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Chapter 209: Seizing the Throne (Part Four)
The newcomer was an Eighth-Level Warrior. For a martial artist whose physical strength surpassed that of other professions, a bullet from an M60 machine gun would only create a small hole in their body, merely embedding itself into their skin. But what if ten bullets hit him? What about a hundred? Not to mention that Professionals had the weakness of their heads; within just twenty seconds, the first Eighth-Level Warrior to arrive had been turned into a sieve by Ye Huan's overwhelming number of bullets, making it difficult for him to even get back up.
Having dealt with the first one, before Ye Huan could tackle the second, a problem suddenly presented itself: after becoming a Cultivator, his Summoning Book had upgraded. Now, every time he dealt with the bullets carried by his firearms, he had to replace them with another set of bullets. If there were enough people around, firearms that could reload bullets would definitely have much greater sustained combat capability than those that couldn't. However, in the current situation where he faced many opponents alone, this issue left Ye Huan feeling quite troubled.
Frustrated by having squandered three or four hundred rounds of ammunition in such a short time, he tossed aside the M60 and summoned two more M60 machine guns, one in each hand. It felt just right and not at all burdensome; after all, his physique had become incredibly strong after merging with the abilities of a Cultivator.
Holding two M60 machine guns like a mobile artillery platform, as numerous Professionals rushed in from the palace, they were caught completely off guard and met the same fate as the first warrior—full of holes from head to toe. Whenever Ye Huan noticed that no one dared to approach him, he would occasionally hear the sound of M67 fragmentation grenades going off, causing these Professionals to suffer greatly.
"What the hell is this? Is it human or monster? How can it be so strong? Quick! Use ranged attacks! Get a mage over here!" A roar erupted from the crowd of Professionals. As Ye Huan advanced over two hundred meters during this time, one Professional finally couldn't hold back and shouted out loud enough for even Ye Huan to hear clearly.
A mage was an extremely powerful profession on the battlefield. The first time Ye Huan saw Weiyang cast Fourth-Level Mixed Magic at the border of Sky Star City, he realized that mages could unleash terrifying destructive power under certain specific conditions. However, due to their scarcity, Ye Huan had never really taken them seriously until now—this time was clearly different because Liu Ruyan and Ye Le were by his side!
Looking around and noticing a spacious hall nearby with its large doors open, Ye Huan quickly led Liu Ruyan and Ye Le inside and firmly shut the door behind them.
"Listen to me! I am Ye Huan. Don't ask me why I look like this; I can't explain it clearly right now. But you must know that I will never harm my family."
Leaning against the crimson wooden door without even taking a moment to rest, Ye Huan spoke to Liu Ruyan and Ye Le while summoning a Type 99 main battle tank. Unbeknownst to him, upon hearing his words, Liu Ruyan and Ye Le had already fallen into a daze. After all, in their understanding of the Nine Provinces Continent, no Professional had ever been able to change their appearance.
Perhaps they didn't believe what Ye Huan said or were simply curious about his white hair; at that moment, mischievous Ye Le even tugged at Ye Huan's snowy long hair. The sudden pain made Ye Huan grimace as he swiftly picked up Ye Le and stuffed him into the Type 99 main battle tank.
Having dealt with Ye Le, Ye Huan naturally could not be so rude to Liu Ruyan. Instead, he gently urged her, "Mother, you should go inside."
"Is that really you, Ye Huan?"
With a look of disbelief, Liu Ruyan was completely unaware of the impending danger. This forced Ye Huan to first place the unconscious Ye Tian into the Type 99 main battle tank before turning to Liu Ruyan again. "Mother, please go in first. I will talk to you in a moment."
Her smooth, unwrinkled face still bore deep confusion and doubt. However, seeing Ye Huan's anxious expression made Liu Ruyan realize he was not joking. She complied with his request and entered the Type 99 main battle tank.
After hurriedly closing the hatch of the tank, Ye Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down heavily on the ground. He summoned a Barrett sniper rifle, intending to snipe the mages outside. Otherwise, if a Ninth-Level Mage unleashed area-of-effect magic, it would be just like the scene when Ye Huan and Zhang Ren wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Prison; even the tank's thick steel plating would not withstand the power of such magic.
Once he had rested enough, gripping the Barrett tightly, Ye Huan quickly searched for a sniping point in the room. After surveying his surroundings, his gaze soon settled on a window.
Unlike windows in the Twenty-First Century, those in Jiuzhou were almost entirely made of wood. As for plastic or steel glass? That was simply a dream; it would never appear in Jiuzhou. Instead of plastic glass, there was a type of paper—pulp paper.
Similar to the paste used in ordinary homes, this pulp paper was made by boiling wood into pulp and then applying it bit by bit onto wooden window frames. Once dried by the wind, it naturally became pulp paper. It looked fragile but was actually sturdier than anything else.
Like a protagonist from an action film set in an island nation, Ye Huan approached the window and moistened his fingers with saliva before slowly reaching for the pulp paper on the window. He smeared his saliva across its surface until water stains appeared.
With a forceful poke, a small hole about the size of his index finger suddenly appeared in the pulp paper. After some effort to enlarge it, he managed to create a hole with a diameter of around three centimeters.
Resting the Barrett sniper rifle against his chest and using the scope through the small hole, Ye Huan quickly saw that outside, countless professionals had surrounded the palace tightly—there must have been at least three hundred people.
Carefully observing nearly a hundred individuals directly in front of him, he quickly locked onto four or five men dressed in mage robes. The lowest-ranked among them was merely a Third-Rank Mage, while the highest-ranked were two Ninth-Level Mages. This immediately made Ye Huan feel that things were getting tricky.
After extensive experience with firearms, Ye Huan was confident he could take out one of the Ninth-Level Mages with certainty. However, if he fired his weapon and those mages took cover in corners where he couldn't see them afterward, he would be at a loss.
Just as Ye Huan was torn over which mage to target first, he noticed through his scope that outside the palace, both Ninth-Level Mages simultaneously waved their wands without even giving him time to summon his Barrett.
"Damn it, here we go. Whoever I kill is just unlucky..."
Muttering to himself as he made up his mind, Ye Huan locked onto an outside target—a Ninth-Level Mage—through the scope and quickly pulled the trigger of the Barrett.
With the deafening sound of the Barrett Sniper Rifle echoing, a bullet accurately struck its target, splattering a burst of white brain matter in the scope's view, streaked with blood, looking vividly like tofu pudding mixed with a lot of chili oil.
After the Ninth-Level Mage fell, another Ninth-Level Mage was startled, abandoning the massive Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy he had gathered for his spell, and directly hid behind a group of lower-level Professionals, even tucking his feet away, leaving Ye Huan no chance whatsoever.
Had he known this would happen, Ye Huan had already prepared to drive a military Hummer out to make the kill. Just as he was about to retract the Barrett Sniper Rifle, he clearly spotted the hiding place of that Ninth-Level Mage through the scope. Of all places to hide, he chose to cower behind a group of low-level Professionals—wasn't this a golden opportunity?
Putting away the Barrett Sniper Rifle, he summoned the RPG Rocket Launcher and aimed at that position through a small hole in the window. With a loud bang, the window was blown aside by the rocket launched from the RPG.
Faster than a Cultivator's Flying Sword and more dazzling than a meteor in the night sky, trailing a long tail, the rocket struck its target without needing even a blink. It exploded among those lower-level Professionals.
It was like popcorn popping in a pot; four or five bodies flew out simultaneously. Ye Huan then saw that as these lower-level Professionals were blasted away, a robed mage suddenly appeared in his line of sight—wasn't it that earlier Ninth-Level Mage?
With a grin, Ye Huan couldn't help but think how lucky he was. After reloading another rocket, he fired again. The mage didn't even have time to struggle before meeting a grim fate at Ye Huan's hands. It all happened within just twenty seconds. If it weren't for Ye Huan's speed, that Ninth-Level Mage would have had enough time to cast defensive spells after reciting lengthy incantations. At that point, not even an RPG Rocket Launcher would be effective—perhaps even Hellfire Rockets from an Apache Attack Helicopter would be useless...
Feeling fortunate, before Ye Huan could plan to deal with more low-level mages, chaos suddenly erupted outside the palace. After several of Ye Huan's attacks, those with some insight realized that such methods were clearly not typical for ordinary Professionals. In the Nine Provinces Continent, only one person could execute such special techniques—Ye Huan!
Understanding their disparity in strength, how could these Professionals possibly stay any longer? Ye Huan didn't expect that once many Professionals recognized his identity, they would instinctively scatter like birds and beasts fleeing in all directions...
"Durei IV, oh Durei IV, I can't believe you're my master! Look at what kind of people you've trained."
Muttering under his breath after most Professionals had left the vicinity of the palace, Ye Huan snapped his fingers sharply. Instantly, the Type 99 main battle tank inside the palace transformed into strands of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and returned to his Summoning Book, exposing Liu Ruyan and others to the air.
Looking around in surprise, Liu Ruyan held the unconscious Ye Tian and quickly realized that the crisis had been resolved. She then turned her beautiful eyes back to Ye Huan and asked once again a question that left him speechless: "Are you really Ye Huan?"
"Mother, I am really Ye Huan. Never mind, let's talk as we walk..."
Liu Ruyan responded and lifted Ye Tian onto her back. They quickly left the palace where Ye Huan had just fought and headed towards Zhao Ziyu's chamber. Along the way, Ye Huan did not forget to explain in detail to Liu Ruyan why he had ended up like this.
Ye Huan couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but when he mentioned that he had rushed to participate in the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage out of anger over Red Face, Liu Ruyan clearly showed a hint of a smile, as if she approved of Ye Huan's actions. This made Ye Huan wonder if Zhao Ziyu had somehow influenced Liu Ruyan.
After explaining everything bit by bit, Ye Huan finally mustered the courage to ask Liu Ruyan the question that had been weighing on his mind. "Mother, what about my father..."
"What about him?"
The smile that had graced her face vanished instantly, replaced by a shadow of gloom. After a long hesitation, Liu Ruyan spoke. "According to what I heard by chance from Durei IV, your father was poisoned during a struggle with the previous leader of Dragon Hall. The specifics... only Durei IV or your father himself upon awakening can clarify that..."
'Durei IV? How can I ask him when he's already gone to hell?'
Feeling frustrated, Ye Huan regretted killing Durei IV back then. After all, with Ye Tian in his current state, it seemed impossible for him to provide any answers.
After pondering for a while, he suddenly remembered someone—Ye Luo. Ever since a large amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy disappeared from within him, Ye Luo had never left Sky Star City!
Determined to inquire about this matter thoroughly once he returned, Ye Huan lifted his head and happened to see a beautiful woman looking at him with tear-filled eyes. Startled, he hurriedly asked, "Zhao Ziyu, why are you crying?!"
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