39: Chapter 39 Amazing Move: A Nut Teaches People a Lesson

Zhang Wei's shout cracked, sounding just like a drake waiting to be slaughtered.

Lin Qi did not turn back.

He even had the leisure to weigh the transparent box in his hand, and after confirming the weight was correct, he slowly tucked it into the innermost layer of his backpack.

He zipped it up.

He patted the backpack, his movements as gentle as if he were coaxing a sleeping baby.

This was, after all, a potent medicine for Flesh Refining, more precious than life itself.

At the factory entrance, footsteps sounded chaotic and disorganized.

Twelve mercenaries held matching automatic rifles, and the leader was even carrying a six-barreled Gatling gun.

Dark, hollow gun barrels pointed in his direction.

The green-skinned merchant, who had been scared witless just a moment ago, now seemed to have found his backbone.

He jumped out from behind the pile of crates and screamed while pointing at Lin Qi.

"Fire! Shoot him until he's a sieve! If the cloud-pattern herb is damaged in the slightest, you won't get a single cent!"

Lin Qi turned around.

Facing a dozen hot weapons poised for action, he had no expression on his face.

He merely flexed his wrists, which emitted a crisp cracking sound.

"That palm strike just now was too fast; I didn't get a taste of it."

Lin Qi looked at the mercenaries who were acting as if facing a great enemy, as if he were looking at a pile of moving wooden stakes.

"Since there are so many of you, let me try a few more times."

"Madman!"

The burly man carrying the Gatling gun cursed and pulled the trigger.

Rat-tat-tat-tat! Tongues of fire spat out.

A torrent of bullets like a metal storm poured out, kicking up dust where Lin Qi had just been standing.

The cement floor was riddled with holes like a honeycomb.

But there was no one there anymore.

Lin Qi had moved the moment before the trigger was pulled.

He didn't retreat; instead, he sidestepped and slammed into a huge load-bearing pillar nearby.

Bullets chased his heels the whole way, splashing sparks across the pillar.

"Don't stop! Suppress him!"

The merchant continued to scream hysterically from behind.

Lin Qi leaned against the pillar, his breathing steady.

He looked down at his feet.

A pile of rusty mechanical parts was scattered there, with nuts and washers of all sizes covering the ground.

"Is this your ammunition?"

Lin Qi bent down and grabbed a handful from the ground with his right hand.

A large handful of oil-stained nuts landed in his palm.

He weighed them.

The feel was okay; although not as handy as professional throwing knives, with enough strength, these things were even more vicious than bullets.

The gunfire outside paused slightly.

The burly man carrying the Gatling gun carefully circled toward the pillar.

"Come out! I know you're hiding there!"

Lin Qi listened to the footsteps and counted silently in his heart.

Three. Two. One.

Just as the burly man exposed half of his body.

Lin Qi suddenly leaned out halfway and whipped his right hand out like a lash.

A rain of flowers across the sky.

That was the "Heavenly Maid Scatters Flowers" technique from hidden weapon arts, which focuses on a wide coverage area.

But in Lin Qi's hands, this was called a "shotgun."

Swish, swish, swish!

Dozens of nuts tore through the air, emitting a teeth-aching whistle.

"Ah!"

The screams blended into one.

The burly man with the Gatling gun felt a pain in his wrist, and the heavy firearm in his hand clattered to the ground.

A hexagonal nut was precisely embedded into his wrist joint, with half of it submerged in the flesh.

Not only him.

The mercenaries behind him holding rifles were clutching their eyes, holding their knees, or had their palms pierced through by the nuts.

Although no one died, more than half of their combat effectiveness was gone.

The gunfire stopped completely.

"Trash! You're all trash!"

The green-skinned merchant jumped in anger and turned to look at the two remaining Berserkers.

"You go! Tear him to pieces for me!"

The two bloodthirsty Berserkers who had been guarding the door had long been unable to restrain themselves.

The death of their companions did not make them fear; instead, it stirred the cruelty inscribed in their genes.

"Roar!"

The two giant beasts exerted force simultaneously, shattering the floor tiles beneath their feet.

Like two out-of-control tanks, they charged toward Lin Qi with a foul wind.

This kind of pure physical collision had more oppressive force than bullets.

Lin Qi threw away the remaining nuts in his hand and clapped the dust off his hands.

"That's right."

He walked toward the Berserker on the left.

The Berserker raised his arm, as thick as a water bucket, and threw a punch at Lin Qi's face.

This punch carried enough wind pressure to punch through a steel plate.

Lin Qi didn't dodge.

The moment the fist reached him, he abruptly raised his left hand and rested it on the opponent's wrist.

Not resisting, but guiding.

Deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces.

The Berserker felt as if his strength had been beat into cotton, and his body involuntarily tilted forward.

Just at that second when he lost his balance.

Lin Qi stepped forward and lowered his shoulder.

That shoulder, which didn't look particularly broad, slammed hard into the Berserker's defenseless underarm.

Hidden Energy, burst!

Crack.

The crisp sound of bone fracturing echoed in the empty hall.

The Berserker's thick arm hung limply like a puppet with cut strings.

The entire shoulder joint was shattered by this impact.

"Roar—!"

The cry of pain was suppressed just as it was about to escape.

Lin Qi's right hand formed a claw, gripping the opponent's intact left shoulder, and he vaulted into the air using the leverage.

He turned in mid-air and swung a roundhouse kick behind him.

There, the second Berserker was preparing to sneak an attack.

This kick landed solidly on the side of the opponent's knee.

Another crack.

That scalp-numbing sound of bones breaking rang out again.

The Berserker who was sneaking the attack had his right leg bent at a weird, reverse angle, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

In less than a minute.

Two full-health elite monsters, one with a ruined arm, one with a broken leg.

Both were rolling on the ground.

The entire hall was terrifyingly quiet.

The injured mercenaries even forgot to scream, their eyes wide as if they were looking at some prehistoric creature.

Is this even human?

Even a high-level martial artist couldn't snap a Berserker, known for their defense, like a cracker, right?

The green-skinned merchant slumped on the ground, his green face pale with fear.

He looked at the youth standing between the two giant beasts.

The youth's breathing hadn't even been disrupted.

Lin Qi turned his head and looked at the merchant.

The merchant shuddered, immediately raised his hands, took out the remaining stacks of cash from his chest, and handed them forward, trembling.

"Money... the money is all yours! Don't kill me!"

Lin Qi didn't even glance at the money.

"I said, I don't lack money."

He didn't even look at the merchant a second time and turned directly toward the window on the side.

The group of mercenaries still standing subconsciously retreated to open a path, and no one dared to raise their guns.

Some even threw their guns far away, fearing it might cause a misunderstanding.

This wasn't a battle; it was suicide.

Lin Qi supported himself on the window sill with one hand and vaulted out lightly.

Outside, the night was deep.

Zhang Wei was starting up a beat-up pickup truck he'd gotten from who knows where, the engine roaring deafeningly.

Seeing Lin Qi jump out of the window unharmed, the fat man's eyes nearly popped out.

"Brother Qi! Over here!"

Zhang Wei slammed on the gas, drifted the car, and stopped in front of Lin Qi.

Lin Qi opened the car door and sat in.

"Drive."

The pickup roared, kicked up a cloud of dust, and sped toward the urban area.

Only when the silhouette of the chemical plant was completely out of sight did Zhang Wei let out a long sigh.

While holding the steering wheel, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Lin Qi.

"Brother Qi, that was gunfire just now, right? And it was automatic fire?"

"Yes."

"And you just came out like that?"

"Otherwise what? Stay there for a late-night snack?"

Lin Qi ignored Zhang Wei's fuss.

He took the transparent box out of his backpack and examined it carefully by the light of the street lamps outside the car window.

The translucent leaves shimmered with a faint silver glow in the dim light, the roots were plump, and it was full of medicinal power.

It was indeed that cloud-pattern herb.

The quality was even better than expected.

"If this herb were taken to an auction house, it could at least be exchanged for a seaside house."

Zhang Wei glanced at it and swallowed his saliva.

"Not for sale."

Lin Qi put the box away again.

"I have a great use for this thing."

The harvest from this trip to the black market was more than just this medicinal herb.

More importantly, he had verified the feasibility of using "Hidden Energy" to deal with high-defense monsters.

That method of penetrating the skin and striking directly at the internal organs was indeed a Sharp Weapon for breaking the rules of digitization.

But it still wasn't enough.

During those bursts just now, Lin Qi clearly felt that his internal Qi and blood couldn't keep up.

Every strike of Hidden Energy drained the body's stored energy.

It was like a high-horsepower engine, but the fuel tank was only as big as a cola bottle.

He had to expand it as soon as possible.

Lin Qi leaned back against the chair, closed his eyes, and felt the soreness coming from his muscles.

This was his body sending out hunger signals.

"Fatty, help me ask for leave tomorrow."

Lin Qi's voice sounded in the bumpy carriage.

"Huh? For how many days?"

"Three days."

Lin Qi opened his eyes, a flash of sharp light in his gaze.

"I'm going into seclusion."

Skin Refining is complete.

Next, I must train this body of skin and flesh until it is completely as solid as a bronze wall and an iron fortress.