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Chapter 151: Zhan Tianyue (Part Seven)
A hundred Professionals—neither too many nor too few. However, to Jin Zhengyang, a mere second-level mage, the Professionals from Goryeo seemed like formidable masters, each above level five. They could traverse walls and rooftops as easily as drinking water, so how could they possibly be outmatched by Ye Huan's subordinates from Dragon Hall?
With a cold smirk, Jin Zhengyang seemed to forget who had given him one surprise after another, who had shattered his hopes time and again.
As he watched over a hundred steeds carrying a hundred Professionals approach, Ye Huan decided to exert pressure on the Goryeo soldiers. He grabbed the bald-headed fourth-level warrior Yang Guangyao as if he were lifting a chick and asked him, "Guangyao, do you want to become a national hero, Glorious Ancestor?"
Yang Guangyao didn't quite grasp what was happening at first, but upon hearing the words "Glorious Ancestor," he nodded eagerly without hesitation. With his bald head, he stood out even more.
Unaware of the significance of his nod, Yang Guangyao continued to chatter, "Young Master! You don’t know this, but my family was once a renowned clan in Huaxia. After we fell from grace, I was born, and my father named me Guangyao, hoping that I could be a Glorious Ancestor in this lifetime..."
Not interested in Yang Guangyao's rambling, Ye Huan waved his hand and summoned a Gatling gun on the walls of Tianyue City. The six menacing barrels were perfectly aimed at the hundreds of Goryeo Professionals charging below.
After flipping the power switch on the Gatling gun and testing the grip while feeling confident that being a Cultivator with a full box of ammunition wouldn’t pose any major issues, Ye Huan interrupted Yang Guangyao's speech. Pointing at the Gatling gun, he said, "Yang Guangyao, you know how to use this thing, right? Take out every single one down there, and I guarantee you'll be a Glorious Ancestor by tomorrow!"
"Really?!"
Peering down at the approaching figures without understanding who they were, Yang Guangyao hesitated. This earned him a sharp knock on the head from Ye Huan that rang loudly and made him wince in pain. He quickly placed both hands on the grip and aimed the Gatling gun at the hundreds of Professionals below. Meanwhile, Ye Huan appeared relaxed as he organized other members of Dragon Hall to mimic the defensive stances of the Koryo Soldiers on the wall. However, while those soldiers used shields made of bronze and iron for defense, Ye Huan's team wielded high-quality transparent polycarbonate riot shields—clearly superior at first glance.
Under the heavy protection of the members of Dragon Hall, Yang Guangyao slowly pressed the button on the grip, causing the Gatling gun to begin its slow, deep rumble as it rotated. At that moment, the hundreds of Professionals from Goryeo were less than eighty meters away from the city wall!
The six barrels gradually picked up speed. The Professionals from Goryeo seemed to notice the situation on the wall and hastened their pace. Those with slightly higher abilities even dismounted their horses and charged forward on foot, quickly reaching the base of the wall. However, this was just the beginning of their nightmare!
Suddenly, after spinning at high speed, the Gatling gun fired its first bullet. Flames erupted as bullets sprayed out, and the rapid-fire sound was so overwhelming that it was impossible to count how many rounds were fired in just one second. The only way to gauge the power of this nickname "God of Fire" was by observing the numerous small craters that appeared on the ground below the wall, kicked up by bullets. The number continued to rise; within a minute, there were already thousands, devastating this area beneath Tianyue City beyond recognition.
As for those Professionals from Goryeo below, they bore the brunt of it. In just one minute, alongside thousands of new craters on the ground, many of these hundred Professionals had numerous holes in their bodies. Some were even hit multiple times in the same spot, resulting in their bodies being torn apart…
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat…
After just one minute of continuous fire from Yang Guangyao, those hundred Professionals from Goryeo, who were already at a disadvantage, suffered heavy casualties—dead or wounded—losing their combat effectiveness. Yet Yang Guangyao showed no signs of stopping; he kept shaking the Gatling gun while shouting angrily, “I am Yang Guangyao! My young master said that as long as I kill you all, I can become Glorious Ancestor tomorrow!”
Hearing Yang Guangyao's incessant use of "I" in a boastful manner that he must have picked up somewhere, Ye Huan couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation. Just as he was about to suggest that Yang Guangyao stop, a stray bullet from the Gatling gun struck a Military Hummer parked over a hundred meters away from the wall…
Bang bang bang bang bang…
The bullets collided with the surface of the Military Hummer, producing a series of sharp sounds as holes quickly opened up in its exterior, exposing parts like the engine inside. Boom!
Somewhere on that Military Hummer, unable to withstand the relentless assault from the Gatling gun, it ultimately succumbed to its injuries and exploded in a burst of flames.
At this point, without Ye Huan needing to say anything further, Yang Guangyao realized he could not continue any longer. He sheepishly glanced at Ye Huan, completely unaware that in just that brief moment he had already killed over a hundred level-five or higher Professionals from Goryeo. He cautiously asked Ye Huan, “Young Master, can I become Glorious Ancestor tomorrow?”
Glorious Ancestor…
Ye Huan dared to say that once the battle in Tianyue City concluded, his name, Yang Guangyao, would likely spread across the entire realm just like Ye Huan's.
Ignoring the bald man who was solely focused on the Glorious Ancestor, Ye Huan turned his gaze once more to Jin Zhengyang, the prince of Goryeo. What he saw next was quite amusing.
As a prince, one would expect him to carry the demeanor of royalty wherever he went. Just like Xuan Ziming, the Sovereign of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, who always had a group of skilled warriors by his side and could remain composed even in chaotic situations. But what about Jin Zhengyang? Forget about possessing the qualities of a future ruler; at this moment, upon witnessing that nearly all the experts from Goryeo had been defeated by someone claiming to be Yang Guangyao, his face turned pale with fear, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. When he caught Ye Huan's gaze, he nearly collapsed onto the cold ground, nervously saying, "What do you want? I tell you, my Goryeo's army of two hundred thousand is on its way. You mustn't act recklessly!"
Just as Jin Zhengyang had said, no sooner had he finished speaking than a massive flag appeared on the road where the Goryeo professionals had come from. The emblem was strikingly clear: it depicted a ferocious Hellhound, a Ninth-Level Beast!
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