CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: CLIFF

Accompanied by the loud clashing of metal, the great sword landed on the Corpse Demon’s forehead, but apart from a string of sparks, it had no effect.

"Ahhhh!!"

Nuoshan roared, just about to make a move, when the Corpse Demon’s body slightly bent, and with a sharp tearing sound of the air, a pair of sharp, elongated claws pierced directly through Nuoshan’s chest.

Even so, knowing he was close to death, Nuoshan erupted with amazing life energy at this moment. Despite being hoisted in mid-air by the Corpse Demon’s single hand, the great sword in his hand slashed wildly like a windmill, producing countless metallic clashing sounds.

In the end, the great sword broke, and apart from dropping a bit of bone chips, the Corpse Demon was not harmed at all.

Nuoshan died of exhaustion, having exerted all his strength within the outburst of the Secret Technique, with no life left, his head hung low, the broken sword fell to the ground, drenched in blood.

From a distance, Lu Ren, who could vaguely see this scene, glanced indifferently and then paid no more attention. No matter how tragic the situation was, it could not conceal the consequences of that damned guy attacking him.

Conversely, if it weren’t for the current presence of the Corpse Demon, such a heartening event would have made him laugh out loud.

Holding the reins, Rita watched all this with complicated eyes, the scene just now happened in an instant.

This series of actions exceeded his expectations, giving him no time to react, and by the time he came back to his senses, Nuoshan was already dead of exhaustion.

When passing by Rita, Lu Ren glanced at him and didn’t pause at all, using the footwork of the Phoenix Falcon Fist to control himself, putting himself in a full sprint state.

With huge strides, he truly flew like the wind, passing in a flash.

Even if Bolt stood beside Lu Ren, he couldn’t match him.

After his physical condition surpassed that of ordinary people by several folds, the sense of agility and power displayed with every gesture would certainly astound common people.

Even so, the speed of the Corpse Demon behind Lu Ren was still much faster.

As for Rita in the middle of the road, he didn’t even have time to react before being smashed into two pieces by the Corpse Demon’s claws.

Mad, what grudge or hatred does it have, always chasing me!

Lu Ren cursed silently in his heart, his face stern, as he drew his pistols and fired back without looking.

Bang Bang!

Two shots in succession.

The Corpse Demon’s scarlet eyes gleamed; it dodged the first shot instantly, almost as if it collided with the second shot itself. The massive bullet’s kinetic energy stopped its figure, exploding a large hole in its chest at the same time.

One shot blocked and one shot hit!

The gun technique, turned into skill, gave Lu Ren a high understanding of firearm trajectory accuracy.

The body that seemed to have steel bones appeared inadequate under the modern specially manufactured gunpowder kinetic weapons, especially with the heavy pistols and specially made bullets specifically designed for Martial Arts Family members with strong physical attributes, making the power even stronger.

It’s not that Nuoshan was too weak with his sword before, but because the pistols in Lu Ren’s hands could rightfully be called hand cannons, with bullet speed faster than rifles and power comparable to sniper rifles.

The recoil was considerable, but with Lu Ren’s physique, it was easily managed.

Is Science and Martial Arts truly the way?

Unable to help himself from a silent complaint, Lu Ren grinned slightly.

"Ding, you caused critical damage to the Corpse Demon using the Hongxing 21 Heavy Pistol, your gun skill increased by 30."

It seems I need to find time to calmly learn about these modern weapons.

In his thoughts, the Corpse Demon was already on the move again.

And in just under ten seconds, Lu Ren had already widened the distance from the Corpse Demon.

It seems that the shot made the Corpse Demon even more vengeful, chasing him down with increased speed.

"Ding, Slippery Gourd Corpse Demon wants to challenge you to swordplay quickly!"

Fuck you!! If you have the ability, go to Chentai City and duel with that Black-clothed Envoy Luo Tiancheng!

Lu Ren cursed angrily in his heart, his expression becoming more stern, as he stepped forward, stepping on a rock and leaping high, twisting his body with force, and pulling the trigger five times in a continuous manner.

Three shots locked the Corpse Demon’s path, two shots hit the Corpse Demon.

With the system notification in his mind showing increased skill level from critical hits, Lu Ren ejected the magazine and replaced it with a new one from his backpack.

This kind of heavy pistol has a large caliber, and the bullets loaded are also large. No matter how they are designed, they can only hold up to seven rounds.

And the bullets are not many; armor-piercing bullets and explosive incendiary bullets, roughly estimated, are less than forty rounds, with half the bullets not loaded in magazines yet.

They can only be used sparingly, using as little as necessary at crucial moments.

Lu Ren turned his foot, adjusted his body, and fluttered his arms like wings, veering directly into the woods.

In the dense forest, the body technique from the Phoenix Falcon Fist would be the most advantageous.

His steps were light, the exertion between his thighs, calves, and toes forming a whole. As he darted among the treetops, the strong recoil directly broke the branches as thick as his wrists and allowed his body to shoot forward at extreme speed.

Wherever he went, as long as he stepped on those wrist-thick branches, they would be trampled, sending foliage flying.

The tall Corpse Demon left a swath of towering trees toppled in its path, and the places its sharp nails slashed through were as if cutting through tofu.

One man, one demon, one fleeing, one chasing.

Every time the Corpse Demon was about to get close, Lu Ren fired two consecutive shots, making the Corpse Demon have nowhere to evade and forcing it to bear the brunt, the bullet’s strong kinetic energy halting its steps.

Taking this chance, Lu Ren sprinted forward swiftly, quickly widening the gap with the Corpse Demon.

In such a repeated cycle, for a full three hours, maintaining a frantic sprint for three hours straight, Lu Ren’s chest heaved rapidly like a bellows, his breathing labored like an Old Niu.

This cannot go on, I will die of exhaustion! The ammunition is also running low.

Lu Ren’s eyes flickered as he surveyed the surroundings, realizing without awareness that he was heading towards the mountainside of a majestic mountain, finally staggering to a cliff’s edge at the mountain’s waist.

He simply reholstered the pistols at his leg holsters and grabbed an empty magazine, pressing the bullets in one by one.

Arriving at the cliff, Lu Ren barely finished loading the bullets, leaving him with fourteen rounds, just enough for two magazines, plus three reserve bullets in each pistol.

Twenty rounds in total.

That’s still quite sparing.

Cautiously standing not far from the edge of the cliff, Lu Ren squinted at the stopped Corpse Demon. Behind him was a roaring, tumbling river.

Clearly, he realized there was no way out from here, and Lu Ren had become a turtle in a jar.

Watching as the Corpse Demon slowly sauntered over, its face full of anger turned into a kind of cat-and-mouse playful expression, Lu Ren felt an urge to curse out loud.

"Why do you only chase me?"

Convinced of Lu Ren’s certain death, the Corpse Demon was clearly in a good mood, its voice low and, under the surge of surrounding Evil Qi, giving Lu Ren a chilling feeling.

"Blasphemer, must die."

The reason given by the Corpse Demon almost made Lu Ren feel absurdly laughable, yet it was expected.

These so-called ’gods’ absolutely cannot be judged by human concepts.