Nearly a hundred P308s opened fire simultaneously. A hundred or so terrorists were instantly met with a dozen heads exploding, dropping them dead where they stood.

The terrorists snapped out of their shock. Their AK47s, weapons renowned for their extreme penetration power with 7.62x39mm caliber rounds, began spewing lethal bullets.

The Barrett held by Qin Fen roared its distinctive challenge. A single round sliced through two bodies, penetrating one completely before its killing momentum finally ceased.

Blood sprayed into the tunnel carved by the bullet in the air, creating a clear, visible crimson corridor!

The terrorist standing beside his comrade who had been cleanly severed at the waist sucked in a sharp breath. While this group of new recruits hadn't brought heavy artillery, how different could this sniper rifle truly be from cannon fire?

Gunshots, the whistling of bullets, and the impact sounds against body armor became the dominant symphony of the battlefield.

Terrorists continued to fall on one side, and the new recruits were also being hit and dropping on the other.

However, the new recruits had no reinforcements. Their force numbered barely a hundred. Every time a terrorist fell, another would leap out from the stone structures, maintaining the advantage of a hundred guns firing at once.

"Du Peng."

Qin Fen’s sharp command cut across the battlefield. His gaze swept toward the lower right side of the enemy's cave entrance tunnel—a narrow, incredibly small passage. Though he didn't know if it led behind enemy lines, Du Peng could at least use it to climb above the tunnel entrance previously blasted by grenades.

Du Peng followed the direction of Qin Fen’s eyes and instantly grasped the meaning. He stared back at Qin Fen, barely concealing his disbelief. If this risky maneuver succeeded, the greatest credit wouldn't go to Qin Fen, but to himself for daring to venture inside. Complex emotions flooded him. This person he considered a friend had never spoken harshly to Du Zhanpeng.

As a friend, Du Peng wasn't sure how to interpret Qin Fen’s decision.

"Du Peng!"

Qin Fen fired another shot, his voice sharp, while his peripheral vision flickered toward his own thigh.

Du Peng felt as if something had suddenly lodged in his chest. In this situation, the move Qin Fen was proposing was far too reckless.

"Hurry up!" Qin Fen’s voice grew severe.

Du Peng crouched, risking a leap toward Qin Fen. Channeling the Wuxiang Shuishou Gong (Formless Waterfowl Skill) into his left leg, he kicked out at Qin Fen. Simultaneously, Qin Fen braced his heavy rifle, his Hong Quan Chong Tian Pao (Hungry Fist Sky Cannon) footwork turning into a stabilizing brace against Du Peng’s incoming left foot.

The instant their feet met, Du Peng felt as if his sole had genuinely landed on a cannon muzzle. He was instantly transformed into a shell, launched by a large-caliber weapon. His uniform shrieked against the air friction, "Hualala," and the very weeds along the path thrashed wildly wherever he passed. He traversed nearly two meters in that instant.

The landing offered residual force he couldn't fully dissipate. Du Peng used the inertia to roll over twenty times on the ground until the pressure was completely absorbed. His Feiyan Liuwu (Flying Swallow Dancing Flow) movement technique turned him into a dancing swan; while lacking the sheer explosive force of Qin Fen’s kick, his speed remained largely undiminished.

The open ground spanned only about fifty meters. With that leap and roll, he had already covered thirty.

The terrorists were startled by such coordinated audacity. The bravery of these two was immense. Over a dozen AKs tracked Du Peng as he executed a high-difficulty military evasion maneuver.

Qin Fen raised his rifle again, targeting a terrorist about to lock onto Du Peng, and fired. As the bullet left the barrel, he leaned back, the three-round burst scraping past his forehead. The airflow generated by the spinning rounds sliced his scalp and sheared off a good deal of his hair.

Chi Xie, whose three-round burst hadn't killed Qin Fen, was momentarily stunned, his mouth slightly agape. He had deliberately avoided sniping the sniper earlier, fearing the top-tier instinct that could sense a lock-on. He chose this moment—when the sniper was distracted saving someone—to fire, expecting a sure hit. Yet, he missed!

Four or five AK-47 rounds slammed into the body armor protecting Qin Fen’s chest. He used the impact to roll, bringing his rifle up immediately to fire a single shot.

This time, Qin Fen’s target wasn't an enemy, but the chimney of the stone house on the second-floor roof. The shattered stones erupted as if packed with explosives, showering debris everywhere with a force nearly equal to actual bullets.

Nearly ten terrorists were forced to stop firing to shield themselves from the incoming rock shards.

"Wuyi!"

The moment Du Peng launched, a light flashed in Du Zhanpeng’s eyes—a gleam devoid of condescension. Du Peng knew precisely what he intended to do.

Xing Wuyi didn't reply. He mimicked Qin Fen, leaning his body backward. Though lacking the massive recoil of Qin Fen’s Sky Cannon, Du Zhanpeng’s Qixing Xianlei Qibing Zhan (Seven Star Thunder Cavalry Slash) was equally formidable. The combined reactive force of these two moves propelled him toward Qin Fen's position at high speed.

"Qin Fen!"

Du Zhanpeng, now resembling a fierce tiger, roared while still airborne: "Send me off!"

Sky Cannon V Seven Star Thunder Cavalry Slash!

Their feet collided. The ground beneath Qin Fen instantly cratered several inches, and the surrounding new recruits felt a tremor beneath their feet. The military boots worn by Du Zhanpeng disintegrated under the immense shearing violence.

The impact of two overwhelmingly powerful forces sent Du Zhanpeng sailing over twenty meters. He used the momentum from his foot meeting Qin Fen’s to unleash another burst of the Qixing Xianlei Qibing Zhan, covering another ten-plus meters and drawing the fire of over a dozen terrorists. The high-speed movement of these two instantly attracted the attack of nearly thirty guns. The new recruits’ firepower regained the upper hand, and another ten terrorists had their heads blown apart.

Du Peng had just reached the intersection when he heard the distinctive flapping sound of cloth rushing through the air behind him. Turning, he saw Du Zhanpeng rapidly closing in. He couldn't afford to hesitate. Unfolding his Feiyan Liuwu to its maximum, he plunged into the narrow path.

One after the other, the two vanished into the intense battle. Chi Xie’s expression immediately darkened. Barring that freak sniper, few among these new recruits could match the strength of those two. The remaining ten enemies might not defeat these two newcomers.

"You all continue. I'll go take care of those two little devils."

Chi Xie flashed away, returning to the stone structure.

Seeing the money fluttering off the rooftop, Qin Fen yelled into his mic, "Lin Ling, switch weapons!"

Several new recruits who heard Qin Fen froze. Lin Ling had never shown any sniping skill during training. Why switch weapons now?

There was no verbal reply. Lin Ling moved across the open space between the lines like a rabbit on the battlefield, dodging and leaping with fluid grace. Every evasive military action was executed perfectly, like a textbook diagram on a computer screen.

"This is yours now."

"Kill Chi Xie as fast as possible and sweep back from behind. Be quick!" Lin Ling spoke the longest sentence she had uttered since training began.

Qin Fen gave her an appreciative look. As long as Chi Xie was present, the enemy's morale would not falter. Once Chi Xie was eliminated and they swept around from the rear, the scales of victory would tip completely.

Without the assistance of the Qixing Xianlei Qibing Zhan, Qin Feng poured the essence of the Chong Tian Pao into every step he took while carrying the P308. The resulting recoil velocity was in no way inferior to the speed achieved by the two men previously.

The terrorists realized they had let two slip away, and allowing another marksman through would significantly increase the chance of rescuing the hostages. Over a dozen guns targeted him. One, in particular, instantly gave Qin Fen the sensation of being locked on.

In a split second, Qin Fen twisted his torso mid-air and fired the P308 first. Three bullets formed a triangle, embedding themselves in the head of the terrorist who had targeted him.

As the sound faded, Qin Fen spun around and glared fiercely at Lin Ling. If you’re going to give me a gun, give me one fully loaded! There are only six rounds in this thing? And I just used—

The Barrett roared again. The bullet pierced through three terrorists once more.

The Barrett sounded again. The projectile swept through like an enormous battle saber cleaving across an ancient field. Two more terrorists were cut in half at the waist. The final man died from the bullet passing through him.

Three shots from the Barrett eliminated nine terrorists.

The terrorists on the rooftop, temporarily without their leader Chi Xie, felt that if the first shot, killing three men, was luck, and the second shot, killing three more, was good fortune, what about the third?

This female sniper’s calculation ability was even more terrifying than the man before her! She was instantaneously calculating the positions and angles of the remaining men, choosing the combat method with the highest yield per shot.

The terrorist tunnel wasn't long, perhaps only about five hundred meters. Du Peng had the advantage of the initial charge, giving him a speed edge over Du Zhanpeng. He was the first to see the light emerging from the tunnel mouth.

"Stop! Du Peng, I said stop! Did you hear me!"

Du Zhanpeng’s eyes were wide, veins bulging on his neck. His voice was no longer lofty and distant but laced with absolute command.

Du Peng glanced back at Du Zhanpeng. Ever since he could remember, this man had stolen everything from him; this man, who always spoke to him with measured composure and superiority, would finally know what failure felt like.

"Roar!"

Du Zhanpeng let out a sudden cry from thin air. His body rapidly covered itself in streaks of yellow and black patterns. His already powerful muscles convulsed and shifted instantly. His single boot—the only one remaining—crushed the earth beneath him, and the savage twisting force ripped the ground apart.

Bio-Beast! Qin Fen, seeing this from behind Du Zhanpeng, recalled the two previous instances of witnessing a Bio-Beast. However, Du Zhanpeng’s was clearly not a first-tier evolution, but a second-tier integration, the stage of materialized fusion.

Qin Fen wasn't surprised that a military family like Du Zhanpeng possessed a Bio-Beast. But reaching the materialized fusion stage of second-tier integration at such a young age did surprise him.

With a peak Four-Star strength augmented by Two-Star materialized fusion, Du Zhanpeng’s power instantly soared to near Six-Star level. Even against Zha Jade, who had used a Bio-Beast previously, Qin Fen believed Du Zhanpeng would emerge victorious.

Du Peng felt the aura behind him suddenly surge like a hungry tiger. Turning, he saw Du Zhanpeng had activated his Bio-Beast.

In that instant, Du Peng felt an uncontrollable, suffocating rage filling his lungs. The Seven Star Thunder Skill was his! The Bio-Beast was his! The Du family was his! Everything was his! But today, the credit for rescuing the scientist would absolutely not be ceded to him.

When rage peaks, breakthroughs become possible. Although Du Peng didn't break through, his strength surged momentarily due to the sheer intensity of his anger. The instant Du Zhanpeng caught up, he shot out of the tunnel first.

Tap-tap-tap...

Single shots from an AK-47 rang out from just outside the tunnel entrance. Du Zhanpeng finally caught up to Du Peng. The double-strike push of the Qixing Xianlei Qibing Zhan slammed hard into Du Peng's back. The high-quality uniform could not withstand the force of those two palms, tearing with a sound of ripping fabric. Several pieces of cloth fluttered into the sky. Du Peng flew out over ten meters like a thrown lead ball, slamming heavily onto the ground and skidding another ten meters. His throat choked... Chi Xie looked upon Du Zhanpeng, who emerged from the tunnel with a murderous glare, extremely displeased. This was the second time he had missed a shot today.

"Damn it, you nearly killed my cauldron!"

Du Zhanpeng gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. He hadn't fully unleashed the Bio-Beast’s power when he first activated it, but now, fueled by rage, it continued to grow stronger.

Qin Fen, executing several consecutive Sky Cannons, finally burst out of the cave entrance. He didn't hesitate, immediately firing a three-round burst from his P308 back at Chi Xie.

Three bullets chipped away at small fragments of rock on the cliff face. Chi Xie, accustomed to being constantly besieged, was not easily hit.

Du Zhanpeng’s gun followed suit. This warrior using a Bio-Beast far surpassed his normal speed and reaction time; even Qin Fen wasn't confident he could dodge every shot under these circumstances.

"Xie!"

A thick, foul scent emanated from Chi Xie. The bullets struck the rock surface again. The white man’s skin instantly turned blood-red, and signs of an arthropod began to appear on the surface. He had just been at Five-Star Meteor level, but in that moment, he too reached the height of quasi-Six-Star power.

"He has a Bio-Beast too," Qin Fen and Du Zhanpeng showed little surprise.

If Zha Jade, listed on the Federal Bounty List, could use a Bio-Beast, why wouldn't Chi Xie, whose bounty exceeded one hundred thousand, possess one?

"Out of bullets, are we?" Chi Xie’s entire face looked like a boiled crab, accompanied by a faint smile. "Young men are always young men. Are you planning to kill me to steal my guns?"

Qin Fen saw Du Zhanpeng’s ears twitch and knew his gun was also empty. His hand holding the P038 suddenly flickered; the entire long rifle disassembled itself. He instead gripped the knife strapped to the barrel. The Longxiang Banruo Gong (Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill) instantly surged into his right arm. The seams on his uniform, stitched with high-strength cotton thread, could no longer withstand the strain of continuous combat; the threads snapped with a series of paka-paka-paka sounds.

Chi Xie felt something like a cold sun streaking through the air toward him. In a hurried dodge, he tilted his head. As the military knife flew past, Du Zhanpeng’s Qixing Xianlei Qibing Zhan slammed into him.

Du Zhanpeng didn't possess Qin Fen's ability to dismantle a P308 with a flick of the wrist. He instantly wielded his firearm like an ancient general’s Guandao, hacking down from above.

Chi Xie dodged the flying knife only to meet the P308 smashing down. In a rush, he raised both hands, using his AK-47 like a simple club to brace against the rifle butt aiming to shatter rock.

The two weapons clashed, instantly turning into a mess of tangled parts flying everywhere.

Qin Fen didn't hesitate. His right foot planted level with his left, simultaneously bringing his left arm across his abdomen, and his right arm swung up from beneath the left, unleashing the Heng Xing Zhan Wang (Horizontal Battle Net) of the Sky Cannon.

Chi Xie felt the ground tremble beneath him, knowing Qin Fen’s move carried immense force. He retreated backward, bracing both hands and one foot on the ground, raising his rear leg high to smash down violently toward Qin Fen's fist.

Fist and foot exchanged blows. Chi Xie retreated backward like a scorpion, using all four limbs. Qin Fen swung his arm back; the weeds on the ground were instantly bent flat by the force of his punch, only to stubbornly spring back up.

Qin Fen casually flexed his fingers. In just that brief instant of contact, his internal Zhenqi (True Qi) had shot into his fist like a poison needle, spreading rapidly like toxins. If he hadn't used the momentum of swinging his arm, clearing that bizarre Zhenqi might have been impossible in such a short time.

Chi Xie watched Qin Fen effortlessly flex his fingers and showed unconcealed shock. Even a Five-Star Meteor expert had never seen anyone so easily neutralize his 'Poison Scorpion' Zhenqi.

"A bizarre new martial art," Qin Fen murmured, flexing his palm, then puffed out his chest and walked toward Chi Xie without any defense.

What was this? Chi Xie didn't have time to ponder Qin Fen’s intent. He pressed his body low to the ground, pushing off backward with both hands and feet, launching himself forward like a compressed spring. His right leg shot up high behind him. Qin Fen almost felt dizzy—that descending leg didn't look like a human limb, but a gigantic scorpion's tail. As his foot struck, it suddenly rotated, twisting his waist as well. He slightly tucked his body, bringing forth the most orthodox Long Zhe Shen (Dragon Covers Body) technique from the Shaolin Arhat Fist!

Chi Xie never expected his opponent to use a calisthenics move like Long Zhe Shen in this life-or-death struggle. Qin Fen genuinely became like a dragon entering the clouds, obscuring his body. The scorpion's needle strike would only hit air. Temporarily, he twisted his hand and lunged for Qin Fen's groin.

Perverse? Seeing Chi Xie’s vicious, yet utterly un-cowardly, perverted move, Qin Fen broke into a delighted smile.