Under One Person: Sincerity Moves the Gods

Chapter 104 First Test of Hot Weapons

The journey from Longhushan to Jincheng is not short.

Li Cunzhen traveled day and night, heading north along the official road. He crossed the Yangtze River and then the Yellow River. The further north he went, the drier the climate became, and the wind carried the astringent smell of loess.

That afternoon, he had already entered the territory of Jin.

It's about a two- or three-day journey to Mianshan, which was mentioned in the letter.

As Li Cunzhen got closer to the front line, the villages along the way became more and more dilapidated.

Many villages are now empty, with doors and windows smashed, and bullet holes and fire marks on the walls.

Even when they occasionally saw a few living people, they were all emaciated and would hide from strangers, like frightened birds.

Li Cunzhen saw this and his heart sank.

In addition, he also considered finding a small group of isolated Japanese soldiers to test the waters before heading to Mianshan.

He was already considered one of the top in the world of superhumans, but he had never actually fought with firearms before, so he needed to have a general idea of ​​what he was capable of.

However, the Japanese soldiers they encountered along the way were all large groups, ranging from a hundred to several hundred men.

If someone rushes in recklessly, it's not a test, it's suicide.

Until that evening.

He climbed over a sloping hill and saw a village in the distance nestled in a valley.

Cries and screams came from there.

The screams of women, the cries of children, and the rude shouts of men were all mixed together and could be heard clearly from half a mile away.

Li Cunzhen paused in his steps.

He quickened his pace and hurried toward the village.

At the village entrance, a dozen or so Japanese soldiers in khaki uniforms were herding villagers out of their houses.

An old man with gray hair was pushed to the ground, his forehead hit a stone, and blood flowed down his cheek.

He struggled to get up, but a Japanese soldier raised his rifle butt and slammed it hard into his back.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for!"

The old man let out a muffled groan and lay motionless on the ground.

Another Japanese soldier dragged a young woman out of the house; the woman was holding a three- or four-year-old child in her arms.

The child was terrified and cried loudly. The woman desperately tried to protect the child, but was dragged a few steps, her knees bleeding from the friction.

"Sir! Please!"

"My husband isn't home, and I have elderly parents and young children to support; I can't leave!"

The Japanese soldier kicked her in the waist, and the woman fell to the ground. The child slipped from her grasp and rolled away, crying even louder.

Several villagers tried to help, but were frozen in place by gunfire.

Li Cunzhen stood behind the low wall at the village entrance, watching this scene unfold.

After more than ten years of cultivating Taoism, he had almost forgotten the taste of anger.

But today, Li Cunzhen remembered it again.

These villagers were just ordinary people, unarmed and powerless to resist.

These Japanese soldiers treated them like this; they were utterly inhuman!

Li Cunzhen was furious. He glanced at the number of Japanese soldiers in the group—a dozen or so—just right for him to test the waters.

So he took a deep breath.

Then, they came out from behind the low wall.

"Hey! Who goes there!"

Soon, a Japanese soldier spotted him, raised his gun, and shouted in broken Chinese.

Li Cunzhen did not answer and continued walking forward.

"Stop! We'll shoot if you don't stop!"

Li Cunzhen still didn't stop.

Upon seeing this, the Japanese soldier cursed something in Japanese, then smiled cruelly, pulled back the bolt, and aimed at his chest.

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

The bullet pierced through Li Cunzhen's chest, exited through his back, and left a wisp of white smoke.

There was no blood.

The Japanese soldier stared wide-eyed, thinking he was seeing things.

Li Cunzhen looked down at the bullet hole in his chest. White steam billowed out, and the bullet hole healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing in a few breaths.

He raised his eyes and looked at the group of Japanese soldiers.

"you."

"They are unworthy to stand on this land!"

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers ignored his orders. After a brief moment of surprise, they realized what he meant and immediately raised their guns to fire.

They had seen several people with special skills on the battlefield.

I've never seen anything that a bullet can't kill!

boom! boom! boom!

A barrage of gunfire erupted at the village entrance, bullets raining down like downpours.

Li Cunzhen did not dodge.

He stood there, letting the bullets hit him. Each bullet pierced his body, leaving a wisp of white smoke, but the wounds healed in an instant.

With his current life cultivation level and his mastery of the Reverse Life Triple Realm, he is capable of achieving this.

The damage caused by ordinary bullets is less than his recovery.

But Li Cunzhen's brows were still slightly furrowed.

He could feel that each bullet was draining his inner energy.

Although each bullet consumed only a small amount, the simultaneous firing of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, with bullets hitting them continuously, resulted in a much greater consumption of energy than expected.

Li Cunzhen secretly made a calculation.

If he stood still and took the hit head-on, with his current reserves of true energy, he could probably last for about two minutes.

Two minutes later, his true energy was exhausted, and he could no longer maintain the Reverse Life Triple Stage.

At this point, Li Cunzhen had a better understanding of his defensive capabilities against firearms.

Just as Li Cunzhen was calculating in his heart.

the other side.

As the Japanese soldiers saw that Li Cunzhen had not yet been killed, fear began to spread.

Even those with special abilities shouldn't be immune to this kind of attack!

"Monster! This person is a monster!"

A Japanese soldier cried out in Japanese, his voice filled with fear.

Looking at their fearful yet cruel faces, Li Cunzhen felt the fire in his chest grow ever stronger.

He raised his right hand and softly uttered four words.

"The character '离' (li) is composed of the radical '赤龍' (chi lian), meaning 'red silk' (赤龍)."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of blazing flame erupted from his palm, transforming into a fire python as thick as a water bucket, which pounced towards the group of Japanese soldiers.

Wherever the fire python passed, the air distorted, and the withered grass on the ground instantly turned to ashes.

One of the Japanese soldiers was unable to dodge in time and was struck head-on by the fire python.

He didn't even have time to scream before his entire body was reduced to charred remains in the flames, his bones shattered into ashes.

Another Japanese soldier was swept by the flames of the fire python's tail, half of his body was burned black, and he fell to the ground howling in agony. His mournful cry made everyone else stop firing.

"Run! Run!"

The remaining Japanese soldiers finally broke down, dropped their guns, and ran away.

Their morale has been completely shattered.

A person who can't be killed by bullets can unleash flames with a wave of their hand; this is simply beyond human capability to fight!

"Run!"

"Run!"

They ran wildly toward the village entrance, not daring to look back.

Li Cunzhen showed no intention of letting them off the hook.

He stomped his foot and chased after them like a ghost. He raised his right hand again, and another fiery python roared out, engulfing the two Japanese soldiers who were running at the back.

The third, the fourth...

The fire raged at the village entrance, burning the routed Japanese soldiers to ashes one by one.

It was during this massacre-like battle.

One Japanese soldier remained standing.

The man lay prone on the ground, clutching a grenade with the pin pulled, his muscles trembling, but his eyes gleaming.

It has a kind of crazy determination from Xi Jinping.

He was waiting for Li Cunzhen to catch up.

Li Cunzhen indeed did not notice his subtle movement and caught up with him.

next moment.

boom!

The grenade exploded in the arms of the Japanese soldier, so close to Li Cunzhen that he didn't even have time to react.

The massive shockwave sent Li Cunzhen flying, crashing into the earthen wall at the village entrance, leaving a dent in the wall.

Li Cunzhen's expression changed slightly as his right arm was severed from the shoulder down.

This grenade is as powerful as Zhang Zhiwei's palm grenade!

The remaining five or six Japanese soldiers who were fleeing heard the explosion and turned around.

Seeing that Li Cunzhen's arm had been blown off, they stopped in their tracks, and hope rekindled in their eyes.

"He's injured! He was wounded by the explosion!"

"The grenade worked!"

"Quick! Pull the pins on the grenades! Throw them all at once!"

They all took out grenades from their waists, pulled the pins, and threw them at Li Cunzhen with all their might.

Li Cunzhen leaned against the earthen wall, white steam billowing from the severed part of his right arm.

He snorted coldly and activated the Wuhou Qimen once again.

"The character '巽' represents wind and wall."

An invisible wall of wind condensed in front of him, keeping the grenades out.

The grenades exploded one after another outside the wind wall, scattering sparks and fragments, but the distance from which they exploded was too great to cause any effective damage to Li Cunzhen.

After a few breaths, Li Cunzhen's right arm had grown back.

The newborn arm was as white as jade, and after moving it a few times, it was completely healed.

The hope on the faces of the Japanese soldiers who witnessed this scene turned into utter despair.

"His...his hand has grown back..."

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"This monster..."

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"Run!"

The remaining men lost all will to fight and turned to flee.

Li Cunzhen did not give them a chance.

"The character 'Kan' is associated with the Water Dragon's Chant."

A jet of water shot up from the ground, transforming into a water dragon that swept up several fleeing Japanese soldiers.

The water jets tumbled through the air, shredding the bones of those people, and when they loosened, what fell to the ground were several mangled corpses.

The village entrance fell silent.

Gunshots, explosions, and screams all disappeared, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind passing through the withered trees.

Li Cunzhen stood there and exhaled a long breath.

He looked down at his right arm, which had just been blown off. The new arm was no different from the original one, but the pain of being blown off still lingered in his memory.

He remembered the power of the hand grenade.

He can withstand ordinary bullets for about two minutes.

A grenade, exploding at close range, could sever his limbs. Although they can regenerate, it takes time and will cause damage.

It consumes a large amount of true energy.

If it's long-range shooting, with a dozen or twenty guns firing continuously, he would need to expend energy to dodge or defend.

He dusted himself off, turned around, and walked toward the villagers who had been rescued.

The villagers stood there, their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a ghost.

The old man who had been pushed down had been helped up. Blood was still flowing from his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He just stared blankly at Li Cunzhen.

The young woman holding the child slumped to the ground. The child had stopped crying and timidly peeked out from the mother's arms, looking at the young man in the Taoist robe.

Li Cunzhen walked up to them and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Gentlemen, this is not a place to stay any longer."

"The Japanese soldiers have been killed, and a large force will be coming to investigate soon. You'd better pack your things now and head south."

An elderly villager came to his senses and knelt down with a thud.

"Master Daoist! My benefactor!"

"You saved the lives of our entire village!"

As soon as he knelt down, the other villagers followed suit, some kowtowing, some expressing their gratitude, their cries and words of thanks mingling together.

Li Cunzhen quickly stepped forward to help the old man up.

"Old man, there's no need for that."

The old man was helped up, but he still held Li Cunzhen's hand tightly, and turbid tears streamed down his face.

"Master, you must have been sent by the Bodhisattva to save us!"

"Those damned Japanese soldiers have been burning, killing, and looting in our village, and they've already taken more than a dozen people away! If it weren't for you..."

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He couldn't continue, tears streaming down his face.

Li Cunzhen sighed softly, not correcting the incompatibility between the Taoist priest and the Bodhisattva.

He patted the villager's hand, took out some silver coins from his pocket, and stuffed them into the old man's hand.

"Take the villagers with you; this money should be enough for the journey."

The old man tried to refuse, but Li Cunzhen had already turned and walked out of the village.

After walking a few steps, he looked back.

The villagers remained standing there, watching his retreating figure with awe and gratitude in their eyes.

Li Cunzhen did not linger any longer, quickened his pace, and continued eastward along the official road.

Two hours later.

Jincheng, at the city gate.

It was completely dark by now, and a few dim lanterns hung on either side of the city gate, illuminating the mottled bullet holes in the city wall.

During the war years, even the buildings appeared withered.

There were many more Japanese soldiers guarding the gate than outside the city, armed with guns, their eyes scanning the people coming and going warily.

Li Cunzhen did not go through the city gate.

He circled around to the shadows of the city wall, used his movement skills to silently vault over the wall, and landed in a small alley inside the city.

Jincheng is much more prosperous than the villages outside the city, but the oppressive atmosphere is the same.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and most shops were closed. Occasionally, a few hurried passersby would walk by, but they would all keep their heads down and avoid eye contact.

Li Cunzhen walked down a street and saw a teahouse with its lights still on by the roadside.

The door was ajar, and a dim candlelight shone through.

He was indeed thirsty after walking for a while, so he pushed open the door and went inside.

The teahouse was small, with a few square tables scattered around.

A few guests sat in the corner, all with their heads down, drinking tea and not speaking to each other.

The owner behind the counter was a thin, middle-aged man.

When he saw Li Cunzhen come in, he only raised his eyelids slightly before continuing to wipe the teacup in his hand.

Li Cunzhen sat down by the window and was about to ask the owner to serve tea.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the back of a figure at the next table.

The man was wearing a slightly worn short jacket and had a buzz cut.

He was holding a bowl of tea, sipping it slowly, his posture as casual as if he were sitting in his own living room.

Li Cunzhen was stunned for a moment.

The man seemed to sense his gaze, put down his teacup, and turned his head.

A young face, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were unusually clear.

Rootless.

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