Swallowing the Stars: Starting with a Meteor Tear

Chapter 25 Awakening

Zhou Yang fell backward onto the dilapidated cement road, the fatal blow to his chest piercing through his chest.

Half of his lung was torn apart by the blast wave from the bullet, and blood kept gushing from his mouth and nose.

A hoarse, hissing sound, like a bellows being pulled, came from his throat. The severe lack of oxygen made his face darken and his vision gradually blur.

In a hazy vision, he vaguely saw his father, Zhou Yong, frantically charging at the three Japanese martial artists with a knife.

However, the next second he was slammed by a huge black staff shadow and sent flying backward, his chest caved in.

He also saw Captain Lei Hong's sword-wielding arm fly high into the air, and then a short blade pierced his chest.

He heard the roar of a sniper rifle, and a woman's muffled groan came from not far away.

Vision was gradually darkening, yet a burning sense of defiance was raging within them!

"No, I can't die!"

"I finally managed to travel through time, I have parents, I have friends, and I haven't even had a chance to properly enjoy all of this yet!"

"The endless sea of ​​stars is magnificent and dazzling, but I haven't even had a chance to see it yet!"

"Holding a treasure like the Meteor Tear, yet dying in a beginner's village like Earth."

"I'm not reconciled!"

"Yes, Meteor Tears! The life energy of Meteor Tears can heal!"

"Damn it, why can't I control it?!"

"Hurry up and show yourself!"

His remaining consciousness struggled and screamed frantically.

Finally, before his vision completely plunged into darkness, a mysterious stream of energy, countless times stronger than usual, surged forth from his chest.

A few minutes later, a young man carrying a huge sniper rifle arrived beside the three Japanese warriors.

Several corpses lay scattered at the feet of the three men.

They might not be considered corpses yet, because their chests were still rising and falling slightly.

The young man carrying the sniper rifle walked up to Zhou Yang, gently kicked his "corpse," and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect her to be a psychic. Such a young psychic, if she were still alive, she would have a bright future!"

"What a pity, what a pity, tsk tsk tsk."

The short, martial artist from the Sakura Kingdom glanced at him, but his face showed displeasure.

"Fujiwara-kun, why did you shoot? I could have easily dealt with these people. You ruined my fun of teasing the rats!"

"Don't blame me, blame it!"

The young martial artist patted the enormous, futuristic-looking sniper rifle in his hand and exclaimed in admiration:

"The TAC-90 heavy sniper rifle, the latest product from the EU, is touted as the sniper rifle with the longest range, and its maximum power is even capable of damaging low-level lord-level monsters!"

"This thing is a controlled item; if it weren't for this mission, I would never have been able to get my hands on this treasure!"

He stroked the sniper rifle in his hand with a smug look on his face and said with a smile:

"Yamamoto-kun, I wasted an expensive Godslayer bullet to help you, you should thank me!"

"Hmph! I can handle these people by myself!" The short martial artist was still somewhat displeased.

He ignored the armed warrior and began quickly examining the backpacks that the Chasing Wind Squad and others had thrown on the ground.

The moment he opened it, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"It really is a ghost-faced spider web, and there are so many other materials too? These little reptiles have yielded a pretty good harvest!"

As he flipped through the pages, he glanced at the dark-faced middle-aged man standing to the side and said sarcastically:

"Mr. Li, your Li family hunting team is too stingy. The extra money I earned this time is almost equal to the reward you gave me."

The dark-faced middle-aged man looked embarrassed, but still smiled ingratiatingly:

"Yamamoto-kun, wasn't I right? Hunting down these martial arts squads is much easier than painstakingly chasing high-level monsters. It saves time, effort, and is safer!"

"Excellent, Mr. Li, your wisdom is truly remarkable!"

"The lord-level monsters are all very cunning and difficult to hunt. These high-level beast general-level monsters are also scattered, making it extremely time-consuming to search for them."

"These little lambs are so much cuter."

The short, Japanese man gave him a perfunctory thumbs-up, then sighed with regret, "Unfortunately, these kinds of easy targets are rare, and this kind of thing can't be done too often, otherwise it will attract the attention of your Chinese military region."

He tossed the backpacks on the ground to the other three, one for each of them, and picked up two for himself. Then he said to the dark-faced middle-aged man:

"Mr. Li, there's another one in that building over there. Go get it!"

"Yes, Mr. Yamamoto!"

The dark-faced middle-aged man's smile was particularly ingratiating at this moment. He quickly rushed towards the building where Zhu Xia had been hiding and soon returned carrying a huge backpack.

"Mr. Yamamoto, these people aren't completely dead yet. Do you need..."

At this moment, the pale-faced middle-aged martial artist who had been standing quietly to the side stepped forward and asked a question, while making a throat-slitting gesture.

"No, no, no!"

The short, Japanese warrior waved his hands repeatedly, but a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Your brutal methods of murder have absolutely no artistic merit!"

"I've broken all the bones in these people's legs, and destroyed their communicators."

"Fujiwara-kun, fire your gun to attract some beasts over and give those mindless animals a little treat."

His smile gradually twisted into a grimace. "Watching your flesh being gnawed and devoured bit by bit, wanting to escape but unable to, that desperate scream must be quite beautiful~~~"

"this"

The pale-faced middle-aged martial artist hesitated for a moment, then tried to persuade him again, "This isn't a good idea, what if..."

"Unless something goes wrong, just do as I say!"

The short warrior's tone turned cold, and he snapped impatiently.

In his heart, however, he sneered disdainfully. If something unexpected happened, he could simply avoid entering China's base cities in the future.

"Haha, Yamamoto-kun, your fetish is really... even I, a pervert, find it perverted!"

The young martial artist holding the huge sniper rifle laughed heartily.

He moved swiftly, leaping onto the rooftop of a nearby building. After scanning the area with the scope of his sniper rifle for a moment, he quickly aimed in several directions and fired several shots.

"Bang, bang, bang"

A loud gunshot rang out, followed by the roar of a monster in the distance.

The young martial artist fired several more shots to confirm that the alerted beast horde had locked onto this direction before leaping down from the building.

"Let's go!"

Without lingering, the four picked up their huge backpacks and quickly left in the opposite direction.

A few seconds after they left, Zhou Yang, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes!

At this moment, a massive amount of mysterious energy surged out from the spot on his chest where the Meteor Tear had been, quickly enveloping his shattered lungs and the wound on his chest.

Enveloped by this mysterious energy, the ruptured lung lobes and muscle tissue are rapidly growing and recovering at an astonishing rate.

A cool and tingling sensation arose simultaneously, and Zhou Yang's consciousness gradually cleared, his strength slowly returning.

"Rumble~~~"

Just then, he heard the roars and howls of a herd of beasts coming from not far away.

"not good!"

He was startled and quickly sat up, the movement aggravating the wound on his right chest, causing a burning pain.

He quickly scanned his surroundings and saw Lei Hong and the other members of the Chasing Wind Squad lying motionless on the ground, which immediately made his heart tighten.

However, upon seeing their chests still rising and falling slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he's not dead!

This is the world of Swallowing the Stars, where all kinds of rare and precious materials and powerful potions are plentiful. As long as you don't die, everything else is fine.

You don't even need those treasures; you can do it yourself!

A massive amount of mysterious energy continued to surge from his chest, and the penetrating wound caused by the fatal bullet had been mostly healed, giving him a barely adequate ability to move.

Before he could think any further, his mental power surged and spread out, transforming into countless invisible hands. These hands swiftly grabbed the weapons, shields, and alloy belts of Lei Hong, Zhou Yong, and the others, lifting them into the air!

"Walk!"

He channeled his mental energy into his alloy combat boots, and his body soared into the sky, carrying Lei Hong and the others as they flew swiftly towards a dilapidated building a kilometer away.

One of their team members was there!

Just seconds later, he arrived at the building where he had been hiding. However, after his mental energy swept over it quickly, his expression turned ugly!

Inside the building, a woman in a bright red combat suit lay quietly on the ground, her figure still hot and sexy despite being wrapped in the tight-fitting suit.

However, the woman's forehead was completely shattered, leaving only half of her bloody and mangled skull.

Behind her, a bloodied bullet was deeply embedded in the concrete wall.

In that instant, Zhou Yang felt a surge of heat rush to his head!

(End of this chapter)