Chapter 436: Chapter 436 Tactics
The tactic wasn’t too complicated; after all, in the desert, other than burying oneself in the sand for stealth to achieve the elent of surprise, there weren’t really any so-called tactics.
The barren terrain left everyone with no choice but to utilize the ubiquitous yellow sand.
Fortunately, everyone had an extrely resolute will and could endure the overwhelming heat of the yellow sand.
Li Xiaoyao did not display his super abnormal ability to beco invisible; he, like everyone else, hid beneath the yellow sand, holding his breath, silently waiting for that troop to arrive.
Ti ticked away second by second, with only the rustling of wind-blown sand and the occasional howling of a gale in their ears.
Everyone ntally counted the seconds, gauging the passage of ti.
...
About half an hour passed, and everyone suddenly beca alert.
Footsteps were heard, gradually approaching from afar, getting closer and closer.
At that mont, voices ca from overhead, transmitted by drones hidden hundreds of ters in the sky.
“Unparalleled troops, defeated!”
“Dragon troop, victorious!”
“Dragon troop, one victory, zero defeats, tied for first place!”
The footsteps of the Long Ren mbers suddenly stopped, and they imdiately began discussing amongst themselves.
“The Unparalleled troop was ranked third last year; it’s surprising that they were taken out by the Dragon troop.”
“Just as the rumors said, the Long Race’s troops have indeed produced a monster this year.”
Tang Ren pondered and said, “Though Dragon troop is strong, it’s unlikely that they erged unscathed. I believe that Dragon troop also paid a price this ti. Therefore, even if Dragon troop is formidable, we don’t need to worry. We don’t have to hurry to encounter Dragon troop now; let the other troops fight them first while we conserve our strength. When Dragon troop is worn out, we’ll annihilate them in one fell swoop.”
“The boss makes sense; the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. If we’re to act, let’s be the oriole.”
“Correct, even though Dragon troop is strong, how many rounds can they last against repeated attacks?”
While everyone was discussing, Li Xiaoyao gave a look, and the man hiding behind two Long Ren mbers with rifles leaped up, delivering a fierce elbow strike to the neck of one.
The man’s eyes rolled back as he collapsed limply backward.
“Ambush!” the Long Ren mbers shouted, realizing what had happened.
The remaining eighteen imdiately dispersed, warily looking towards the two n snatching the rifles.
As the others panicked, more people erged from the sand, swiftly dispatching the adversaries with the force of a thunderbolt.
In just a matter of seconds—no more than a minute—of the twenty Long Ren mbers, including the instructor Tang Ren, only a pitiable five remained.
Even by Li Xiaoyao’s exacting standards, this was a battle plan that could be deed perfect.
Tang Ren’s face was grave, as if almost dripping with water. Seeing the Long Chi mbers who seed to have appeared out of nowhere, rage was burning within him.
His gaze slowly turned towards Li Xiaoyao. Tang Ren squinted his eyes and said, “You’re the instructor of this batch of Long Chi? Indeed, you’re quite clever. You must have used this thod of surprise attacks to eliminate the Dragon Soul troop, right?”
“A bunch of cowardly rats,” Tang Ren said contemptuously. “Do you think by relying on such a low tactic, you can win the final competition? In my eyes, even if you win using this despicable surprise attack thod, it’s not honorable.”
“Fuck!” Every mber of Long Chi was a proud individual; it was just that with Li Xiaoyao around, they knew how to keep their pride in check. But that didn’t an they lacked dignity. Especially not when a defeated rival was pointing fingers and insulting them.
“Victors are kings; losers are bandits. Losing ans losing. We rely on tactics, not the ‘sneak attacks’ you speak of,” Jin Gang cursed loudly, “If you’ve got the ability, sneak attack us too. Our nineteen n were right beneath your feet, and yet none of you could discover us. That simply shows how useless you are.”
“You bastard, I am speaking with your instructor. How dare you interrupt?” Tang Ren waved his hand, and a stream of Vigor shot towards Jin Gang.
“Hmph!” Li Xiaoyao snorted softly. Without any apparent movent, he blocked the stream of Vigor in midair, took half a step forward, and said coldly, “Is just anyone allowed to touch my n?”
Tang Ren stared at Li Xiaoyao, slowly drawing a pistol from his waist, flicking off the safety, and with a cold voice, said, “Perhaps you have heard of my other title, ‘King of Guns’.”
“Is that so famous?” Li Xiaoyao asked nonchalantly, lifting his eyes briefly, “Hurry up and make your move. I don’t have ti to waste on you.”
“Arrogant!” A slew of maliciousness flashed through Tang Ren’s eyes as he flicked his arm, a gunshot simultaneously ringing out.
The bullet shot out from the chamber, the high-speed spinning bullet twisting through the air, aiming for Li Xiaoyao’s eyes.
Tang Ren, having imrsed himself in Spear Technique for many years, had long since created a set that even Cultivators could not resist.
The common thod for Cultivators to dodge bullets was to predict the bullet’s landing point in advance through the opponent’s line of sight and movents and then take evasive action.
But Tang Ren’s Spear Technique was self-dubbed ‘stream of consciousness.’
In simple terms, it was about synchronization and coordination between consciousness and the body, allowing his limbs to react at the sa ti he seemingly hasn’t aid yet, but in actuality had already taken aim and pulled the trigger.
This was primarily achieved through ingenious coordination of movents, creating a visual deception for the opponent.
For instance, to everyone else it seed that Tang Ren had fired the trigger without aiming as he lifted the gun in a swinging motion, sending the bullet seeming directionless.
In reality, Tang Ren’s movents were so fast that they left afterimages. Human vision has persistence and cannot keep up with movents that exceed sensory perception, commonly referred to as vision lagging behind the opponent’s speed.
This move was indeed powerful, but it was only effective on ordinary Cultivators.
In Li Xiaoyao’s eyes, this technique seed rather primitive.
After all, a bullet is still a bullet and wouldn’t gain strength just because he used this kind of visual deception.
“Bang!”
“Hum~”
The brass bullet stopped half a finger’s width from Li Xiaoyao’s face, the bullet head spinning rapidly, thin wisps of barely visible blue smoke rising.
Seeing this, Tang Ren’s pupils constricted, firing several more shots in rapid succession, emptying an entire magazine.
However, to his despair, all the bullets stopped in front of Li Xiaoyao, not even grazing his clothes.
“Impossible!” Tang Ren exclaid in disbelief. Even for a warrior in the Spirit Cultivation Realm, it was extrely difficult to withstand such a furious assault.
But Li Xiaoyao had done it.
What Tang Ren couldn’t understand, however, was exactly how he had achieved this feat.
“If that’s all you’ve got, then you might as well just die,” Li Xiaoyao’s eyes turned icy, and in the next mont, a terrifying aura was suddenly released. The bullets reversed direction, reflecting back at Tang Ren.
Tang Ren had no way to escape, as the bullets pierced through his limbs. One of the bullets even penetrated his forehead, robbing him of his life.
The four n standing next to Tang Ren, seeing Li Xiaoyao kill him without hesitation and with such ruthless ans, shivered and instantly dropped their weapons, raising their hands.
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