Deep in Lu Ze's pupils were dozens of tracks tearing through the air, and the yellow bullets carried the cold aura of death.
The emergence of firearms is a profound progress in the history of human civilization. The battle between victory and defeat is no longer limited to the strength of the user, but also gives anyone the possibility to challenge the order.
But, is technological progress necessarily the only direction for human development?
Before the Star Source Power appeared, countless people in this world would say - yes.
But at this moment...
When Lu Ze calmly stepped forward and slashed out with his right hand, the sword was as bright as a fan. The Tang sword, which shone with cold light, finally showed its unparalleled sharpness!
The bullet that was about to sink between his eyebrows finally settled 30 centimeters in front of Lu Ze's eyes and split into two.
Ding--
A crisp sound appeared, which seemed to be the beginning.
The faster the group of leather-clad men fired, the brighter the sword light and sparks in front of Lu Ze shone.
Ding ding ding——
The same dense sparks are accompanied by crisp metal cuts, like a symphony orchestra reaching its peak in an instant.
The Tang Dao [Hanling] in Lu Ze's hand was like a city wall that could make the enemy sigh in despair, blocking all invasions.
The gunfire stopped suddenly, and Lu Ze raised his eyelids slightly, staring at the dozen gunmen crowded just 10 meters away.
The muzzles of the guns held by this group of leather-clad men were still emitting white smoke. Their expressions were frozen on their faces, and they stared in fear at the figure walking indifferently.
The clanging shells and the sound of bullets hitting the ground overlapped together, like drumsticks pounding into their hearts.
From a distance of less than twenty meters, he cut off all the barrages with a Tang Dao at his feet.
"Is that all?"
Lu Ze held the sword in his backhand, looked at the person in front of him indifferently, raised his left foot and stepped forward heavily.
As his body tilted sharply, a powerful sword shot out in an instant, cutting straight through ten meters!
This sword cut the blade, which was less than a meter long, with an unstoppable force.
On the floor door, a thin line emerges from the upper left to the lower right.
The next second, a thrilling huge crack bloomed with bright red blood spraying!
However, where the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, even the blood sprayed was suppressed.
It was obviously spraying in one direction, but in the end it was transformed into left and right sides.
A blood-stainless road leads straight to the outside.
boom!
In the distance behind him, a gunshot suddenly rang out.
This huge echoing sound, the terrifying trembling smoke...
It is clearly a super-long-range killing weapon, a Gauss rifle!
There was actually a gunman who appeared at the back door.
The timing of this shot was so tricky, it was specifically stuck when Lu Ze was about to strike and was unable to recover.
However, when the gunman pulled the trigger, he suddenly discovered that in the scope, at the back of the unsuspecting target's head, there suddenly appeared an arm behind his back, and a Tang Tang sword with a steel blade pointing outwards.
knife.
"Time stands still."
Lu Ze's eyelids drooped.
The long pointed warhead, Lu Ming's daze, the spray of blood...
All hovering in mid-air strangely.
Except for the six-sided and eight-sided Tang knife that stuck to the bullet as Lu Ze gently raised his wrist.
With a very subtle high-frequency tremor, Tang Dao's backhand moved inward at an angle of less than 10 degrees, and then flicked in the opposite direction.
The extremely hard blade pressed the warhead hard, and the twisted ripples of layers of air solidified in the air.
"Time restored."
The golden pointer in the sea of consciousness paused for only 0.2 seconds before moving forward again under that magnificent will.
All the actions completed in a frozen moment, and all the kinetic energy accumulated in the time gap are finally released at one point.
--boom!
Behind Lu Ze, on the side of the blade, white air waves suddenly exploded vertically to the ground.
No one could see clearly what was flying in the air.
But fifty meters behind Lu Ze, at the back door of the empty training ground, there was a sound like a watermelon exploding.
Dark red blood stains covered half of the wall, and a headless body fell heavily to the ground.
Lu Ze held the Tang Dao [Hanling] horizontally in front of him and stared at the reflection of his eyes reflected in the blade.
This razor-sharp sword still sheds no blood.
Two fingers caressed the blade, and there was a faint sound of dragon roar.
Lu Ze threw the Tang Dao with his backhand, and the blade fell into the scabbard with perfect accuracy as it spun.
"A Ming, do you still remember your favorite game in kindergarten?"
"The eagle catches the chicken?" Lu Ming said with some uncertainty.
"Then do you think we are eagles or chickens?" Lu Ze held the ebony scabbard and walked calmly through the blood-stained door.
Lu Ming couldn't resist looking at the corpses that had been cut into two parts. He swallowed, but there was determination in his eyes, and his tone revealed unparalleled perseverance: "Eagle!"
"No."
Lu Ze finally turned around and patted Lu Ming's shoulder gently, "We are hunters."
Then he turned around and went downstairs.
Whether it is an eagle catching a chick, or a flock of chickens escaping and killing the eagle, all this is within the natural law of the jungle.
The hunter waited quietly aside, at best just watching a show.
But the premise of all this...
Whether it is an eagle or a flock of chickens, do not try to attack the hunter.
Because in this case, this endless biological chain will be hit by dimensionality reduction from outside the cycle.
Therefore, since you are an eagle, just be an eagle honestly.
Since I am a chicken, I will try my best to survive in this troubled world.
What the creatures in this world lack most is nothing more than...
Self-knowledge.
Lu Ze walked down the stairs and stood quietly outside the glass door, staring at the equally empty space inside and the two young men with aloof aura.
Out of politeness, Lu Ze gave a brief smile.
Then, gently open the door.
Lu Ze's eyes fell on the man in the front...the man in a suit and leather shoes with a sinister look on his face.
The corners of the young man's mouth curved slightly, whether it was a smile or sarcasm.
Lu Ze pushed open the door and entered.
In the large and luxurious space, the two people looked at each other quietly.
The last, stern young man in black stripes and feathers, glanced at Lu Ze lightly and continued to sip tea quietly.
…
Over the tea table, the camera was still faithfully performing its duties, but the live broadcast was already dead silent.
The walls, floors, doors, and piles of corpses were stained red with blood.
All of this is silently telling what happened half a minute ago.
From the moment Lu Ze appeared in the video, Ji Wu's right hand completely let go of the tea cup.
But under the TV tower 40 kilometers away, Mushe's back was already dripping with cold sweat.
Same with a knife.
The gap between his sword skills and Lu Ze's is like a chasm.
That is beyond description.
Sometimes as light as the wind, sometimes as domineering as a ghost, the black sandalwood sword seemed to come alive in Lu Ze's hands.
He has never seen anyone able to use Tang Dao to such an extent!
Bang.
Bang.
Lu Ming's crutches were thrown on the car. He limped out of the door holding a rifle, then leaned against the doorpost and looked at his brother's back as he slowly walked towards it.
"I am really easy to talk to."
Lu Ze held the middle part of the scabbard and walked towards Ji Wu casually. His voice was indescribably expressive, and he didn't pay any attention to the strange atmosphere during this period.
Ji Wu stood there, watching Lu Ze approach him unhurriedly with indifferent eyes.
"But that's only when I'm in a good mood."
Lu Ze sat calmly at the other end of the huge purple bamboo tea table.
In the rising mist, Lu Ze placed the Tang sword on the table and looked at Ji Wu calmly.
"So how are you feeling now?" Ji Wu suddenly laughed a little sickly, with mockery in his voice.
"There is no fluctuation." Lu Ze looked at Ji Wu's gloomy face and added softly: "I even want to laugh a little."
sand…
A piece of wall suddenly fell off behind Lu Ming, and he quickly straightened his body.
Ji Wu held the tea cup in front of him with his right hand, and the hot water vapor was still steaming, covering his face.
"Hehe...hehe..."
Ji Wu's body trembled slightly because of laughter. He raised his head and looked at Lu Ze with a bright smile on his face. His tone was elegant: "I didn't expect that General Lu would be so fond of fighting for words."
"The game continues. Congratulations on jumping from the first chapter to the final chapter. After drinking this cup of tea, I will give you a chance to confess..."
During the brief pause in his voice, Ji Wu grabbed the tea cup and raised his hand.
Suddenly, a faint wave of air bloomed in the sleeves, and the cup of scalding tea was spinning at high speed, flying diagonally towards Lu Ze.
When this hand was raised, thunder seemed to bloom in the air.
"Where is the inventor of Melting Point Virus?"
Ji Wu's voice suddenly dropped, with a chill in it.
Lu Ze put the two fingers of his right hand together and placed them sideways in front of his eyes. When the teacup that shot through the air like a bullet approached his face, he slightly retracted his fingertips and flicked it.
In the faintly spreading white mist, the black glazed lamp suddenly paused in the air with an ethereal mournful cry all over its body.
However, under the influence of huge inertia, the tea soup in the cup suddenly rushed out and poured onto Lu Ze's face.
The two fingers that were pressed together were gently retracted, and they turned into five fingers like a mountain, carrying the force of thunder, and slapped downwards hard.
The heart-wrenching sounds of twisting and squeezing bamboo wood stacked together in a very short period of time, turning into a sharp sound that suddenly bloomed.
Lu Ze slapped his palm on the Zizhu tea table, his palm flush with the tabletop.
The tea cup was pressed into the purple bamboo table with no water dripping from the tea soup.
Lu Ze's eyes were also cold. His eyes fell on Ji Wu's handsome face and he spoke seriously:
"Ants are greedy for life, let alone humans?"
Um?
Ji Wu's eyes suddenly froze.
Even the stern young man who was enjoying tea leisurely beside him finally raised his eyelids and looked straight ahead.
Because at this moment, Lu Ze's aura began to rise geometrically!
Lu Ze raised his right hand and slapped it forward hard.
Click——
The five-meter-long purple bamboo tea table split instantly.
The cup of tea soup was spinning at high speed at this moment, like a top, spinning wildly forward.