The believers of the Fist God burst into laughter, venting their dissatisfaction that they had chased the two degenerates for an entire night in the storm and suffered heavy losses.
Their mocking laughter made the mountain wind even colder. It also made Gus's seemingly weak body seem even smaller in the wind.
But some of the experienced teachers of the Iron Fist School noticed the weird weapons in Gus' hands and said solemnly, "The evil disciples are unpredictable. You'd better be careful!"
"What are you scared of? They are just repeating crossbows and steam guns!" someone immediately retorted.
Over the years, the order had collapsed, and monsters had risen everywhere. The loyal believers of the Fist God were no strangers to the methods of the mechanical demons and the steam demons.
Just last night, several of their companions were killed by Gus and Grey's crossbow bolts.
They knew the features of the weapons that stored power through machines very well.
With their methods, as long as they were prepared in advance, the repeating crossbows were not impossible to dodge.
Besides, no matter how powerful a weapon was, it depended on who was holding it. If Grey had been holding a repeating crossbow, it might have been intimidating, but as for Gus, hehe, a piece of garbage would always be a piece of garbage. Even if he was holding a crossbow and a steam gun, he was still a piece of garbage that posed no threat at all.
Thinking about that, Han Kou walked out of the crowd.
Through the hazy mist, he had already seen Grey, who was leaning against a crooked tree behind Gus.
Grey's face was pale. She looked like she was about to fall down. She looked exactly like the God's favored daughter in his memory who had trampled him under her feet, which made him feel so good about taking revenge.
Han Kou was going to tear Grey's useless brother in half right in front of her. Then, he would see if she could still put on the inviolable arrogance on her face.
When he pictured Grey crying on her brother's body and moaning in pain after being stepped on by him, Han Kou's cold smile became particularly cruel and hideous.
"He!"
Han Kou growled. His clothes were torn apart inch by inch, and his entire body swelled up. His skin had a bronze metallic texture, and his veins bulged. He looked like a dragon that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, coiling around his iron-like body.
Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!
The Fist God's believers all heard the rumbling of the ancient temple's bells.
It was the sound of Han Kou's raging bloodline slamming into his flesh and bones.
This voice caused the expressions of many Fist God believers to change.
"I didn't expect the Han Family's kid to have cultivated the ancestral 'Vajra Body Casting Art' to such a terrifying level!"
"The real 'Gold Bell Shield' is a defense layer that is as thick as a ten-thousand-kilogram bell on the surface of the body. It resonates with the internal organs, limbs, and bones in the Han family for hundreds of years. I didn't know that Han Kou was so terrifying. Unbelievable!"
"Han Kou is the real number one expert of our Red Gold Town's younger generation. Ge Lei is no match for him at all!"
Everyone exclaimed in surprise.
Seeing how powerful Han Kou was, they were all willing to give him the greatest credit. In the world of the God of Fist, the strong always had special privileges.
Without hesitation, Han Kou threw out a punch.
In a blink, sand and pebbles were blown away. The invisible bell around him seemed to have been pushed to Gus's head and pressed down like a mountain.
Everyone felt a sharp pain in their eardrums.
Their faces were stung by the wind created by the fist.
Without even looking, one could imagine the fate of the trash Guss. If he had a stronger physique, perhaps Han Kou would blast a bloody hole in his chest. If he had a weaker physique, he would be directly smashed into a meat patty. This was certain.
Someone wanted to remind Han Kou to withdraw ninety percent of his strength and send him back to the Fist God Palace to be burned alive.
But on second thought, their main target was Ge Lei. As for Gus, it didn't matter if he was dead or alive.
Being able to die under Han Kou's iron fist enhanced by the Gold Bell Shield was the Fist God's last gift to Gus.
When the ten-thousand-kilogram iron fist was about to hit —
Gus pulled the trigger first.
In reality, his body was too weak and small after all. It was difficult for him to control the fierce gun in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was not aimed at Han Kou.
It didn't matter. The "Thunderbolt III" anti-material assault rifle was equipped with identification rune arrays and biological scanning rune arrays. It could lock onto the enemy automatically and shoot accurately according to the enemy's heartbeat, body temperature, and vitality magnetic field.
The moment Gus pulled the trigger, the gun trembled slightly, and the muzzle locked onto Han Kou's chest.
A clip of anti-material bullets that contained multiple attack rune arrays flew out and collided with Han Kou's iron fist.
Han Kou didn't even have time to narrow his eyes.
His iron fist could blow up the skull of a single-horned boar, which was the hardest part of the battle boar.
He could also leave a clear fist mark on an iron door that was several inches thick. He could even dent the iron door.
He could even bend and break a sword that could cut through iron as if it were mud.
However, in the face of the destructive explosive bullets, he was still unable to resist at all.
The first bullet entered his fist through the gap between his knuckles.
Then, it entered his wrist from his fist.
The bones in his forearm were blasted apart and exploded at his elbow.
The freezing rune arrays inside the bullet first turned his entire arm into a popsicle. Every cell in his flesh and blood was frozen.
Then, the flame rune arrays released heat as hot as magma and burned the frozen cells into ashes.
The second bullet, the third bullet, the fourth bullet … The freezing and burning process repeated. In only 0.1 seconds, Han Kou's iron-like arm was blown into ashes.
It was as if a dimensional gate leading to hell had opened on the right side of Han Kou's body. It was also as if an invisible ferocious beast had opened its bloody mouth and swallowed his right arm.
Han Kou didn't even feel any pain.
The "Thunderbolt III" anti-material assault rifle automatically adjusted its muzzle and changed its target to the center of his eyebrows, his heart, and his abdomen.
The same nightmare played out again.
No matter how good Han Kou's Vajra Body Casting Regimen was, it was nothing in front of the cutting-edge Cultivation technology of the Xing Yao Federation.
The center of his eyebrows, mouth, throat, heart, and abdomen — the critical parts all over Han Kou's body were blossoming like flowers of death at the same time. His internal organs were frozen into blocks of ice before they were burnt into nothingness in the explosion of furious flames.
A clip of bullets was shot into the air.
The flames died out instantly.
The moment of brilliance seemed to have never appeared. It was just a fleeting illusion in front of everyone's eyes.
But Han Kou was gone.
To be more precise, Han Kou's head, body, arms, waist, and thighs were all gone.
Only his legs below his knees were left. They were trembling in a weird posture in front of Gus.
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