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In the depths of the night, a brilliant white light flashed by, and Han Xuan danced like a midnight sprite, her Ring-Handled Saber ruthlessly reaping the lives of her foes. In the blink of an eye, two foul-mouthed Fifth-Level Warriors had their throats cut, yet she did not pause for a moment, continuing to pounce on another low-level fighter.
"This is bad, she's a high-level warrior!"
"Damn it, this woman is really tough..."
Exclamations of surprise erupted among the group that often ventured into the Northern Liang Mountain Range to hunt magical beasts. A few even felt a twinge of retreat, instinctively stepping back. Fortunately, the Eighth-Level Warrior who had spoken earlier seemed very interested in both Han Xuan and Han Cai'er. He attempted to gauge Han Xuan's level and, upon realizing she was one rank lower than him, his eyes gleamed with lustful intent as he slowly drew a longsword from his waist, clearly intending to engage Han Xuan.
Nearby, several sharp-eyed individuals noticed the Eighth-Level Warrior's movement and immediately halted their retreat. They turned their gazes toward Zhang Ren and Han Cai'er, silently thinking: 'We can't take her down, but surely we can handle this Fifth-Level Warrior and an ordinary person?'
Exchanging glances, these audacious individuals crept toward Zhang Ren, quickly forming a semicircle about five or six meters away from him and Han Cai'er, leering at Han Cai'er behind Zhang Ren.
'With so many people, let's go for it!'
Feeling Han Cai'er trembling in fear behind him, Zhang Ren made a swift decision. Grabbing the two M4A1 assault rifles left by Ye Huan, he pulled the triggers. As flames flickered from the muzzles, sixty rounds from both M4s struck the group of warriors ranging from Fourth to Sixth Level in an instant.
In just three seconds, several Fourth and Sixth Level warriors bore multiple bullet holes and were bleeding profusely. The Sixth-Level Warriors fared somewhat better; they could use Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy to heal their wounds and force the bullets out. However, the Fourth-Level Warriors and Fifth-Level Warriors lacked that ability; aside from those who died instantly, the rest endured excruciating pain from massive blood loss.
Only one individual was relatively fortunate; although he was also a Fifth-Level Warrior like Zhang Ren, his suspicion grew as he observed Zhang Ren's fearless demeanor. He had already moved aside before Zhang Ren opened fire.
As the gunfire ceased, this surviving Fifth-Level Warrior wore a face of confusion. He couldn't fathom how a fellow Fifth-Level Warrior like Zhang Ren had accomplished all this. Hesitating whether to continue attacking—after all, what Zhang Ren wielded was something he had never seen before...
Just as this warrior contemplated his next move, Zhang Ren had exhausted all the bullets in his M4A1 rifles. He then grabbed Han Cai'er's M4. This action was clearly seen by the lucky surviving Fifth-Level Warrior, who was so frightened that he turned to flee. The Sixth-Level Warriors who had managed to recover their wounds followed suit.
After they left, Zhang Ren wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and let out a sigh of relief. With Ye Huan absent from this place, he had no other means of defense besides those few dozen bullets.
Returning the M4A1 assault rifle to Han Cai'er’s hands, Zhang Ren took a few steps toward a fallen warrior to retrieve his longsword. Just then, a shadow suddenly darted past him towards Han Cai'er.
"Cai'er, watch out!"
From afar, seeing this scene unfold, Han Xuan shouted urgently.
Turning in surprise, by the time Zhang Ren reacted, Han Cai'er had already been seized by none other than the Eighth-Level Warrior who had fought with Han Xuan!
With the skills honed on the battlefield by the Han family, Han Xuan fought evenly against the Eighth-Level Warrior, whose speed was just enough to keep him alive. If it weren't for that speed, Han Xuan might have taken the Eighth-Level Warrior's life.
Frustrated by the stalemate, the Eighth-Level Warrior grew anxious. He had even witnessed Zhang Ren kill several lower-level warriors and scare off a few Sixth-Level Warriors. Seizing the moment when Zhang Ren went to pick up a sword, he approached Han Cai'er and captured her.
Perhaps feeling empowered by having Han Cai'er as leverage, the Eighth-Level Warrior sneered at the rapidly approaching Han Xuan and Zhang Ren. "Stop right there, or I'll kill this woman!" he threatened.
As he spoke, he tightened his grip around Han Cai'er’s neck, causing her face to turn pale. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't utter a word, as if any movement from Zhang Ren or Han Xuan would result in her demise.
"Don't do anything rash. We can discuss this..." Han Xuan glared at the Eighth-Level Warrior, wishing he could rush forward and kill him on the spot. However, for Han Cai'er’s safety, he had to restrain himself.
His eyes scanned Han Cai'er’s figure, and upon noticing her curvaceous body, the Eighth-Level Warrior's smirk transformed into a lewd grin. "Discuss? That could be arranged. How about you let me have some fun with your body?"
Hearing this made Han Xuan furious; his face flushed with anger as he cursed under his breath at the audacity of this man. He was at a loss for how to rescue Han Cai'er from the Eighth-Level Warrior's clutches.
Just as tensions escalated between the two sides, a series of screams and familiar gunfire echoed from afar…
"It's Ye Huan!"
Listening intently, both Han Xuan and Zhang Ren thought of this simultaneously. They had only seen guns in Ye Huan's hands before; they had never witnessed anyone else using them.
Recognizing that the sound resembled when Zhang Ren fired his M4A1 assault rifle, the Eighth-Level Warrior sensed something was amiss. His instinct was to retreat with Han Cai'er in tow. However, he stepped on an M4A1 that Zhang Ren had previously emptied of bullets and stumbled slightly, loosening his grip on Han Cai'er’s neck.
Before he could regain his balance, it felt as if something struck his head with a thunderous bang. Blood splattered everywhere as a large hole appeared in his face, exposing white brain matter…
"It must be Barrett! This is definitely the effect of Barrett!"
Watching in shock as the Eighth-Level Warrior slowly collapsed to the ground, Zhang Ren immediately thought of the Barrett that Ye Huan had used several times before. The power of that weapon was immense—so great that it was hard for him to forget after just one glance.
Unlike Zhang Ren, who was focused on the weapon's impact, Han Xuan's primary concern was for his sister, Han Cai'er. He rushed over to support her and gently asked, "Cai'er, are you okay?"
"I... I'm fine..." Han Cai'er bit her lip tightly; despite her young age, she had clearly been frightened. Her small face turned pale as she stared blankly ahead.
After what felt like an eternity of worry for her safety, Han Xuan noticed a flicker of life returning to Han Cai'er’s eyes. Her lips parted slightly as if she were witnessing something incredible.
Noticing Han Cai'er's actions, Han Xuan and Zhang Ren looked in the direction she was gazing, their expressions mirroring hers as they stood frozen in place.
Behind them, a massive fire had ignited, consuming many trees in its blaze. The bright flames illuminated the area, dispelling the darkness, while the ground was littered with corpses—at least Third-Rank Warriors, with many Sixth and Seventh Level Warriors among them.
Amidst the flickering flames, a man strode through the fire, clad in tactical digital camouflage gear. He wore tactical gloves and boots, and sunglasses adorned his face, exuding an aura of coolness that was undeniable.
With a Barrett rifle slung over his shoulder, the shock on Zhang Ren and the others coalesced into a single word: "Cool..."
One could only wonder who else could be this cool besides Ye Huan.
As he approached Zhang Ren and the others, Ye Huan lifted an Eighth-Level Warrior by the collar with his left hand, clad in black Blackhawk tactical gloves. After inspecting the wound on the Eighth-Level Warrior's head, Ye Huan concluded that even if the Barrett had hit him directly, death was inevitable.
"Ye Huan, where did you get that outfit?"
Zhang Ren was curious about Ye Huan's incredibly stylish camouflage gear. If he recalled correctly, Ye Huan had only purchased a standard warrior outfit when they passed through a nearby town.
In response to this question, Ye Huan chuckled and pulled out a 2012 Arms catalog. Flipping quickly to page nineteen, he placed it before Zhang Ren. The page clearly displayed the gear Ye Huan was currently wearing: tactical boots, a utility belt, tactical gloves, a tactical vest, and special forces digital camouflage uniform. At the bottom was a small note: "For Special Forces Use Only..."
Zhang Ren examined the items printed in the catalog and then glanced at Ye Huan's attire. Once his curiosity faded, he remembered another pressing question and cautiously asked, "Ye Huan, are you feeling alright?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ren along with Han Xuan and Han Cai'er shifted their gaze toward Ye Huan's lower body...
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