The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 83 Armor Removal, Demon Elephant!
The half-closed vermilion gate of the Hu residence blocked Fu Juemin's view, but under the [Quiet Listening], it was practically useless.

Countless sound sources released countless ink lines, gradually outlining the scene and figures inside the door in Fu Juemin's mind.

Since his [Life] attribute broke through ten, the effects of his two talents have increased significantly, and Fu Juemin has become increasingly adept at using the [Listening] ability to "create scenery through sound".

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This should be considered the first time Fu Juemin truly "witnessed" Li Tong take action.

Li Tong gracefully entered the house, just in time to meet Song Lin and his entourage, who were carrying large and small boxes and had probably received news of the rebel army entering the city.

Without any further ado, Li Tong casually pried a piece off the wall next to him and threw it out.

The flying pebbles, propelled by the force, pelted the group like raindrops hitting banana leaves, raining down on them.

In an instant, five or six servants of the Hu family who were responsible for moving things, as well as Song Lin's three armed guards, fell to the ground with stones embedded in their necks, foreheads, or hearts.

The scarred, burly man who had been blocking Song Lin's way like a black wall lowered his hands and shook off the rubble with a ferocious expression. The old man in a blue robe and gray hair immediately went to meet him, but Li Tong did not meet him. Instead, he turned into a black shadow and darted into the corridor.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of gunfire.

But it only rang for a short while before stopping abruptly.

Li Tong was like a ghost; wherever he went, armed guards would fall limply to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Song Lin's guards were almost all killed by him.

At this moment, the gray-haired old man finally intercepted Li Tong, forcing him into a "dead end," and directly raised his palm to strike Li Tong's face.

"boom!"

Li Tong exchanged a palm strike with him, his body staggering backward as he crashed into a doorpost, using the momentum to fly over the courtyard wall with a "whoosh".

"You killed someone and think you can just walk away?!"

The gray-haired old man's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He sneered and leaped into the air, transforming into a gray shadow, chasing after Li Tong like a hawk.

The two chased and fled into the distance, leaving only corpses scattered all over the Hu residence.

Unharmed, Song Lin was slightly frightened and his face was a little pale, but he quickly regained his composure and said in a low voice with a sinister look in his eyes, "Take the important things with you and go!"

This is the end.

Li Tong "retired after achieving his goals"!
"Uncle Tong still handles things well."

Fu Juemin heard everything clearly from outside the door and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

They had agreed to leave someone for him to test his skills, and so they actually took the opportunity to clear out those troublesome underlings as well.

After Li Tong's actions, Song Lin's original dozen or so battle-hardened guards were reduced to only three.

After a little tidying up, he had the ideal battle situation he had anticipated.

"clatter--"

The crisp sound of military boots stepping on the bluestone slabs.

Fu Juemin's eyes were expressionless as he raised his gun with both hands, the muzzle pointing at the gate of the Hu residence like a statue.

As a military cap peeked out from behind the door, he pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

The muzzle of the Han-made rifle spewed black smoke, and a uniformed guard fell backward with his eyes wide open and blood streaming from his brow. The box he was carrying crashed heavily to the ground, sending white silver dollars rolling all over the floor.

"Click——"

Fu Juemin skillfully and swiftly cocked the gun and fired two more shots at the door.

"Bang! Bang!"

Under the [Listening] effect, he was like a sniper in an FPS game with full map vision cheat; any opponent who showed their head within his field of vision was instantly killed.

In the blink of an eye, three corpses lay sprawled at the doorway.

“Huff—chi—huff—chi—”

Fu Juemin heard Song Lin's rapid breathing and disordered heartbeat.

Cursing, drawing his gun, whispering. Nothing behind the door was a secret to him.

Fu Juemin waited patiently.

The long, empty street was deathly silent, with only distant sounds of rioting drifting on the wind.

A few breaths later, two figures suddenly emerged from behind the door.
"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

Two servants of the Hu family, their faces filled with fear, raised their hands high. Song Lin pointed a gun at them from behind. Even though their legs were trembling with fear, they still had no choice but to grit their teeth and walk out of the door step by step.

Just after the two servants of the Hu family, who were acting as human shields, walked a short distance, there was a loud "bang," and a door panel, as if it had been forcibly torn off the wall, rushed out from inside the door with a whooshing sound.

At the same time, Song Lin's gunshot rang out, startling two servants from the Hu residence who took off running.

If an ordinary person were faced with this situation, they might hesitate due to the unexpectedness.

But Fu Juemin was fully aware of everything that happened inside the door, and from beginning to end, he didn't even lift his eyelids once.

He watched as the massive door panel hurtled straight toward him, and calmly lowered the muzzle of his gun three inches.
"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, halting the door's forward momentum, and the person holding the door visibly staggered.

"Click——"

Pull the bolt. Load the bullet.

Fu Juemin fired again.

This time, the hand that was sticking out from one side of the door panel was hit.

"boom!"

As the gunshot rang out, the hand aiming the gun recoiled violently as if branded with a hot iron, and at the same time, the once steady door panel tilted and drooped to one side.

Just as the scarred, burly man hiding behind the door was about to be revealed, Fu Juemin pulled the trigger for the third time.

"boom!"

The shot seemed to suddenly lose its aim, striking the scarred man's shoulder armor. Sparks flew, the scarred man's shoulder tilted, and with a sudden burst of strength, he flung the door panel out of his hand.

"boom!"

The heavy door panel slammed into the black sedan, penetrating diagonally from the front, shattering all the windows.

Amidst the crisp sound of shattering glass, Fu Juemin had already jumped off the roof of the car, retreating while calmly continuing to fire his gun.

The scarred, burly man protected his face with black iron wrist guards, not dodging, but charging straight toward Fu Juemin with a murderous aura that seemed to reach the heavens and the earth.

"Bang! Bang! Bang -"

Fu Juemin kept firing, but every shot seemed to be aimed at the scarred strongman's shoulder joint, hitting his soft armor each time and sparking.

In the blink of an eye, the scarred, burly man approached, his large, fan-like hand suddenly reaching out towards Fu Juemin.

Fu Juemin swung his spear, then used a step to propel himself up from the gray wall of the shop next to him, leaping high like a bird and flying directly over the burly man's head.

"Oh!"

The Han-made long spear, having run out of bullets, was dismantled to pieces in less than a second in the hands of the scarred, burly man. As the rain of broken parts fell, Fu Juemin landed steadily.

He took off his suit jacket and casually tossed it on the ground. Then he turned around and, without anyone noticing, put on a pair of alluring dark blue gloves.

"So it was you."

Only then did the scarred, burly man get a clear look at Fu Juemin's face. He raised his hand, wiped his face, and revealed a sinister sneer, "He really is someone who isn't afraid of death."

Before he could finish speaking, the soft armor on the scarred man's body suddenly snapped open with a "whoosh" and fell to the ground.

The scarred, burly man was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and nonchalantly kicked the soft armor under his feet aside.

Fu Juemin's eyes lit up slightly upon seeing this scene.

The perfectly good soft armor wouldn't just fall apart for no reason. The lock was broken because every shot he fired was intentionally aimed at the lock.

Since he had successfully cultivated the Five Elements Mysterious Fiend Technique, Fu Juemin changed his mind.

To defeat a Transcendent Realm cultivator with the strength of a Blood Refining Realm cultivator is undoubtedly a highly difficult and technically demanding task.

Every step must be calculated in advance.

First, use foreign guns to remove the armor.

再是
Killing with bare hands!

Fu Juemin's hands hung naturally at his sides, his strength slightly released, and a sharp point popped out from the edge of his palms, like the scales on the cheeks of a venomous python spreading out, making a rustling sound.

Fu Juemin, dressed in a shirt and vest, with clear, bright eyes, looked at the scarred, burly man in front of him, extended a finger and slowly beckoned him with a smile: "Come here."

In an instant, the scarred strongman's face turned fierce, and with a swift movement, he moved like a thick dark cloud, directly enveloping him.

"call--"

Li Tong slipped into a narrow alley and ran quickly for a while before stopping. It turned out that he was in a dead end.

The sound of robes fluttering rang out behind him. Li Tong turned around indifferently and was met with an old man in a blue robe and gray hair with a cold expression.

"Let's see where you can run to now?"

The gray-haired old man approached step by step with a cold laugh.

"I never intended to run away."

Li Tong shook his head. The gray-haired old man frowned slightly, subconsciously looked around, and quickly scoffed, "Bluster."

Li Tong ignored him, but took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "It's been a very, very long time since anyone has seen me like this."
Even I myself had almost forgotten…

As he spoke, a crisp "crack" sound came from Li Tong's body, followed by a continuous, wave-like rumbling of bones.
Under the increasingly incredulous gaze of the gray-haired old man, Li Tong's figure seemed to magically grow taller inch by inch, his white hair turned completely black, and the wrinkles and blemishes on his face and body were all quickly smoothed out and faded away.
In the narrow, cramped alley, a terrifying black tide seemed to rise rapidly upwards, obscuring the already limited sunlight.

A terrifying atmosphere filled the entire alleyway, the air as cold as ice.

The gray-haired old man stood there blankly, his eyes wide open.

After a moment, he seemed to remember something, and his voice trembled as he blurted out, "Dragon Elephant Prajna...you...you are Demon Elephant Ji Shaotong!"

He screamed the name, then turned and walked away with a look of horror in his eyes.

Just as he was about to leap out of the alley, a large, bony hand grabbed him and pulled him back down.

In the dense shadows that stretched across the entire alley, a flat, hoarse voice rang out softly.

I said
Did I let you leave?

The next second, an extremely shrill scream pierced the sky.

(End of this chapter)