Above The Sky
Chapter 195 - 195 184 The Times Changed But Then Changed Back 33

195: Chapter 184: The Times Changed, But Then Changed Back (3/3) 195: Chapter 184: The Times Changed, But Then Changed Back (3/3) Can Ordinary firearms’ bullets compare with the Giant Clam water bullets, which can easily pierce through reefs and shatter nearly half a meter thick steel-iron stone trees?

Of course not.

The Ordinary powder weapons currently in service in Terra, with a muzzle velocity around three times the speed of sound and kinetic energy around 4000 joules, have no problem shooting people or Ordinary iron armor, but they are indeed useless against Armor Suit, a clearly bygone epoch technology relic from a past era.

Even the “Alloy Heavy Armor,” made bulkier and weighing a couple of hundred pounds due to the outstanding physical qualities of Terra People and material science craftsmanship, can easily block ordinary bullets.

Only firearms with an Alchemy Energy Module can pry open these real iron cans, whose armor thickness is measured in centimeters.

In other words, Ordinary firearms can’t even break Ian’s outer layer of Primordial Sand Armor, let alone wound him.

But this time, the boy didn’t plan to deal with these Natives with his ‘trump card.’

So he simply dodged.

Bang bang bang!!

More than a dozen firearms fired simultaneously.

Ordinary Humans, naturally, cannot dodge bullets—their dynamic vision can’t even see the bullets, let alone control their bodies to dodge.

But setting aside Ian’s all-encompassing perception enhanced by the Silver Chip and the unimaginably fast neural signal transmission speed it provides… Just based on the basic qualities of a First-Level Sublimator, avoiding a few guns’ suppressive fire is not difficult.

Moreover, because of the training he underwent years ago with Hiliard, the boy felt that even with his eyes closed, he could dodge based purely on Prime Material Perception.

In Ian’s brain, every gun aiming at him extended straight lines from their muzzles, including the potential spray areas.

These dozen guns formed a net, with each strand of the net expanding—those were the potential stray bullet deviations caused by muzzle vibrations.

And this net was riddled with errors.

The moment the Natives raised their guns to aim at him, the boy had already stepped forward.

His explosive speed could reach fifty meters per second; he had already closed in on the left side of the armed Natives in a blink.

Those Natives aiming at him from tens of meters away thought they were safe when, in fact, for a Sublimator, they were merely a stone’s throw away!

This abnormal sense of distance is one of the reasons Ordinary people struggle against Sublimators.

Bullets trailed behind him, their echoing sounds still chasing the bullets themselves, but Ian had already raised his sword and struck down.

Swords are better suited for thrusting, killing the enemy with aggressive penetrating power.

Only knives are for hacking… But for the Ordinary, unarmed humans, even the Natives with skin as tough as tree bark are easily split by the steel creation.

What’s more, the speed at which Ian swung his sword, combined with all his strength, was so swift that one could only see a circle of expanding sword light.

Whump!

Just a sweeping arc of sword light passed, and three Natives’ heads, shoulders, and waists were severed by an upward slash of cold light.

Before they realized, their heads and bodies had already separated from their lower bodies.

As a wave of blood splattered onto the faces of other nearby Natives, it took them a moment to be shocked to find that their target had already penetrated their midst.

“Don’t worry about each other, shoot!”

The leader immediately gave an order to prevent their elite squad from hesitating due to concern for their teammates, which would allow Ian to break through them one by one.

But his order was met with Ian marking him, and a white Phantasm charged at him with a speed even faster than the Sharp Claw Tiger.

Bang bang bang!!!

The Native squad fired with full force, completely disregarding their captain, and began continuous firing.

In an instant, as Ian’s sword penetrated the captain’s head and the immense force completely shattered his skull, dozens of bullets were already airborne, shooting all over his body.

But how could such a thing injure a Wave Singer who had honed his skills for four years?

Even before striking with his sword, Ian had already recited the words, causing the water and mud flowing through the Misty Forest to rise into the air, forming a murky mud shield behind him, shaking and spinning continuously.

The bullets coming like raindrops were twisted in their trajectory as soon as they hit the mud shield, which was quickly consumed and dispersed by the numerous bullets.

However, this bought Ian time to move.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Ian’s figure disappeared from the eyes of these Natives once again.

“Up there!

He’s in the treetops!”

A perceptive Native Hunter noticed Ian’s movement, but it was already too late—Ian, swinging his sword, leaped down from the forest’s branches.

He was like a gale carrying countless blades, tearing apart whatever it blew over.

Blood splattered, but no cries of agony or screams were heard.

The Natives skilled in the use of firearms were clearly the elite of the elite.

If they were to conduct a frontal confrontation in the open plains, or take advantage of a moment when Ian wasn’t paying attention to launch a long-distance ambush, they could surely pose a threat to him…

but this was a forest.

It was the Natives’ home ground, not the gunmen’s.

The aid and training received over the past four years had enabled a portion of the Native elite to quickly master firearm combat, but they still followed their ancestors’ teachings in their actions, which led to conflict.

And Ian’s opportunity.

“Fire!”

A few of the Natives in the rear had not yet fired their guns, staying hidden to the side.

The firearms in their hands were much larger and bulkier than ordinary powder firearms.

But when they finally locked on to Ian, they saw him throw his sword from his hand.

The sharp light of the blade pierced one, and the falling body knocked over another.

The third one triggered the Alchemical Firearm, and instantly, with the ignition of the Crystal Sand Gunpowder, a high-speed bullet wrapped in lightning tore through the air like actual lightning, shooting straight toward the boy’s heart.

This was an Alchemical Bullet capable of piercing five centimeters of ultra-heavy armor; it could even blast open some weaker points of the Armor Suit at close range.

An ordinary First-Level Sublimator would have absolutely no chance of blocking such a miniature cannonball.

But Ian could.

He didn’t even need to block.

Although tossing his sword had momentarily stiffened his form, a Sublimator didn’t need to adhere to the movement patterns of ordinary people.

“Left.”

Before the Hunter could pull the trigger, Ian had already spoken the word, and the water flowing within the high-pressure water gun at his waist obeyed the command of the Wave Singer, shifting directly to the left.

This force jerked the momentarily stiff boy aside, dodging the flying Alchemical Bullet — which then traveled a far distance before striking a tree large enough to embrace, causing wood shavings to fly and creating a gaping hole.

The failure of the Alchemical Firearms to hit their mark brought all the Natives to despair…

because after Ian caught his breath, he drew his sword again from the fallen Native’s body and began a new round of slaughter.

The sword light was like a lingering image, blood spray like raindrops.

In just a few breaths’ time, Ian had killed all the remaining Natives who still dared to fire back.

The times had indeed changed, but not completely — the existence of Sublimators and the techniques of the Terra’s former era indeed propelled firearms and armor to a level of offensive and defensive capability beyond what Earth’s craftsmanship and needs could imagine.

But as the true ‘peak technology’ crystallization, the existence of Sublimators, even at the First Power Level, was still far more powerful than these firearms which hadn’t exceeded imagination too much.

Moreover…

And the Native Hunter that had escaped far away…

Ian took out the high-pressure water gun from his waist.

“Increase pressure, fire.”

He calmly said as he infused Origin Quality, and then the water thrusted rapidly through the cylindrical gun, pressurizing, and then firing a straight stream of water, as forceful as an arrow.

The colorless stream pierced through the body and turned red as it exited.

—— Moreover, who said Sublimators couldn’t use guns?

The attacking Native squad was wiped out…

There might also be scouts observing from a distance, but that was a minor issue.

“My sword is damaged.

My skills aren’t good enough yet; I can’t kill without damaging the blade, like a butcher who carves meat without dulling his knife.”

Amidst the fragments and blood, the boy lifted his sword.

Looking at the severely worn Fine Iron Longsword that was also somewhat bent, Ian shook his head slightly and then straightened it before sheathing it: “I’ll make some modifications and leave it for Elan’s sword practice; save wherever we can.”

The experiments with Alchemy and Inscriptions were expensive enough, and although he was wealthy, good steel was meant for the edge of a blade.

Until now, Ian still hadn’t turned off Foresight View.

The reason was simple.

He looked up, gazing toward the other side of the forest: “Have you seen enough?

You can come out now.

I know you want to help me, but it’s not necessary.”

And following Ian’s gaze, several figures could be seen emerging from the shadows of the woods.

At the front was a blonde, green-eyed boy with an incredulous and somewhat bewildered expression on his face.