Miao Long moved forward in the direction of the sniper bullets, but was hit by several more shots soon after. Of course, ordinary bullets would definitely not be able to hurt him. (1_1) Miao Long also knew that in the subsequent shots, the gunman deliberately wanted to expose his position and lead him to a certain place.
So, Miao Long simply accelerated his speed, flying forward in the direction from which the next few bullets were fired, like a strong wind in the desert. What he found incredible was that even when he was moving at high speed, the gunman never stopped shooting at him, and the location of the hit always remained on his head.
Finally, nearly two kilometers away from the Iron Discipline marching team, Miao Long saw the gunsmith. He was lying on a desert float, holding a sniper rifle and relying on the high terrain of a sand dune to snipe.
Miao Long looked at the gunsmith in front of him who was wearing the uniform of the Iron Discipline Orderly, and actually recognized him: "I know you, you are Charles Rolle, the gunsmith who is a traitor to the Royal Academy."
The gunsmith put down his sniper rifle, "I would like to ask you not to take action against this division. We still have to rely on the strength of the Iron Discipline to defeat the Emperor of Shuangying County. If this division is placed on the frontal battlefield, it will be quite powerful." Fighting force."
"Nonsense, I am the emperor!" Miao Long said and held it with one hand.
The gunsmith was sitting on a desert float. The moment the other party made a gesture, the entire float was wrapped in the surrounding sand and turned into a huge maracas.
The desert float soon exploded under the squeeze of the sand. When the sand dispersed, only broken metal remains and black smoke were left.
Miao Long did not see the gunsmith's body, and he also knew that this opponent would not die so easily. really. At this moment, several rays of green light shot out from the sand under his feet without any warning.
Miao Long took a few steps back and easily avoided it. Seconds later, an explosion occurred where he was standing. Sand exploded from the ground, a rain of sand fell from the sky, and the gunsmith emerged from the ground with a strange-looking firearm in his hand.
"During that blow just now... you used this gun to open a path and hid underneath, right?" Miao Long asked, "What exactly is your ability? Control the bullets fired from various guns and change them. The power and trajectory?”
"You guessed it wrong, I made the gun, and I have practiced marksmanship since childhood." The gunsmith replied: "I haven't used my ability yet."
"Oh?" Miao Long sneered: "That's pretty good. You want to say that so far, you have relied on the skills acquired through hard work in battles, right?" He paused: "Or, in fact, I have That's right. 1 (1) Your answer is just to confuse the public and bluff, making me think you have some other hidden abilities."
"You are really annoying." The gunsmith said: "I have never seen people with ferocious abilities, but your complacent look all the time is nothing... It seems that you have always been weaker than me. Who are you dealing with?"
The gunsmith's intuition was amazingly accurate, and he hit the mark again this time.
Miao Long snorted coldly. His attitude has not changed: "I have no choice. Under the same instructor, I am just a little better than others, and my level is improved faster than others. It is not my choice to be surrounded by weak people, even if I don't want to It looks like it stands out from the rest…”
"Then you're just a crane," the gunsmith interrupted. He actually put away the bone gun: "A crane that is leisurely among the chickens and full of superiority. While complaining that its companions are too weak, it enjoys the feeling of standing out from the chickens."
Miao Long's face turned ugly. The gunsmith completely ignored him and continued: "If you are really dissatisfied, why don't you just go and stay among the cranes? But you won't. In my opinion, you are better than me." Can't you get along with other people? You are afraid of losing that sense of superiority and the pressure of competition. For you, living in a chicken coop as the boss and acting like you have been humbled is the most ideal life. Yours Measuring, but that’s it.”
The veins on Miao Long's temples bulged out. The gunsmith's straightforward attitude and terrifyingly accurate intuition exposed him to the point. Miao Long instantly became angry from embarrassment.
"How dare you say that..." Miao Long gritted his teeth and said, "When will it be the weak's turn to judge the strength of the strong?" His fingers were like **, and he clenched his fist tremblingly: "You are looking for death!"
As soon as Miao Long finished speaking, the entire sand dune they were standing on began to change its shape. Like the clay embryo of a vase, the center was sunken and the four walls bulged. After a while, the two of them seemed to be in a giant cylindrical chimney.
"Have you even used this trick? It seems that you have met a very powerful guy." Cole said looking at the sand pillar in the distance.
"Huh? What's the trick?" Tamsun sat next to him, wearing a tank top and shorts. His eyes were also covered to prevent him from creating illusions and escaping.
At this moment, the two men were sitting on the sand, wearing handcuffs. The muzzles of dozens of cannons and sniper scopes from a distance were all aimed at them. If there was any slight movement, they would be killed first and then reported.
Naturally, Spayton and the accountant also saw this scene, and the two of them blended back into the army. No one would have thought that if it were not for the existence of these two orderlies, the army would have been gradually defeated in the bloody battle.
"Is the gunsmith okay?" the accountant asked: "He is a strong level like you, and he met a fierce guy..."
"Don't worry." Spayton replied: "If I don't think he has a chance of winning, and I won't agree to let him lead the opponent out to deal with it alone, I think he must have some plan."
"Man... that's the gunsmith... what plan can he have?" the accountant asked with his eyes raised.
"Ha... Gunsmith, I'm afraid he's stronger than me and Gambling Snake combined." Spayton explained: "Aside from Tianyi and Anshui, he is the person in the organization who has mastered the most eternal core secrets. There are more than It’s just technology.”
"Is there any unparalleled martial arts skills that I can't achieve?" the accountant said.
… …
Meanwhile, in the sand pillar.
"You put your gun away, are you ready to use your abilities?" Miao Long sneered: "But before that, you'd better think about how to deal with this."
The surrounding sand wall suddenly seemed to come alive. The fine sand formed into sharp arrows and shot out from the sand wall without warning, shooting at the gunsmith at random from 360 degrees without blind angle.
Miao Long, who was standing about ten meters in front of the gunsmith, was very safe. He himself could be accidentally injured by sand arrows, but he was a fierce-level ability user and was protected by energy. The impact of this kind of attack on his body was as powerful as the bullet. They're almost the same, so there's no need to go out of your way to avoid them.
"Even the moves are specially designed to deal with opponents who are weaker than you." The gunsmith quickly dodged and avoided most of the sand arrows: "Facing an ability user of the same level, you look quite spectacular. Isn’t this trick just a flashy and useless trick?”
"Why are you so long-winded! If I can kill you, it's a good move!" Miao Long finally couldn't hold it any longer. Taking advantage of the gunsmith's restricted movement, he rushed forward in person, preparing to break his opponent's neck with his bare hands.
But he never expected that a powerful ability user could keep up with his speed and tightly clamp his arm.
The sand arrow also stopped at this moment. The gunsmith looked at the other party with ridicule in his eyes: "If the battle situation changes even slightly, you will have difficulty concentrating and you will not even be able to maintain that useless move."
Miao Long poured energy into his hands, intending to break free from the restraint, but suddenly found a weird sense of disharmony coming from his arms. When he looked away, he was filled with horror because his right forearm turned into wood.
"Don't you believe that I have other abilities?" the gunsmith asked, "How about this?"
"This god-defying big brother!" Miao Long shouted in his heart, but he didn't shout out loud.
"My ability is just to take a long time to change an object. After reaching the strong level, although the speed of converting matter has improved, the improvement is not too great. However, I got inspiration from a stone. I have learned a new technique." The gunsmith said in a relaxed tone: "Without changing the shape and volume, it can instantly turn a small piece of object it comes into contact into into any material. Of course, you don't have to be so scared. , the change caused by this move is temporary, and it will change back when I let go." As he said this, he crushed Miao Long's wooden forearm.
Then, he slowly "let go". After the wood left the gunsmith's palm, it turned into flesh and blood in a few seconds, but the pieces were still broken. Miao Long's forearms were hanging weakly, and their flesh and blood were blurred. , only some bone and skin adhesion.
It was just a strange feeling just now, but now it has evolved into a real severe pain. Miao Long's eyes almost popped out of his head. He had never been so seriously injured in a battle before, and today he was severely injured by a guy who was lower than himself. Not only was it painful physically, but it was also painful for him. A blow to his self-esteem.
"This is impossible... I am faster than you! Stronger!" Miao Long took a step back, raised his leg and kicked to the side.
The gunsmith sidestepped and grabbed his knee again.
Miao Long's face turned green now. Firstly, he had truly confirmed that the gunsmith was really no slower than him, and secondly, because his lower legs had been turned into plastic.
"Theoretically, you can be faster and stronger than me, but please reflect on yourself. When dealing with an ability user with a lower level than yourself, the moves you initially choose are long-distance attacks without physical contact. I knew at that time that your level of fighting with others was worse than mine, so I didn’t even want to use a gun. As for your understanding of ability levels and physical abilities, it was really bad. I once saw a guy wearing a mirror. The guy in the mask fought. At that time, he was only a strong level, but his speed was as fast as that of a blood owl. You have to understand that there is no absolute limit to physical ability, and level cannot be used as a basis for judgment." The gunsmith smiled: "Besides, , for a person with fierce level abilities, you are indeed not very good."
"No... wait!" Miao Long shouted with fear on his face.
The gunsmith still broke off his plastic legs. After letting go this time, Miao Long finally couldn't help but scream.
"If you are a complacent crane in the henhouse, then I am an owl in the phoenix's nest. To a certain extent, ha... I also have the capital to be arrogant." The gunsmith leisurely took out the bone gun at this time He came and pointed at the other person's forehead: "This time it's not an ordinary bullet."