who had been ambushed finally saw the attacker. Li Mo brandished his weapon and roared, "Take him down!"

A martial artist who reacted quickly lifted his Type 95 semi-automatic rifle and dove toward Qin Fen's position.

Simultaneously, the loud shot from the large sniper rifle within the Dragon Hall compound sounded again.

The agile martial artist suddenly sported a hole the size of a human head in his chest and crashed heavily to the ground from mid-air.

A group who had been eager to rush Qin Fen visibly halted their movement outside cover. While the sniper rifle's rate of fire was slow, its accuracy was anything but slight.

In that moment of hesitation, the black muzzle of the AK74 in the alley emerged, and a cheerful tongue of fire began to dance within it.

Following the dance of the muzzle flash, several more men experienced the thrill of a shot to the brow.

Two rifles were enough to intimidate a force of over six hundred men.

The attackers felt their scalps tingle. What kind of marksmanship was this? Where had these two gunmen come from? Were they elite marksmen from the army?

Many of the attackers had prior military service and knew how difficult it was to hit a rapidly moving martial artist when firing a weapon.

But the two gunmen moments ago made it look easier and more enjoyable than shooting stationary targets.

Hundreds of bullets instantly saturated the wall of the alley where Qin Fen was hiding, the fragments and projectiles kicking up a chaotic storm.

Qin Fen retreated slightly further down the alley. The concentrated fire soon breached the wall where he had initially stood.

"Get up! Suppressive fire! Charge up and kill him!" Li Mo shouted fiercely. "Keep the Dragon Hall suppressed! Don't let them get a chance to reinforce!"

Hundreds of guns fired simultaneously again, showering Qin Fen and Du Peng with countless rounds.

Qin Fen took a deep breath. He had spent some time learning under the Gun King. Apart from the two previous real combat engagements during missions, he hadn't had any decent fights. Being able to engage these men now could serve as training for the upcoming New Soldier Competition.

Quickly flexing his muscles, Qin Fen kicked off the wall, using the reactive force to propel himself upward. He grabbed the top of the wall and vaulted into the adjacent courtyard.

"He ran! He got away! Chase him!"

Hearing Li Mo’s roar behind him, Qin Fen smirked faintly. With a few swift strides, he reached the other side of the courtyard wall, utilized the urban special operations tactics taught by Gerile, and easily vaulted over the wall again, turning back to drop two men on the street with single shots.

"Come on, everyone. Come after me," Qin Fen muttered, listening to the bullets whistling overhead. "Leave your established positions. Enter my battlefield. Let me use your bullets to finish you."

A squad of over twenty men, armed with various types of semi-automatic rifles, kept pulling the triggers, pinning down the alley where Qin Fen was located, inching forward.

Stone fragments shattered by the bullets flew around like hailstones, and the eyes of the twenty-plus assault team members shone with excitement. Killing such a top-tier gunman would surely be a great experience in life.

Spent casings ejected like rain, flying out of the guns with complete disregard for cost.

Qin Fen replaced his magazine and carefully adjusted his mental state, gently stroking his AK74.

Three-round bursts to swiftly eliminate three enemies were easy for the Gun King’s apprentice, but instantly taking down more than twenty enemies in rapid succession, almost like continuous spraying, was also a feat of extreme difficulty.

It had to be remembered that these were over twenty gunmen, all possessing martial skill and reaction speeds far exceeding those of ordinary people—not static, unmoving targets.

Li Mo, hiding behind cover, watched the alley entrance with excitement. He now recognized the man as Qin Fen; killing this person would be his revenge! With over twenty guns pouring out countless bullets, killing him was only a matter of time.

The rest of the Dragon Hall besiegers temporarily halted their attacks, everyone eager to witness the scene where the despicable, shameless attacker was riddled with bullets.

Whoosh!

A dark shape suddenly shot up over the alley. The twenty-plus gunmen were anticipating Qin Fen's move to vault over and flee, and all their fire zeroed in on the silhouette in the air.

"He's hit…" Li Mo roared excitedly, but his face changed instantly.

He saw that what flew across the sky was not the detestable Thirty-Six Hours, but rather a T96 semi-automatic rifle wrapped in the clothing of Thirty-Six Hours.

It’s bad…

The thought flashed across the minds of the twenty-plus men simultaneously. In the instant their gun muzzles were dipping downward, the dark shape that sprang out of the alley moved faster than a leopard.

"Fight to the death!"

The leader of the twenty-odd men roared at that moment. The others desperately forced their gun muzzles down, refusing to believe that all twenty of them could be instantly wiped out.

Flames sliced an arc through the air, and twenty-some guns miraculously fired first, striking the dark shape just before it could open fire.

"Good…"

Before Li Mo's praise could finish, a second dark shape suddenly shot out of the alley with speed!

At that moment, those who had shot and hit the first silhouette realized that what they had struck was also not Thirty-Six Hours!

But in the instant they hit the second silhouette, the twenty-plus gunmen, already stressed from the preceding tension, completely relaxed their concentration the moment they scored a hit. Trying to raise their weapons to fire again in the shortest time was truly impossible.

The second dark shape that sprang from the alley finally opened fire. The muzzle swept across the air with casual ease, and over twenty bullets hissed toward the gunmen's foreheads.

Li Mo despairingly closed his eyes. The mental state of these gunmen had already dropped, and their bodies were equally relaxed; they could not evade these surprise bullets. The only hope was that Thirty-Six Hours faced too many opponents, making it impossible for him to lock onto everyone instantly.

Unlike Li Mo, those immersed in the battle felt a sense of utter despair rising in their hearts. As the gun muzzles swept past, as martial artists, they could sense they had been locked on!