Returning to the Mysterious Era-Chapter 340 - Secret Technique, Roaring Sonic Gun!

Cassius didn’t interfere much in the battlefield between the Ace of Spades organization and Duststorm. He only casually helped deal with a few people. The rest could be left to the gunmen from the antiques department and assassination department behind him.

After all, he had already pulled out all the fangs of the venomous snake called Duststorm. If the Ace of Spades organization couldn't even handle this, they might as well disband.

Tap.

Black boots crushed the rubble on the street as a figure walked into Shuiyun Hall. He seemed quite leisurely, as if he was not touring a battlefield filled with bullets.

The man wore a black trench coat, his tall and slender figure outlined by the breeze. He had a few pebbles in his right hand. His fingertips slowly shaped the stones into sharp points. Stone powder drifted out slowly like flowing sand from between his fingers.

The various passages of Shuiyun Hall crisscrossed as the thin mist dispersed and morning light enveloped the area. Some gunmen originally stationed as guards began to move, rushing out of the hall in twos and threes.

"Who are you!"

"No distinctive clothing or emblem. He's an enemy!"

"Take him down!"

Four gunmen stopped at the entrance of the alley, watching as a figure with brilliant golden hair walked slowly toward them from the sunlit end of the passage. They were about to pull the trigger when they saw the figure lightly wave his right hand. Their thoughts and expressions froze as their entire bodies became as rigid as wooden figures.

Drops of hot blood dripped down their chins. The trail of the blood led upward, past the corners of their mouths, the wings of their noses, the eye sockets, until it finally reached the bleeding wound. A hole the size of an eyeball was perfectly centered on their foreheads. One could even see the wall behind them through the hole. They had been pierced through completely.

There were also dark holes on the wall, each containing a half-shattered stone, stained red and white.

Cassius had used two simple things. Stones and his fingers. He had effortlessly achieved the power that only bullets could reach. Killing ordinary humans was as easy as eating and drinking. At his level and with his physique, anything could be used as a weapon. More specifically, anything could kill.

Even a handful of water, if propelled with immense force, could kill a person outright. So Cassius maintained a playful attitude toward these ordinary gunmen from beginning to end. The earlier Dead Blood had at least piqued his interest enough to experiment with Reverberating Force. But Cassius had lost all interest in these lower-ranked Duststorm members.

He walked right past the four motionless human statues. He casually snagged a gun from one guard’s hand and pinched it. The black firearm instantly disassembled into a pile of parts. Another pinch, and only a row of bullets remained in his palm.

They were brass-colored, conical, and about the size of a little finger.

A handgun? Naturally, he'd fire it with his hand! Cassius was quite certain that his "handgun" was more powerful than the original firearm. These gunmen from Duststorm were in for a treat.

Half a minute later, he walked into Shuiyun Hall's parking lot. It was an open area, with concrete roads crisscrossing the meadow.

Whoosh!

The sound of a bullet tearing through the air whistled past his ears. A gunman rushing to provide support halted abruptly, eyes wide as his right cheek was splattered with blood. He turned stiffly to see his companion collapsing to the ground with half of his skull blown open, revealing the red and white within.

"Not good! There's an enemy sniper!!!" He jerked his head, staring out over the green meadow.

Groups of gunmen appeared in twos and threes on the paths extending from the buildings, all wearing Duststorm attire. Armed with guns, they moved swiftly, exuding a cold and stern aura.

Shing!

A sprinting gunman suddenly fell headfirst to the ground.

Bang!

His partner turned, raising his gun. But a muffled sound came from his chest and a blood-red rose blossomed as he sidestepped.

Shing, shing, shing...

The sound of bullets whistling through the air was continuous as gunmen sprinting across the meadow kept falling. Some were hit in the eye, some in the heart, some in the temples, and some in the skull. Bodies piled up as if slain by an invisible demon, reaped effortlessly by the scythe of death.

Blood gushed out, instantly staining the meadow red.

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"Run!"

"Find cover!"

"Don't stay in the open!"

The gunmen scattered in all directions, trying to escape the open area. However, every gunman was found by death. The faster they ran, the quicker they died.

By a streetlamp, the gunman whose companion had just died was almost paralyzed with fear at the scene before him. He suddenly heard footsteps approaching from his rear and turned woodenly to look. A man in a trench coat was walking slowly toward him on another concrete path two meters away.

His left hand was in his pocket, and his right hand was holding something. He had tied his brilliant golden hair behind him and he gave off a lazy demeanor.

His right thumb would flick lightly, like he was tossing a coin, with each step he took. However, the man didn’t seem to be holding coins.

Instead... it was the sheen of bullets! Moreover, after the bullets were tossed into the air, they didn't fall back down but vanished instantly.

Where did they go?

Whoosh!

A gunman on the concrete path to the left collapsed. So... there they were.

Tap.

The trench-coated man suddenly stopped when he reached the gunman's side. The entire meadow was silent, with over twenty bodies lying on it. The winding blood was forming eerie patterns on the ground.

The gunman tried to raise his handgun but for some reason, his trembling arm had lost all strength. He didn't even have the courage to aim the gun at the enemy, let alone pull the trigger!

Two meters away, the trench-coated man suddenly looked over, holding a row of brass-colored bullets between two fingers in front of him for the gunman to see. "There are four left. How about I give them all to you..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four muffled sounds overlapped simultaneously. The last gunman was pushed back five or six steps by the force of the bullets, stumbling before falling flat on his back.

One in the forehead, one in the Adam's apple, one in the chest, and one in the navel. A perfect blood-red line divided his body.

A few seconds later, a figure in a suit emerged from the buildings. He leaned on a cane, but he maintained an elegant posture.

He stopped, gazing at the corpses scattered across his field of vision. His eyebrow arched slightly in interest. His eyes quickly fell on the golden-haired youth standing among the corpses. The youth also looked over, a faint smile on his lips, as if seeing an old acquaintance.

At that moment, their eyes met across a distance of over fifty meters. The hems of their garments swayed gently in the breeze.

"Interesting... truly interesting!" Adam squinted slightly, smiling. He could sense the surging vitality of the youth, even though it was restrained. It was a strong aura, but it had an enticing aroma. Adam hadn't expected to encounter such a delicacy shortly after waking from a twenty year nap. Though he looked calm, he was feeling the stirrings of greed, like an alcoholic imprisoned for twenty years suddenly presented with fine wine.

Adam was already pondering how many times it would take to consume the youth in his entirety. Or perhaps, he could use him as his new vessel?

"Hehehe, an unexpected delight..." He raised his cane.

Suddenly, the golden-haired youth opposite said something puzzling, "Long time no see."

Adam looked over, confused. "What?"

"Heh..." The youth chuckled, and the left half of his body suddenly emitted steam like a boiling furnace. It was scarlet and as viscous as a gush of fresh blood. The blood-red mist swirled into a vortex. A scaly claw suddenly emerged from the vortex and gripped the youth's left shoulder, followed by a sinister body. It was a Blood Vulture, slowly spreading its wings that blotted out the sky.

"Interesting... a human combat artist..." Adams’ eyebrows twitched as he solemnly lowered his cane.

"I said... long time no see, Adam. I recall the last time you were beaten into a pulp and finally turned to ash..."

The golden-haired youth slowly extended his right hand, and purple Qi suddenly burst from his pores. It transformed into chains that wound around his arm toward his shoulder like vines climbing a tree trunk.

Purple Qi burst forth, forming a dark crimson python that slithered over Cassius's right half, moving silently like a specter assassinating life in the night. A cold-blooded serpent's head rested on his right shoulder, its scarlet tongue slicing through the air.

The two Qi’s mixed and surged skyward like a torch. The blended Qi slapped against Adam's face like layered waves rippling outward.

"Seems he's not an ordinary combat artist... truly not to be underestimated. But if you want to keep me here... hehe, I'm afraid..."

Adam's eyelids twitched wildly. He sensed a level of danger that was inconsistent with his arrogant talk. Perhaps he really might be left here forever.

Boom!

The turbulent air around them grew wilder. The surging Qi resembled a tsunami, as tall as a three-story building. It recklessly emitted undisguised malice and killing intent.

Adam saw a dense black light explode behind Cassius’s red and purple heterochromatic eyes. His Qi burst upward, forming a ferocious face with a wide-open mouth, followed by a bizarre figure.

It was a four-meter-tall giant that exuded a sinister demonic aura! It had a broad dorsal plate, spiked spine, sharp tailbone, and ostrich-like toes, all combined in a terrifying mountain of muscle.

"An Indestructible-Rank Dead Blood has no physical weaknesses and can regenerate until their energy is exhausted. Excellent, truly excellent... You are more than qualified to be the recipient of my Reverberating Force!" The golden-haired youth suddenly stepped forward, the massive phantom behind him shuddering and instantly merging with his body.

The Blood Vulture on his left shoulder and the Star Python on his right shoulder transformed into red and purple tattoos. They coiled around his muscular arms like exquisite patterns.

"Hope you'll like it..." He shot forward, the ground silently cracking and sinking beneath him. Cassius seemed to enter a realm of silence. Despite his overwhelming and fierce Qi, when he kicked off, there was no earth-shattering noise—only extreme restraint! But within that extreme restraint lay extreme sharpness!

He darted across the meadow, chasing the figure who had already turned to flee desperately. Usually, no matter the time or place, Adam, the Vice President of the Blood Spirit Society, was always cautious and pragmatic. The scene seemed no different from fifty years ago. One could say he had stayed true to himself.

Two black lines streaked through the buildings. One fled, one pursued. Escape was impossible!

As he dashed around a corner, a massive collision sounded behind Adam. His pursuer had charged straight through a retaining wall as he pursued his quarry in a straight line.

Damn it, I won't really fall here today, will I... What kind of monster did those idiots from Duststorm provoke?!

Adam had thought that he'd see a delicious meal laid out on the table once he opened the door. Unexpectedly, the door was the mouth, the building the stomach, and he was the one becoming the meal!

"No choice, I have to use the Berserk Serum! If I don't use it now, it'll be too late!" Adam pulled out a thumb-sized vial from his bosom as he sprinted madly. Although his strength had improved over the years, he hadn't even finished modifying his new body. His strength was still almost the same as fifty years ago. How could he face someone like Cassius, who was at Feng Liusi's level?

Therefore, Adam could only use the serum and endure the side effects. He was fast, but still a step too late. Adam could already feel the oppressive aura right behind him.

A towering black shadow completely enveloped him. However, somehow, the shadow didn't strike. Seizing the last moment, Adam shoved the entire vial into his mouth and crunched down on it. He rolled on the spot to create distance.

His eyes turned blood-red as the serum rapidly took effect. His body swelled to over two meters in height as his bones and muscles began to protrude in grotesque and twisted ways to form an iron-like silhouette. Red mane-like hair intertwined on his skin like steel needles.

Adam could vaguely see the figure opposite him. He didn't strike but crossed his arms, watching silently with an amused and condescending posture.

"Is he waiting for my serum to take effect?!" The horrifying thought arose in Adam's mind. "Impossible!"

His rationality was gradually eroded by berserk fury.

"Roar!" Adam let out an ear-piercing roar.

Opposite him, a figure standing at two and a half meters tall, with muscles as terrifying as marble pillars, looked down at the monster. His millstone-sized hands rubbed together slightly, emitting sounds like metal plates grinding. As his palms pulled apart slightly, a series of firecracker-like explosions echoed in the air, crazily piercing and blasting through the airflow.

As the distance between his palms increased, spherical cavities formed in the air between them like air bubbles rising from the depths of the water.

Strands of condensed force accumulated within these air bubbles, growing stronger and stronger. The cavities transformed from semi-transparent to deep purple, and a small snake seemed to curl, biting its own tail within each bubble. They began to spin faster and faster. , spinning and accelerating.

"I’ve been pondering a move, exclusive to the Southern Dipper Sonic Snake Fist. Pity I've never used it in actual combat until now..." Cassius's right hand swiftly swept across the entire cluster of bubbles and kneaded them into a deep purple spear of air.

"Secret Technique, Roaring Sonic Gun!"