558: Chapter 558 Physical Training: Overcoming Ten Techniques with Force

Chapter 558: Refined Physical Body, Brute Force Overcomes All

"Fire!"

At Captain Hu's order, the Grim Reaper's sickle swung.

At the side cabin door, the M134 rotary machine gun, which had long been preheated, instantly erupted with a scalp-tingling roar.

Bzzzz—

That didn't sound like gunfire at all, but rather a prolonged wail like tearing fabric.

With a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute, the flame spewing from the muzzle merged into a straight fire whip.

The dense 7.62mm full-power bullets, like a metal storm, poured down wildly with terrifying kinetic energy capable of tearing apart armored vehicles.

The rooftop's cement ground instantly shattered, and the hard concrete was easily plowed open like tofu.

Gravel flew everywhere, and smoke and dust rose in all directions.

Captain Hu stared at the few "ants" below, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Under this level of firepower coverage, let alone a group of the old, weak, sick, and disabled, even a truck could be sawed in half!

At this moment, several figures on the rooftop were running wildly on the line of life and death.

Just when Fang Cheng's Aura erupted earlier, he softly spat out two words: "Run fast."

Without any hesitation, the Illuminati members immediately executed the chairman's orders.

Feiying was an agility-type ability user, after all.

The mere distance of more than thirty meters was nothing more than the blink of an eye to him.

Even before the machine gunner made a move to adjust the firing arc, he had already slipped into the safe zone at the rooftop entrance like a ghostly black shadow.

However, the other two were not so lucky.

Old Chen was old, after all, and his reaction was half a beat slow.

Pang Hu had even lost an arm, was severely injured, and stumbled as he ran.

Da da da da da—

Just less than ten meters away from the door, a hail of deadly bullets instantly poured down, sweeping along and chasing right at their heels.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the flying stones hit Pang Hu's back like shrapnel.

Although they didn't pierce his muscles, the pain made him stagger and fall heavily to the ground.

"Fatty!"

Seeing this, Feiying, who had already reached the doorway, felt his eye sockets split open with anger.

Without saying a word, he forcefully kicked off the wall with his toes, refusing to retreat and instead charging back in reverse.

"Hold on tight!"

He grabbed Old Chen by the collar and flung him fiercely toward the entrance passageway using the momentum.

Old Chen cut an arc through the air, crashing into the stairwell almost flush against the ground.

But by the time Feiying went to pull Pang Hu again, it was already too late.

That life-harvesting "fire whip" had swept right up to the two of them.

Pang Hu's huge and stalwart body was simply too heavy, and Feiying's thin arms couldn't pull him at all.

Watching the bullets landing spots, there was less than half a meter left between them.

The despairing feeling of being enveloped by death made the two involuntarily close their eyes.

However, the anticipated excruciating pain did not arrive.

Clang, clang, clang—

A dense sound of impacts exploded in their ears, just like raindrops hitting an iron plate.

The two opened their eyes in astonishment.

They saw a figure as broad as a mountain standing in front of them at some unknown time, taking all the bullets for them.

It was the Chairman!

The two looked at Fang Cheng with boundless joy and surprise.

They saw his feet nailed to the ground as if they had taken root, his arms protecting his head and face, and his muscles bulging like rocks all over his body.

The full-power machine gun rounds that could easily tear apart a human body only left light red marks on his body when they hit him.

Then they bounced off as if hitting a steel plate, turning into scrap metal and scattering all over the ground.

Not only that.

As Fang Cheng exhaled and shouted, locking his horse stance firmly, a layer of brilliant golden halo emerged from the surface of his body.

That was the Protective Aura formed after his vital energy and blood had condensed to the extreme.

It was like a scorching flame wrapping around his body, and also like the legendary Golden Bell Shield.

Amidst this hail of bullets, it bloomed with a divine radiance that one could not bear to look directly at.

"Why aren't you leaving yet!"

Fang Cheng let out a furious roar like a thunderclap.

Feiying trembled all over and instantly came back to his senses.

He clenched his teeth, used every ounce of his strength, dragged the fallen Pang Hu, and tumbled into the stairwell.

At this moment, the soldier operating the autocannon on the helicopter had his eyes almost popping out of his sockets.

"This... what kind of monster is this?"

Captain Hu also wore a look of utter astonishment.

Seeing those few mice successfully crawl into the hole, it was already too late to have the machine gunner adjust the angle.

What made him even more alarmed was that man still standing in the center of the bullet rain.

Illuminated by the strong light of the searchlight, the man assumed a standard Martial Artist horse stance posture, and his figure suddenly surged in size.

The black hoodie that had originally fit him instantly burst into strips of cloth, revealing the terrifying muscle groups underneath that looked like they were poured from steel and cast in iron.

His latissimus dorsi emerged like a ghost face, his pectoral muscles tightened like rocks, and his rectus abdominis was distinctly defined.

Every inch of muscle was violently writhing and congesting with blood, as if countless living giant pythons were hidden beneath his skin.

In just a few seconds, his body shape expanded by a circle, transforming from an ordinary youth into a Vajra Warrior.

His defense capability also rose to another level accordingly.

The autocannon bullets poured down like a rainstorm, hitting him and stirring up strings of sparks, yet they didn't even break his skin.

"Refined Physical Body? Psychokinetic shield?"

Although Captain Hu was shocked, he quickly calmed down from his bewilderment.

As a special operations captain who had long executed tasks on the front line, he had seen many extraordinary people with special abilities.

Some could turn into rocks, and some mastered secret arts that distorted space.

Just like Big Bear from the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group, who also possessed abnormal muscle strength.

Although far inferior to the man in front of him who was unscathed and calm.

So what?

They were currently riding in an armed helicopter, hovering at a high altitude of more than fifty meters from the rooftop.

This distance was a natural chasm.

Even if this monster was a humanoid Tyrannosaurus, it could only stare blankly on the ground and couldn't touch a single hair of theirs at all.

"I'd like to see just how tough you can be!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Captain Hu's eyes, and he roared into the headset:

"Don't stop the autocannon suppression, prepare the rocket pods! Blow him to pieces for me!"

"By the way, prepare two nerve suppressant rounds just in case."

However, the very moment he gave the order,

Fang Cheng, who had originally stood like an iron tower taking the beating, suddenly moved.

His figure flashed like lightning as he quickly retreated two steps, dodging the dense rain of bullets hitting his body.

Then his left foot kicked the ground fiercely, shattering the cement ground beneath his feet.

At the same time, his right hand pulled back, his muscles tightening all over like a full-moon bow.

Taking advantage of the searchlight's light, Captain Hu vaguely saw that fellow seemed to be holding... a dagger in his hand.

An ordinary tactical dagger?

Captain Hu was stunned for a moment, and then a sense of absurdity surged in his heart.

Is this guy crazy?

He wants to hit an armed helicopter across more than fifty meters with a small piece of iron?

Does he think this is shooting a movie...

Before the thought had even settled,

Boom—

A dull, thunder-like explosion sounded in the air.

Fang Cheng's arm waved fiercely, throwing the dagger out.

The amplitude of the movement was so great that it felt not just like a throw, but more like a cannonball being fired.

During the Flight after the dagger left his hand, due to the excessive speed, it violently frictioned against the air, and the blade even turned red-hot.

Whoosh—

There was simply no time to react.

A dot of red light, like an infrared-guided hypersonic missile, instantly tore through the fifty-meter night sky.

Even behind the bulletproof glass, Captain Hu still felt a breath of death rushing right at his face.

That sense of crisis, as if falling into an ice cellar, made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Get out of the way!!"

He almost subconsciously lunged hard to the side, forcefully shoving the pilot sitting in the driver's seat as he passed.

Pfft—

The composite bulletproof glass, which was sufficient to withstand heavy machine gun strafing, was as fragile as a piece of cardboard in front of that dagger.

The red light pierced straight through, its momentum completely unabated.

Although Captain Hu's push allowed the pilot to escape disaster by sheer luck,

the dagger still pierced through his left shoulder like cutting tofu, and then shot through the chest of the adjutant behind him.

Finally, with a "clang" sound, it sank deep into the Kevlar bulletproof layer on the rear wall of the cabin.

Bzz—

Even though it had embedded three parts into the wall, the hilt exposed on the outside was still vibrating wildly, emitting a heart-palpitating buzzing sound.

"Ah!!"

Screams instantly erupted inside the cabin.

Captain Hu clutched his pierced shoulder, his face twisted with pain.

He turned his head to glance at the smoking dagger, his eyes full of horror.

What kind of arm strength is this?!

If not for the hilt obstructing the trajectory, this strike would probably have directly pierced through the entire armed helicopter.

For many years, executing missions to capture extraordinary beings, he had never seen such a simple and brutal means of attack.

Where was this a flying knife? It was simply a portable electromagnetic railgun!

If not for his fast reaction just now, this slash would definitely have split the pilot's head open like a watermelon.

Captain Hu lowered his head to look at his own wound.

At the edge of the pierced bloody hole, countless tiny granulation buds were frantically writhing and intertwining, stopping the bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The opponent was indeed formidable, but he was no pushover either.

As a squad leader of the Dark Blade Unit, his physical fitness and neural reactions had been enhanced by potions, and he was already a ruthless character who had killed his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Hoo..."

As the pain subsided slightly, Captain Hu gritted his teeth, wanting to stand up and resume command.

Fortunately, the pilot wasn't dead, and air superiority was still in their hands...

Bang—

Just as he had relaxed this breath halfway,

a crisp gunshot abruptly pierced through the roar of the helicopter rotors.

On the front-row pilot's helmet, a flower of blood suddenly appeared.

Then the blood flower burst open, rapidly expanding.

That was impressively a bullet hole right between the eyebrows, precise to the extreme.

Without even a single groan from the pilot, his body went limp and collapsed downward.

His out-of-control hands instinctively swiped forward, knocking over the collective pitch lever.

The huge fuselage instantly lost control, swaying violently like it was drunk.

"Fuck!"

Captain Hu was thrown and slammed his head against the instrument panel.

The autocannon that was originally strafing the rooftop also shook wildly along with the fuselage, bullets flying everywhere and losing accuracy.

He couldn't care about cursing, and immediately pushed aside the pilot's still-bleeding corpse.

He lunged into the driver's seat himself, grabbed the cyclic pitch lever, and tried to stabilize this out-of-control steel beast.

"It's the ambushing sniper!"

His eyes were bloodred, staring fixedly at the rooftop ruins below, looking for the person who had just fired.

And right behind a broken wall on the north side of the helipad, Hawkeye was slowly retracting his still-smoking muzzle.

When Fang Cheng gave the retreat order just now, he didn't choose to follow the others.

Besides his location being too far from the entrance,

he was very clear that in such open terrain facing aerial firepower, without special abilities, running purely on foot wouldn't get you away.

Someone had to stay behind to counterattack.

And wanting to counter that iron lump that occupied air superiority, the only effective method was to knock out its operator.

Watching this scene, a trace of approval flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

This newcomer was very calm and rational when facing danger, thinking along the same lines as him.

You must know that the hovering position of this armed helicopter was simply too high.

With Fang Cheng's current jumping power, a vertical leap to touch high would be at most less than fifteen meters.

If he stacked the skill effects of Absolute Control and Elasticity, he could indeed try the limit of sprinting a hundred meters high into the air.

But the opponent wouldn't give him that time to build up power at all, and there were no suitable leverage points around.

Therefore, he changed his train of thought.

Earlier, when he went to Black Mamba's corpse to get the communicator, he secretly hid that dagger in his sleeve.

He had intended to rely on the fivefold strength amplification of the Qilin Arm to execute a fatal throwing knife.

It was just a pity that Captain Hu reacted too quickly, and his physical fitness was quite good, actually dodging the vital spot at the critical moment of life and death.

However, it didn't matter. If once didn't work, then twice!

At this time, the helicopter drew an "8" shape in the air and finally managed to barely recover balance.

Captain Hu was an all-around elite soldier of the special forces after all, and his Driving skills were not bad.

But he was almost driven mad with anger at this moment.

Before the enemy was even eliminated, he suffered two consecutive failures, making his originally stable emotions somewhat out of control.

"The sniper is in the two o'clock direction, behind the broken wall!"

He roared into the communicator, his voice exceptionally high-pitched:

"Never mind that big guy for now, kill the sniper for me and turn him into a sieve!"

The machine gunner at the side cabin door received the order and quickly turned the muzzle.

Da da da da da da—

The dense tongue of fire instantly covered the broken wall where Hawkeye was hiding.

Bricks and stones flew, and the cover was shaved off by a large area within a few seconds.

Hawkeye had to hug his gun and roll wolfishly on the ground, suppressed so that he couldn't raise his head.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng did not stand by and watch the show.

His eyes narrowed as he quickly bent down, picking up a piece of concrete rubble as large as a millstone from the ground.

Captain Hu, sitting in the driver's seat, swept his gaze over this scene, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

That small dagger just now could achieve the effect of an anti-material sniper rifle.

Now changing to such a large piece of stone, if it hit solidly, this helicopter would have to be scrapped even if it didn't crash.

"In your dreams!"

Captain Hu's expression was ferocious as his fingers slammed down on the red launch button at the top of the control stick.

Whoosh whoosh—

Two 70mm "Hydra" rockets dragged long tail flames, carrying deadly screams, heading straight for the area where Fang Cheng was located.

Boom!!

The violent explosion instantly engulfed the center of the rooftop.

Flames soared into the sky, and the huge shock wave directly blew down the floor slabs of that area.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the tall figure of that man instantly vanished into the sea of fire.

"Is he dead?"

Captain Hu panted heavily, staring fixedly at the churning smoke, trying to find the target's corpse.

However, when the smoke and dust dispersed slightly,

except for the bombed-through large hole and messy ruins, the surroundings were completely empty.

No blood stains, and no corpse.

"Where is the person?!"

Captain Hu widened his bloodshot eyes, and an ominous premonition instantly crawled all over his spine.