Forty Millenniums of Cultivation-Chapter 3435: Untitled

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Chapter 3435: Untitled

This move contained all of Grey’s martial arts talent.


It was not hard to tell how fierce the attack was just from the fact that the two thunderbolts under her feet had blown the stones in the yard into powder.


Before, there had been a gap of several meters between Qin Yong and him.


But an invisible staircase seemed to have appeared in front of Grey. She stepped on the air and climbed up.


“Hoooo!”


Grey jumped 30-50 feet into the air and landed on Qin Yong’s head. He roared like a tiger that had come down from the mountain.


With a roar, he punched out. One could vaguely see the air surging and forming a tiger head on his fist.


It was the ultimate art of ‘Tiger Mountain Style’, the best fist art in the town.


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Grey’s fist was about to bite off Qin Yong’s head like a tiger opening its bloody mouth.


However, Qin Yong was already prepared. He did not intend to fight Grey head-on at all. The muscles on his calves were shaking violently, and he jumped out of the wall the moment Grey jumped up.


Although Grey was faster than him, the Devil Tiger Fist had already reached his head.


At least Qin Yong had the time to kick like a scorpion.


It was also the ultimate move of ‘Venomous Scorpion Boxing Gym’, one of the most famous fist arts in town.


BAM!


One punch and one kick collided in midair.


CRACK!


The bones of Qin Yong’s leg cracked.


But such injuries were not enough to stop him from fleeing.


Instead, with the help of Grey’s punch, he ‘floated’ twenty to thirty meters like a kite and landed on the road.


“Ha. Haha. You are dead!”


Qin Yong warmed up his knees and ankles. Realizing that his injuries did not affect his escape, he burst into laughter.


He took out a long and narrow copper whistle from his mouth and put it in his mouth.


This was what the martial artists used to contact each other when they went hunting in the wilderness to train their fist techniques.


In the World of the Fist God, other than the forbidden machines and the power of steam, gunpowder was also an evil, filthy object. Therefore, fireworks did not exist. In the wilderness, long-distance communication could only be conducted through copper whistles.


The special whistle could send the sound to dozens of kilometers away in a unique tone. The warriors who had been training and had excellent hearing could hear it instantly. They could even tell different information from the high and low tones of the whistle.


Taking a deep breath, Qin Yong bulged his chest with his eyes wide open.


Grey was standing on the wall, dozens of meters away from him. It seemed impossible that she could kill Qin Yong before he blew the whistle.


But she still lunged forward.


Moreover, in midair, under the dumbfounded gaze of Gus and Qin Yong’s soul-freezing screams, two mechanical crossbows were pulled out from his back.


The two crossbows were much more delicate and dangerous than the crude toys that the caravan sold to Qin Yi.


Through the special spinning wheel and the chain mechanism, six arrows could be shot at the same time, which meant twelve in total.


“BAM BAM BAM BAM!”


The crossbows were firing too fast. The sound of the twelve bolts overlapped, as if they had only shot four arrows.


However, twelve miserable white lights were aimed at Qin Yong’s critical parts.


If both Qin Yong and Grey were seriously wounded, he might be able to blow the whistle before the arrow pierced through his body.


But in the end, he was just a teenager who had never been to a battlefield. He was the same age as Grey’s brother, Gus. He was not ready to die yet.


Qin Yong’s survival instincts made him forget the whistle in his mouth. He tried everything he could to dodge the twelve arrows.


But one of the arrows scratched the skin on his thigh and left a vague trace of blood.


However, the blood soon turned purple and spread out like weird mist.


“The arrow is poisoned!”


Qin Yong did not expect that Grey, the most proud girl of the Iron Fist Academy and the best boxing genius in town, would be so despicable.


Not only were they using crossbows, they were also smearing poison on the arrows. How decadent was that?


“Devil! Devil!”


Qin Yong shouted in his heart. He was about to blow the whistle, only to find that the whistle had been blown out of his mouth and stuck to his lips because of the abrupt movement.


He tried to bite the whistle again, but the venom on the arrow made his leg more painful. His entire leg seemed to be soaked in magma, burning and hurting.


Grey, on the other hand, had already tossed away the bolt that had missed its target emotionlessly. She approached him quickly while she took out another weird-looking machine from her pocket and put it on her fist.


Qin Yong felt cold all over his body. He wanted to run away, but it was too late. His injured and poisoned right leg did not listen to his command at all, as if it had been tied up by a giant rock. He could not move at all.


BOOM!


He heard a loud noise from the machine in Grey’s hand. Something had exploded on the front end of the machine.


Then, the entire world turned red, black, and transparent.


Qin Yong’s head exploded like a watermelon that had been smashed. Blood that looked like a tree of fire spurted out of his head. He shook his head in dissatisfaction for a long time before he fell to the ground. The blood-stained whistle fell not far away from his twitching fingers, but Qin Yong did not have the strength to hold it tight or blow it with his mouth.


“Wow—”


Grey heard vomiting behind him.


Gus, who had witnessed everything, finally collapsed. His internal organs were all over the place, and he vomited.


Lu Qingchen, on the other hand, watched everything with admiration. He even whistled to compliment Grey.


Grey slightly frowned. She stepped forward and grabbed Qin Yong’s body. With a shake of her hand, the muscles on her arm appeared like a dragon, and she threw the 175-pound body back to her yard.


There was no way to clean up the blood and mucus on the ground. He could only cover them up with mud and dry leaves, which would be discovered very soon.


Grey turned around and walked to her yard. She grabbed her brother’s collar and dragged Gus into the house.


“Not bad. You are quite calm, too. You must’ve thought about the series of attacks for a long time, haven’t you?”


Lu Qingchen, who followed him in, asked with a smile.


“Yes, it was originally designed to deal with the enemy who killed his father. I didn’t expect Qin Yong to take advantage of it.”


Wiping the blood spluttering on her face, Grey reflected that it was not difficult to kill someone. There was no pain, disgust, or regret.


Instead, her heart gradually calmed down.


“What’s that? The weird thing that you put on your arm after you threw away the serial crossbow and the big bottle behind it?” Lu Qingchen asked again.


“High-pressure air cannon.”


“It is a simplified version of a steam gun by squeezing a lot of air into a very, very small space and firing it all at once. I don’t know the specific mechanism, do you?”


“Now that you mention it, I understand.”


Lu Qingchen complimented, “What a marvelous technology tree!”


“What?” Grey raised an eyebrow, thinking that the devil was the real weirdo.


“Nothing. What are you going to do after you kill someone?” Lu Qingchen asked with great interest.