The storm of death was like a thunder in a summer afternoon. It came too suddenly.
The devout believers of the Fist God could not accept such a horrible picture for a moment. They all maintained a weird stiffness, like weird statues.
Even their facial features and facial muscles were not prepared. They still maintained the contempt and excitement just now, but they felt that something was wrong. Confusion seeped out of every pore and condensed into clouds of fog before their eyes.
In the fog, Gus's body was somewhat erratic, like a demon that had crawled out of hell.
Gus was as confused as they were.
He looked at the two meat pillars that only had legs left. He did not know if he should continue to call them Han Kou. Then, he looked at the Thunderbolt 3 in his arms.
The recoil of ice and fire made his limbs numb. The numbness that felt like the tip of a needle made the uncanny dream and reality gradually merge.
I did this.
This is my strength.
I killed Han Kou, the Han Kou who was as famous as my sister in town!
Gus grinned as happily as the demon.
In a breath, naturally, the Thunderbolt 3 anti-material assault rifle was aimed at the second target, Zhou Yan, who was behind Han Kou.
Zhou Yan was not scared at all.
It was because he had been immersed in the belief that the Fist God was invincible since he was a child.
His logical thinking mode, which was extremely devout, did not have the ability to let him think about what had just happened.
Therefore, Zhou Yan simply forgot what had just happened.
It was fine to say that he was deceiving himself or that he was determined. In short, he regarded everything that had just happened as some kind of smokescreen, the demon's illusion, and the Fist God's test.
As long as he was unwavering and fearless and threw the strongest punch at the enemy …
Then, the supreme, invincible, and unique Fist God would definitely bless him, protect him, and even descend on him, right?
Zhou Yan thought as he leaped high at Gus.
Twenty years of hard training. From the time he swayed with the sandbag when he was just learning to speak, to the time when he gritted his teeth and trained hard when others were playing. From the ardent expectations of his parents to the solemn gaze of the towering statue of the Fist God in the Fist God Palace, the memories of the past seemed to have turned into a brand-new power that poured into every strand of his meridian, every blood vessel, every muscle, and every cell.
"Fist God, help me!"
He roared and felt that something that had been dormant in his body for a long time had awakened.
In the blink of an eye, countless amazing techniques and skills appeared in his mind. He felt as if he was suddenly enlightened, as if he had been reborn and surpassed his peak.
"A breakthrough in battle!"
Everyone saw the fierce battle flames surging out of Zhou Yan's body.
It was as if the Fist God's blessing had transformed into a magnificent armor that wrapped around his body.
This was a sign that he had comprehended the supreme mystery of the fist arts and had broken through to a whole new realm.
No one would have thought that Zhou Yan, this normally down-to-earth and thus somewhat unknown youth, would actually erupt with such great power under the stimulation of the Devil Apostles, relying on his own piety and tenacity.
In an instant, everyone's state of mind suddenly reversed. The scene of Han Kou being beaten to death by Gus was forcibly forgotten, replaced by Zhou Yan's dazzling radiance.
Under the radiance of this magnificent and dignified sun, all demons and evil spirits would be turned into dust, and all demons and monsters would be annihilated, right?
Shock and joy appeared on everyone's faces.
Then, they watched the pious young man, who had made a breakthrough in midair and shone brilliantly, being shot in half at the waist by Gus' bullets with admiration, praise, and joy in their eyes.
"Pata!"
Zhou Yan, who had been cut in half, fell to the ground heavily like two lumps of rotten meat.
Yes, the Fist God had indeed blessed him and made him make a breakthrough in battle. He now had a more domineering protective spiritual qi and a tougher body of flesh and blood.
That was why Zhou Yan wasn't blasted into pieces like Han Kou.
Although most of his internal organs had been blown away, the parts above his chest and below his pelvis were still intact.
His flesh that had been frozen and then burnt was temporarily sealed. His blood did not gush out crazily. He was still conscious for half a minute, enough for him to lower his head and look at his miserable body.
Zhou Yan's eyes were frozen, and his expression was dull. A mask of confusion seemed to have been condensed on his face, and even the most intense pain could not break the mask.
Behind the mask, the devout young man repeated, "Fist God, help me … Fist God, help me … Fist God, help me … Fist God, help me … Fist God …"
His voice was getting weaker and weaker, until he could not utter a complete syllable at all. He could only open and close his mouth helplessly like a fish that had been thrown to the shore, spitting out bloody bubbles until the scythe of the God of Death harvested his devout and confused soul.
The miserable deaths of the two pursuers in a row shattered the shell of self-deception that most people had been deceiving themselves with. The shock and fear that they should have had finally surfaced on their desperate faces. They looked at the 'garbage' of the past with shivering eyes, as if they were staring at a real devil.
Finally, someone let out a scream. The scream was like the opening of a floodgate. Soon, seven or eight pursuers let out hysterical screams. Their strength seemed to leak out along with their screams, so much so that their legs could not even support their bodies. They either fell to the ground in a crooked manner or rolled and crawled backward.
"Devil!"
"What kind of strength is this?"
"How can the mechanical demons and the steam devils boast such terrifying strength?"
"Fist God above, oh Fist God —"
They were in a mess, crying and screaming.
At this moment, it was time for the ascetics in the team to show off.
Different from the regular boxers, the ascetics were all people who made a vow to dedicate their lives and souls to the Fist God, giving up everything to devote to the iron fist.
After making the vow, they had to accept the harsh test of the Fist God Temple. Usually, they had to meditate for ten days and ten nights under the impact of a waterfall. They also had to survive in the depths of the forest alone for a year and a half without any tools. Sometimes, they had to cross the boundless desert with heavy chains all over their bodies.
Only those who could pass such a test were qualified to enter the Fist God Temple, where they could practice the most profound fist arts and become a deacon of the Fist God Temple, a priest, or even a high priest of a higher level.
Compared to the regular boxers, the ascetics loved pain and were not afraid of death. Their faith in the Fist God was as strong as iron, and they would never be bewitched by any tricks of the devil.
Even though such an absurd scene had occurred, the ascetics could still hypnotize themselves and even strengthen their crystal-clear and indestructible faith.
"The devil is powerful. Form the formation and subdue it!"
The dozen ascetics roared, and their arms suddenly expanded, emitting a metal-like glow. Then, their iron fists intertwined and collided fiercely, making the sound of swords clashing.
The sound waves turned into an invisible cage, and the ascetics surrounded Gus. Their faith was like a mountain, and their will to fight was like a tide. They bombarded Gus with everything they had.
Gus blinked.
He threw away the Thunderbolt 3 anti-materiel assault rifle and picked up the Black Tide triple-headed heavy Vulcan cannon.
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