20: Chapter 20 Checking the Water Meter

"Fire!!!"

Accompanied by the guard's hysterical roar, two heavy spiritual energy machine guns simultaneously let out a deafening bellow.

"Da da da da da da—!"

Blinding tongues of fire instantly illuminated the darkness in the air-raid shelter tunnel. Hundreds of special bullets inscribed with armor-piercing runes wove into an impenetrable metal web of death in mid-air, rushing toward Su Chen like an overwhelming deluge.

Against this level of firepower, even a true Tier 1 Martial Artist would only be able to choose to temporarily avoid the brunt of the attack or desperately raise their Protective Qi to endure it.

But Su Chen did not retreat even a single step.

The moment the bullets were fired, the Single Tomoe Sharingan beneath his mask spun at its maximum speed.

In his eyes, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.

"Left side, twelve rounds, blocking the shoulders and ribs."

"Right side, fifteen rounds, blocking the retreat path of the legs."

"Directly ahead, twenty rounds, aiming straight for the heart and skull."

Within a thousandth of a second, the flight trajectories, initial velocities, and the directions in which hundreds of bullets sliced through the air were all clearly dismantled in Su Chen's brain.

Facing the lethal metal storm, Su Chen did not use Armament Haki to resist it head-on.

He completely relaxed all the muscles in his body.

Previously, when the System instilled [Marine Six Styles: Shave], it forcibly reorganized his entire body's muscle fibers and bones to allow him to withstand dozens of instantaneous ground stomps. At this moment, this physique displayed terrifying flexibility and coordination that surpassed common human understanding.

The bullets tore through the air, bringing with them intense currents.

Su Chen's body was like a weightless sheet of paper; amidst the air currents brought by the bullets, he began to strangely twist and sway within the hail of gunfire.

"Whoosh."

He tilted his head slightly, and three bullets grazed the edge of his Shura mask, sparking a flash of fire.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

His chest suddenly contracted inward, and his spine bent into a strange arc. A row of bullets whistled past the zipper of his black cloak.

Side sway, backward lean, sliding step.

Su Chen's movements were small in range, but very accurate. He was like a ghost dancing on the tip of a blade, walking forward leisurely amidst the dense metal storm.

The bullets poured down, but they didn't even touch a single strand of his hair!

This was the prototype of the Advanced physical technique from [Rokushiki] specifically used for dodging attacks — [Kami-e]!

With the help of the Sharingan's absolute prediction and his reorganized, inhuman physique, Su Chen, at this moment, had forcibly replicated this physical technique!

"Shoot! Shoot him to death! The three million is ours!"

A machine gunner's eyes were bloodshot, his finger tightly clamped on the trigger.

"Something's wrong! Fourth, aim properly, damn it! You're missing everything!" Another guard looked at the black figure still steadily approaching amidst the gunfire, his voice beginning to tremble.

"I am aiming! I've been aiming right at his chest! What the hell... what kind of thing is he? Did the bullets pass right through him?!" The machine gunner called Fourth roared frantically.

Su Chen's footsteps did not pause in the slightest; he moved through the hail of bullets as if walking through an empty land, getting closer and closer to the gate.

Click!

Suddenly, the heavy machine gun in Fourth's hands emitted a crisp sound of an empty chamber.

"Out of ammo! Change the magazine!" Fourth frantically slapped the gun body; the barrel had turned red from continuous firing and was emitting a pungent white smoke.

The guard next to him hurriedly went to fetch a spare ammunition belt.

Just at this moment when the tongues of fire paused.

"Your welcome ceremony."

A hoarse, cold voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, echoed in the empty tunnel.

The four guards shuddered and looked up.

The person wearing the demon mask had already stopped, standing quietly about twenty meters away from them.

"Too noisy."

Just as the words fell.

"Bang—!!"

An extremely dull sonic boom, like an exploding artillery shell, resounded in the tunnel without warning!

The hard granite slab beneath Su Chen's feet instantly turned into powder. The violent reaction force shattered the accumulated water on the ground into a sky full of mist.

[Marine Six Styles: Shave]!

In the desperate gaze of the four guards, that black figure instantly blurred, turning into a streak of black lightning that could not be captured by the naked eye.

"He's coming, stop him!" Fourth let out a shrill scream, and not having time to reload, he swung the red-hot machine gun like a club.

"Whoosh—"

A gust of wind mixed with water vapor rushed toward them.

Fourth swung and missed, the machine gun crashing heavily onto the ground.

He raised his head blankly, discovering that there was no one in front of him.

"Where... where is he?" Fourth turned his head to look at his companions.

His companions' pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints, their mouths agape, staring in terror behind Fourth.

Fourth braced himself and turned around.

That figure in the black cloak had already passed them, standing straight in front of the huge alloy blast door of the underground casino.

Su Chen didn't even glance at these four guards.

His gaze was fixed solely on the door in front of him.

This door was made from a heavy alloy blast door left over from an old-era armory. It was thirty centimeters thick, with reinforced spiritual energy array patterns engraved on the surface. Let alone bullets, even a Martial Skill fully unleashed by a Tier 1 Martial Master would struggle to leave a mark on it.

In the black market, this door was the Blood Axe Gang's strongest line of defense.

"People inside, listen! Shura is outside the door! Quickly go call the gang leader..." A guard reacted, roaring hoarsely into the communicator by the door.

"Shut up."

Su Chen did not turn his head, only calmly spitting out these two words.

He took a deep breath.

Beneath his wide black combat suit, the dense muscle groups instantly awakened like beasts in slumber. His spine emitted a series of crackling sounds like popping beans, and his entire spinal column suddenly sprang up like a fully drawn dragon!

He did not call upon a single shred of Qi and blood in his Dantian.

He did not activate any spiritual energy light or shadow.

Su Chen merely raised his right arm.

"Hum—"

The air let out an unbearable low groan.

A violently pure will was instantly extracted from the depths of his Soul and materialized into a physical entity!

Starting from his knuckles, a mysterious black metallic luster spread like venom, climbing over his entire right fist in the blink of an eye and extending up to his forearm.

[Armament Haki: Hardening].

Like a heavy hammer forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron.

Su Chen exerted force from his waist, the power flowing down along his spine, all of it poured into his right fist.

Twisting his waist and thrusting his shoulder.

Facing the thirty-centimeter-thick alloy door known for its absolute defense.

A straight punch, without any bells and whistles, the purest of its kind, was fiercely unleashed!

"Rumble—!!!"

The moment the fist made contact with the door.

The entire underground air-raid shelter seemed to have experienced an magnitude 8 earthquake!

The intense vibration caused dust and gravel from the tunnel ceiling to fall continuously. The four guards were blown away by this terrifying power, crashing heavily into the wall and spraying blood.

Immediately after, a piercing sound of metal tearing was heard.

The heavy alloy door, weighing several tons and capable of withstanding rocket launcher attacks.

When faced with the unreasonable, extreme physical violence of Armament Haki, it was as fragile as tin foil!

Crack, crack—

With Su Chen's fist as the center, the hard alloy door panel instantly buckled severely inward, forming a huge, deep pit over a meter in diameter!

The spiritual energy array patterns engraved around the door collapsed and extinguished in an instant.

Subsequently, the four thick refined steel door hinges connecting it to the wall could no longer withstand this overwhelming force, all snapping simultaneously with a sound!

"Bang!"

The alloy door, weighing several tons, was blown clean off the door frame by this single punch!

The situation inside the door at this moment.

Inside the Blood Axe Gang's large underground casino, the lights were bright.

Over a hundred fully armed desperadoes were gathered in the hall. Some were cleaning blades, others were checking guns.

Beside the railing on the second floor, the gang leader "One-Eyed Blade" was puffing on a cigar, looking down at his subordinates below.

"The gunfire outside has stopped. I guess that kid has already been beaten into a pulp." A bald, burly man standing beside One-Eyed Blade said with a grin.

"Go, two of you, bring the corpse in. Find that high-grade Spiritual Artifact on him for me." One-Eyed Blade exhaled a puff of blue smoke, his eyes flashing with greed.

"Yes!"

After two gang members agreed, they turned and walked toward the alloy door.

Just as they had walked three steps.

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening roar came from the direction of the door!

Everyone felt the ground beneath their feet jump violently, shaking them until they were dizzy.

Before they could react to what had happened.

That thirty-centimeter-thick alloy blast door, which the Blood Axe Gang took pride in, was actually kicked in like a piece of scrap iron, flying through the doorway with a piercing whistle!

"Holy shit! The door flew in!"

"Dodge quickly!"

A shrill scream erupted from the crowd.

The multi-ton alloy door smashed into the center of the hall with unstoppable force! Two solid wood gambling tables along the way were instantly crushed into powder. The two gang members who were walking in front didn't even have time to scream before they were flattened underneath the door, instantly crushed into two unrecognizable puddles of bloody mush!

The door slid for over a dozen meters, broke a load-bearing column, and stopped amidst the ruins.

Everyone stared with wide eyes at the alloy door, which had a terrifying dent in the middle and was stained with their companions' blood; their brains had completely lost the ability to think.

"Woo— woo— woo—!"

The piercing red alarm sound echoed frantically in the hall.

Amidst the sky full of dust.

From the tunnel outside the door, a steady sound of footsteps approached.

Amidst everyone's terror.

A figure draped in a black cloak stepped slowly into the Blood Axe Gang's headquarters, treading over the broken door frame debris and gravel.

The lights in the hall shone on the Shura mask, making its ferocious, fanged appearance even more intense.

Beneath the mask, the scarlet Single Tomoe Sharingan emitted a bone-chilling blood-red glow in the dust.

He ignored the one or two hundred desperadoes around him holding guns and knives, nor did he look up at the stunned One-Eyed Blade on the second floor.

Su Chen brushed the alloy debris off his right fist, the mysterious black Haki slowly receding into his skin.

He raised his head and swept his gaze across the dead-silent hall.

A hoarse, cold voice, like a death sentence, drowned out the piercing alarm, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Checking the water meter."

Su Chen's gaze landed on One-Eyed Blade on the second floor, a cold smile curling beneath his mask.

"By the way, sending you all on your way."