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Chapter 421 - 421 243 Massacre (4000)_1

Chapter 421: 243 Massacre (4000)_1 Chapter 421: 243 Massacre (4000)_1 Mia City, Red Vulture Fist Headquarters.

This dojo of martial arts is a mix of old wooden buildings and modern wall structures, occupying a large area. If viewed from high above, the dojo as a whole presents a trapezoidal shape, narrow in the front and wide in the back, with a prevalent light yellow color.

The whole street is neither a residential area nor a commercial district.

Therefore, it usually has sparse pedestrian traffic and the buildings are spaced far apart. However, today, this enduring silence is occasionally broken by the sound of gunfire. On the street where the Red Vulture Fist dojo is located, people clad entirely in black, bearing a white rose emblem on their shoulders, frequently pass by.

They all display severe expressions. Their waists bulged, seemingly carrying firearms and they have sealed off the entire area.

Inside the dojo.

Two groups of people are engaging in continuous close-quarter combat. From their speed and force that far surpass those of an average person, it is evident that this is a group of Secret Martial Artists. The two sides quickly collide in the area, with the side led by the bearded elder gaining an upper hand. Moreover, occasionally sharpshooters clad in black are assisting from this side.

Either providing fire support or inflicting injuries.

It is important to note that ordinary Secret Martial Artists don’t hold any advantage when facing firearms. Even Casio had to cultivate Hard Qigong while advancing in the realm of martial arts to be fearless of the firing of a light machine gun. Under an unexpected attack, even a handgun can pose a considerable threat to a martial artist who has normally cultivated Secret Martial Art.

Of course, this refers to when they are hit. The agility and evasion skills of martial artists far beyond human limits can easily dodge a barrage of bullets. If it’s just an elite gunner squad, the threat to the martial artist is not significant.

But, if a martial artist of the same level distracts them, engaging most of their attention and energy.

Gunners with precise shooting skills often achieve miraculous effects.

Great Elder Dyson of the Red Vulture Fist has caused trouble; both sides initially had approximately the same number of elders. There may have been a gap in strength, but not a large one. Both sides would likely have been at a stalemate for a long time. However, the gunners dispatched by the White Rose Assassin Camp have disrupted this balance.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

On the white stone pathway, two silhouettes constantly entwine and clash. Similar martial arts techniques collide in the air over and over again.

Great Elder Dyson steps forward and leans to the side before delivering a strong rotating swing. The burst of power breaks the opponent’s defense.

The Second Elder of the Red Vulture Fist stumbles backward two steps.

Bang! Suddenly, a gunshot echoes from not far away.

He responds instinctively, sharply tilting his head to the side. A high-speed spinning bullet grazes his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.

Before the Second Elder could catch his breath, an elbow fiercely smashed over, and from behind came the stomping footsteps of Dyson.

In his haste, he thrusts out a palm, colliding with Dyson’s elbow. The force exerted by the Second Elder noticeably drops, and his palm was pushed back. Dyson’s elbow, separated by the palm, hit the Second Elder’s chest, thrusting him three to four meters away.

There was a muffled grunt, and the Second Elder sprang backward. With several shimmering arcs, his figure quickly disappeared from the end of the road.

Tap tap tap…

The sound of footsteps came from the stone path. Three to four people in black clothes walked quickly. Standing still, Great Elder Dyson stretched out his hand signaling them to not pursue any further: “Charles is injured, let’s be cautious. Press them back step by step to the last area, and take control of the rest of the dojo first.”

“When the remaining people are surrounded, they won’t be able to escape even if they had wings…”

Elsewhere.

The area controlled by the Second Elder and his group was now limited only to the last three or four buildings, which are mostly hostels for students. A silhouette flashed through the shadows of a corner, followed by a sudden leap. The right hand swung, making a mid-air roll, and landed on the balcony.

Cough cough cough…

Under the sunshine, it was a lean old man dressed in a portable combat suit, his hair graying. He raised his hand and looked at his palm and the back of his hand, both of which were covered in bruises. He gently pressed his left chest, where the skin and muscles emitted waves of prickling pain.

It seemed like they heard the sound from above, as a series of footsteps quickly came up the stairs. Several people rushed up to the second floor, and upon seeing the old man, they halted their steps and exclaimed: “Elder Charles!”

The lean old man nodded, coughing again: “Where’s Niv? And also, the Fourth Elder, the Sixth Elder, the Seventh Elder where are they?”

“Sister Niv is in the building on the left, and the Fourth Elder and some other brothers are also there. The Seventh Elder is in the building on the right and has been seriously injured. As for the Sixth Elder, we didn’t see him.” The disciple leading the group responded in a low voice.

Second Elder Charles took a deep breath. Not seeing the Sixth Elder implied two possibilities. Either he was en route while battling, or he had been captured after being seriously wounded.

Or more bluntly, he resisted too fiercely and was beaten to death.

Among these possibilities, Charles was more inclined to believe he had been seriously wounded and captured.

He quickly walked into the second-floor corridor, looking through the window at the area where he had been running just now. Dozens of meters away, some people in black were occasionally visible in the corners, and there were traitors inside the doors, dressed in combat suits, looking his way.

“What does Dyson want to do? Surround this area? Is he afraid that we old folks will fight hard, making him pay a heavy price?”

Charles slapped his chest with his right hand three firm times. The faint pain in his chest area was immediately alleviated. He took a deep breath and pondered for a moment: “At first, I thought Dyson and Rune merely had some disagreements. I never imagined that Dyson would actually resort to violence! Rune is still attending the gathering at Evil Eye Fist…”