The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Bang!" A thug was thrown out and slammed open the door to the next inner hall.

This underground venue, while not as intricate as the Hive, also has many corridors and various different spaces.

Aside from the battle on the iron chain net, where one wrong step could lead to falling into the alkaline water and being burned to ashes.

In some arenas, there were all sorts of iron spikes or shards of sharp knives. In other arenas, there were several chains tied together and locked around the fighters' necks, but only one person could actually touch the ground.

These cynical foreigners are really good at torturing people.

However, when they watched those immigrants fight to the death outside the arena, they never imagined that one day they would be beaten even worse than those boxers.

"Someone's..."

"Bang!" The Englishman had barely begun to speak when his mouth was instantly ripped apart by a stray bullet.

"Click! Snap!"

Zhang Chang'an leaped into the bar area of ​​the inner hall, swiftly taking down the bartender who was about to pull out a weapon from under the bar. Then, he picked up the lever rifle hidden under the counter and opened fire on the crowd.

"Bang! Crack! Bang!"

The bullets of the lever rifle are loaded into another tube below the barrel. The way to load the bullet is to pull the iron bar below the trigger, which is similar to the hilt of a fencing sword. This is the so-called lever.

Without considering aiming, once the metal bar is pushed to the bottom, you can immediately slap your hand back and pull the trigger, similar to firing a revolver in quick succession.

In this situation, Zhang Chang'an didn't really need to aim. Of course, even though it was a rapid blind fire, Zhang Chang'an could still use his left hand, which was supporting the gun, to adjust the position of the muzzle.

Bullets flew into the crowd one after another. Although they were .22mm round-nosed bullets, at this distance, they were still fatal to these ordinary people who had no protection. Soon, many of the thugs in the front row fell to the ground.

He has handled the situation very well; so far, he has not directly killed any gamblers, but has mainly managed to accurately knock down the thugs who rushed at him.

This was, of course, because all the gamblers were fleeing outwards, while only the thugs were surrounding him.

Of course, the environment is chaotic now, and if someone gets trampled or scratched, that's beyond his control.

"Bang!"

Another door to the venue was kicked open, and a group of thugs with distinctly different equipment walked in.

A little black smoke was rising from their bodies, and Zhang Chang'an immediately saw brass knuckles, daggers, and batons in their hands, all imbued with steam.

"Quick! He's here..."

"Click-clack..."

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an swung the lever rifle tucked at his waist and flung it over, the muzzle spitting fire once more.

The leader of the thugs immediately fell to the ground, blood spurting from the back of his head and spreading onto the brick floor along with his corpse.

After that shot, the gun in Zhang Chang'an's hand, whose barrel had been slightly red from continuous firing, finally stopped emitting white smoke.

The gun was out of bullets, and most of the guests had already fled. Only the thugs who had come from elsewhere with their equipment and a large number of their corpses remained in the room.

"Hoo..." Zhang Chang'an leaned against the bar, catching his breath slightly.

The gunpowder smoke and heat in the room, along with the extremely strong chemical smell everywhere, made his breathing slightly uneven.

However, he quickly recovered and immediately stood up, decisively reaching his hand inside his coat to his armpit.

"Bang bang bang!" Zhang Chang'an immediately pulled out his M1899 and fired several more shots at the crowd.

His martial arts skills have indeed improved recently, but he knows what he's doing—this is in the old days, within a gang of outlaws.

The people on the other side were practically fully armed, or they might have even brought out a Maxim machine gun to riddle him with bullets. There was absolutely no need for him to stubbornly try to knock them down with his fists.

The bullets, trailing hot, distorted air, flew into the crowd. Zhang Chang'an had recently improved his mastery of Eagle Eye; with his enhanced vision and more stable stance, his shooting ability had become much stronger than before.

However, this time the group came prepared.

They quickly dispersed and decisively used their equipment to protect their vitals. Zhang Chang'an only managed to hit two people before running out of six bullets.

He immediately shoved the gun back in, then decisively lunged out from behind the bar and grabbed the shoulder of one of the thugs who had been shot.

"Click-clack..."

"Ah!..." Zhang Chang'an had just pressed his left thumb into his wound and pushed him to the ground when he grabbed his head with his right hand and twisted it violently.

Two cracking sounds were heard from his neck, and he immediately fainted.

"Ah!" Turning his head, Zhang Chang'an saw that the thugs behind him had indeed caught up. He stood up decisively, took a step forward with his right foot, and immediately flashed to the side of the man.

His left hand, gripping the baton and swinging it violently, was pressed down by Zhang Chang'an.

These foreigners usually have this problem when using these devices: unless they are like Vito or him, who directly cover their arms or even their bodies with the device, they can dodge attacks by deflecting their arms.

However, Zhang Chang'an's actions clearly did not stop there. As soon as he pressed the man's left hand down, he immediately lifted his own left hand up.

"Click..." The mechanical device clicked on his left hand, and a little black smoke seeped out from his sleeve, but Zhang Chang'an just clenched his fist.

"Bang!" He used his left thumb, the knuckle protruding from the side of his fist, to slam it into the man's ear.

"Buzz..." The man suddenly felt the world around him quiet down, leaving only a loud, noisy roar. Before he could react, he felt dizzy and his limbs immediately went out of his control, causing him to fall to the ground.

"The ear opening leads directly to the cochlea and even the nerve center. Striking it affects blood supply, body control, and even balance."

Zhang Chang'an released his right hand, then immediately stepped over the man, his left hand flashing out like lightning, past the gleaming blade that was slashing towards him, and grabbed the thug's hand holding the hilt of the steam-powered machete.

Having blocked the attack, Zhang Chang'an swiftly clenched his right hand into a crane-beak shape, and as he moved away from the man, he stabbed him directly in the chest.

"Tian Tu, located in the center of the suprasternal notch, leads directly to the organ."

"Cough...!" The man coughed immediately, gasping for breath. As soon as he coughed, his breath seemed to break instantly. He lost all strength and collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat as if suffocating.

Zhang Chang'an calmly bypassed him from the side, then turned his left hand into a crane's beak and struck directly at the side of the thug's neck on the right.

"The bridging arch leads directly to the carotid sinus; a violent blow to it can cause cardiopulmonary arrest, or even death."

"Bang!" Another person fell to the ground.

Zhang Chang'an rushed into the crowd, only to see black smoke from whale oil rising around him. Various weapons and equipment brushed past him, but only the people using these weapons were falling down one after another.

"Master Guang... so when you were disciplining the brothers, you had the chance to kill them all at any moment."