Master of Kaidan
Chapter 336: Even Running for Your Life Should Have Style

Chapter 336: Chapter 336: Even Running for Your Life Should Have Style

The advantage of automatic firearms was that as long as you held the trigger, bullets would keep spraying out relentlessly.

While the sniper fired a single bullet, Feng Xue’s light machine gun had already spit out a string of flames.

In the commentator’s nearly voice-breaking, cracking commentary, a string of bullets precisely collided with the sniper bullets in mid-air, and the fragments of the bullets split open in the sky.

But among those bullets flying in different directions, the audience suddenly noticed that one bullet seemed not to be flying randomly; instead, it was heading straight for the high tower where the sniper was located!

"Director! Follow it quickly!"

Before the host could loudly remind him, the drone near the sniper’s position had already activated high-speed capture mode and quickly captured that bullet flying in from a distance.

Beyond a doubt, it was an ordinary machine gun bullet, undoubtedly a civilian level equipment compared to the special bullets used by the sniper.

But at this moment, this bullet brought a surprise far more thrilling than any special bullet before it.

As the sniper was preparing for his next shot, aiming at Augustus, the moment he pulled the trigger, the gun’s chamber exploded first!

"COOOOOOOOOOL!!!!!!!"

While the stunned sniper watched his exploded rifle and threw away the weapon, the commentator’s modulated long tone spread through thousands of households.

He waved his arms as if celebrating a festival, and loudly said,

"Did you see that? Did you see that? Over a thousand meters of shooting without a scope! And with a light machine gun, too! A pity it was just a bit off, only destroying the recoil device. If it could have stuck right at the muzzle, and let the last bullet explode within the barrel, this poor sniper would have to say goodbye to his career! But even now, the situation isn’t bad, this poor sniper seems to be questioning his life now!"

Yes, just as the host said, the sniper, looking at the bullet stuck in the recoil device, even forgot for a moment that enemies were approaching. He urgently needed someone to remind him, to tell him that all this was just a coincidence.

But...

Was it really a coincidence?

He looked up towards the distance, only to realize in this brief hesitation, the man had already reached the building below; he no longer had a shooting angle.

"Gulp..."

Unconsciously swallowing his saliva, the sniper suddenly stood up.

With the press of his fingers, his sniper-specific equipment began to drop off piece by piece, leaving only the basic tactical gear for easier movement.

He started looking for cover on the spot, while turning on the team channel that had remained silent since entering sniper mode:

"No. 9, what’s the situation?"

"Support is on the way, we’ve dispatched two big ones, just stall them! Don’t think about clashing head-on, understand? I’ll provide you with signal interference, don’t take risks! He’s already up the building! Find cover quickly!"

The straightforward words came through the communication channel, seemingly no different than usual, but the sniper felt as if he could hear a tremor of fear in those words.

...

Listening to the host’s jokes about snipers on the live broadcast, Feng Xue assumed a classic action hero pose for tending to wounds, sitting with one leg straight and the other bent, leaning against the load-bearing wall of the building, tearing off his blood-soaked coat.

The so-called "Old Six Bullet" naturally couldn’t penetrate the Masked Rider Armor and Illusory Iron Armor hidden by the Hermit Power, but to create a visual effect, he used the Arrow Avoidance Protection to predict the bullet’s trajectory and chose a relatively safe part to let it graze by his side. However, even if the main combat ammo did not make direct contact, the vacuum pressure generated from grazing by at close range could tear apart both clothing and flesh.

As for the effect of the blood— that was the result of manipulating flesh using the Taiyin Transformation Technique.

With the help of the Ganoderma Life Extension Technique, he could effortlessly create a wound that met the needed conditions. Even the best doctor could not detect anything unusual from the wounds on Feng Xue’s body just by their appearance.

He reached up to undo the tie around his neck and used the cloth strip adorned with the Libra and skull patterns to temporarily bandage the wound at his waist. Augustus stood up again, and as he exerted a little force, the muscles on his back formed a pattern resembling an evil ghost mask.

Although the amount of bleeding seemed to have reached the level of acute shock, Mr. Augustus looked like a wounded fierce beast at that moment.

He started climbing the stairs, each step possessing a significant presence, bare-handed and grievously wounded, almost fulfilling every characteristic of a personal heroism action movie.

But as he stepped onto the open-air terrace in no man’s land, a collective sigh escaped from countless viewers because...

Boom!

With a slight tremor, two single-soldier mechas, each over five meters tall, landed on the terrace, their dark gun barrels pointing at Augustus as he kicked open the door, the implication clear.

"The Shield of George! George Augustus has encountered the ultimate weapon named after him!

"This is the pride of the Constantin Consortium, still the most powerful weapon in active infantry equipment. Many viewers might have heard too many marketers boasting, but I can responsibly tell you, exoskeletons and artificial body modifications will never surpass mechas!

"Bigger is stronger, bigger is better; a mecha’s size allows it to contain more electromagnetic muscle bundles, meaning whether it’s speed, power, or explosive force, exoskeletons and artificial bodies simply can’t compare to mechas. As for agility, do these giants even need to be agile? Absolutely not..."

The host’s promo was cut short because his so-called "absolutely not" appeared right before his eyes—

Two tankers used safety foaming gel, precisely thrown into the gun barrels before the Shield of George could activate, and the gel erupted from the barrels with extreme rapidity and solidified just as quickly.

A device meant to fill a car interior and eradicate injuries in an instant filled every gap in the Shield of George without frills. While it wasn’t enough to affect the mecha’s movement, firing a thermal weapon now required second thoughts about barrel explosions.

"They can actually be used that way?" Amidst the viewers’ comments of "learned it, going to confront the Shield of George with this", the host, dumbfounded, stared at the stiff mecha capturing Augustus, momentarily at a loss for words.

But Feng Xue didn’t pull off another scene of knocking over a mecha with his bare body; instead, he casually grabbed a cable and swung away like Spider-Man.

"He escaped! Mr. Augustus actually escaped! The viewers betting on his survival probably haven’t torn their tickets yet. But if he was going to escape, why did he go up there in the first place?"

The host spoke of Augustus’s misdeeds in a somewhat stiff voice, but just then, a drone providing a close-up of Augustus’s face caught him whispering softly—

"5, 4, 3..."

"He’s counting down? Counting down what?" The host’s puzzled voice didn’t need an answer, because as the man uttered "1," a violent explosion and blaze had already filled the platform behind him.

And the drone also captured Augustus’s arrogant smile—

"War Bishop Reactor, kid!"