Mechanical Pioneer Under One Person

In the blink of an eye, the battle between the two men changed from offense to defense.

Just when Zhang Lingyu was about to be hit in the vitals, a black shadow flashed by and took away the three beads.

Chapter 129 The whole story (4000)

The longest-lived disciples of the Quanxing school were during the Ming Dynasty.

During the Yongle Emperor's campaign to quell the rebellion, the then-Black-robed Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao led the Quan Xing faction to oppose Zhu Di's overthrow of the empire, earning him the title of "follow the dragon." Quan Xing's reputation soared, and the sect even became a major, openly operating faction.

But later on, at least starting from the reign of Zhu Qizhen, Quan Xing's reputation and longevity began to decline again. Although there were many talented people, few of them lived long lives.

And speaking of...in recent years, Yuan Tao might be considered the longest-lived person in the entire Quanxing school.

But even though he had lived for so long, he had never seen a creature as powerful as the [Shen Ji] that could snatch away the three-door Qi-nourishing magic weapon in one bite.

Yes, the one who just saved Zhang Lingyu and took away three of Yuan Tao's [Nine Dragon Sons] magic weapons was the Paw Patrol sent by Liu Ke - the mechanical beast [Little Dog].

After snatching the magic weapon, the small dog did not go far away. It stood directly beside Zhang Lingyu and protected him.

"What the hell..."

Yuan Tao narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands, trying to take back the three beads that the greyhound was holding in its mouth.

bass!

As the refiner and maintainer of the magic weapon, Yuan Tao had extraordinary control over the [Nine Sons of the Dragon]. However, he called upon it for a long time but could not take it away. Apart from making the small dog turn its head slightly, it had no other effect.

At this moment, Zhang Lingyu, who had been rescued, wiped his sweat slightly and looked at the dog standing not far away from him and murmured, "The dog? ...Mr. Liu Ke?"

Lu Jin couldn't help but laugh after seeing this scene. He stopped activating the talisman and sat down on the stone beside him. He said, "Yuan Tao, you're called an old boy. You really are old. You can still let someone's [Divine Machine] take away your magic weapon."

Seeing that the three beads could not be pulled back no matter how hard they tried by the mechanical beast's steel mouth, Yuan Tao frowned and activated the 'Ya Zi' bead, and suddenly hit it towards the mouth of the small dog that was trying to steal the magic weapon.

clang!

The blow was so powerful that it shook the dog's steel mouth and left a small dent in the coating, but that was all.

"Well……"

What surprised everyone present was that after being attacked like this, the greyhound actually let out a "dog-like" growl at Yuan Tao.

Then its upper and lower steel jaws began to tighten suddenly, and the sharp teeth made of rare earth steel and tungsten alloy began to apply pressure to bite the three beads in its mouth.

Seeing this, Yuan Tao sneered and gathered the other six beads together, spinning them in mid-air. He surveyed the surrounding forest while laughing, and said loudly, "That Liu brat, why are you hiding your true identity and only allowing your mechanical beast to come up?"

Seeing no one responding, leaving only the rustling of the wind, Yuan Tao tightened his hat and said, "Your mechanical beast is truly miraculous. I've lived a long life and have never seen anyone as skilled as you."

"But if you think you can crush my magic weapon with that thing's mouth, that's wishful thinking!"

"My Dragon Nine Sons use the South China Sea..."

Bang!

Yuan Tao had just said half of his words when a loud noise erupted from the dog's mouth.

Bang bang!

Yuan Tao heard that something was not good and quickly turned to look at the dog. Then he gathered Qi in his hands and rubbed them from a distance, but he did not sense any reaction from the three beads. His face instantly became as gloomy as a pool of water.

Bang!

As the dog's mouth suddenly closed and then spit out, the powder made from the iron and wood cores of the three [Nine Sons of the Dragon] magic weapons also floated up in the wind, with a strong wood smell.

After the dog spat out the dregs of the magic weapon, not only Yuan Tao, but even Zhang Lingyu and Lu Jin looked at each other.

"Senior Lu...this..."

Hearing Zhang Lingyu's question, Lu Jin scratched his head and said, "Don't ask me, I haven't seen it either. It's not scary if this magic weapon is broken by someone, but I have never seen it bitten to pieces like this, and three of them in one bite."

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"Let's get rid of useless words. So, what is your purpose?"

In the basement of the white house, the black president leaned back in his sitting position with considerable impatience and questioned.

The insectoid on the opposite side didn't answer directly after hearing this. Instead, he stretched out an arthropod 'hand' and pointed at James Comey, the black-haired white man, who was standing beside the president.

Then, it said in a female voice: "Director Comey, please help me play the content I requested."

After James made eye contact with the black president and obtained authorization, he reached out and knocked on the table twice.

Swish!

After the knocking ended, a projector descended directly from the white ceiling and began to project "content" on the wall opposite the black president, that is, behind the insectoid man.

The image is divided into two parts. The left part looks like it's from a high vantage point in a laboratory filled with life-support tanks. The tanks are filled with pale yellow liquid, and each tank contains an unconscious person.

These people who were placed in life-support tanks mostly had brown skin, smooth black hair, prominent cheekbones, short stature, and relatively long torsos. They also wore unknown devices on their heads that were connected to the bottom of the tank.

The right side was much more normal, reminiscent of the "live" perspective of some online outdoor anchor. It was a dark sky, and the camera's owner was surrounded by countless angry yellow people, many of whom were wearing uniforms and Taoist robes.

The black president looked at the time in the lower right corner of the overall projection, and compared it with his watch, and found that both the left and right parts were indeed being broadcast live.

The insectoid sitting across from him, noticing the projector had already unfolded its image, clasped his hands on the table and said with a penetrating gaze, "During our forty years of intensive cooperation, your country has not only achieved rapid progress in biotechnology but has also demonstrated unprecedented imagination in tapping into its own potential."

After saying this, the insectoid pointed to the incubation tanks on the left side of the curtain and said, "I think so. You call these people 'prophets'. Indeed, the ability of these naturally gifted individuals to 'foresee the future' or 'divination' is truly incredible."

"Even though their predictions are limited to your own planet and come at a huge cost, they are still full of 'charm'."

"And based on the cloning technology I provided, you artificially bred and cloned Indians with the gift of 'prophecy' and used them as 'consumables' for national decision-making. I am truly impressed by the unbridled imagination of the Prometheus System you created."

"And now, as an outsider, I can't help but need your 'Prometheus System' to help me with some small things."

Seeing the black president looking at him, then-FBI Director James Comey couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and explained to the president, "They exchanged their latest technology with us. The National Science Foundation and the Defense Research Projects Agency both agreed that it was excellent value for money. You signed it a few days ago."

The black president nodded, then turned to the insectoid and asked, "Then you should have gotten what you wanted."

The insectoid shook his head and said, "No, the divination... or rather the foresight failed, and your consumables simply collapsed."

Then, it pointed to the screen on the right and said, "This is why I applied to meet with you today and witness the re-activation of Prometheus."

"I don't quite understand how you use your supernatural abilities, but according to the engineer who built Prometheus, establishing a connection with the divination target, reducing the cost of [precognition], and alleviating the pressure on consumables may lead to divination results."

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Kinoshita Hirojuro, 42 years old, from Osaka, Japan, is an extraordinary person.

He learned the art of swordsmanship from the Hokushin Ittoryu school and was once a teacher at a major arena.

Later, due to the collapse of Japan's economic bubble and government suppression, the dojo could no longer operate. He could only rely on his strength in swordsmanship and devote himself to the Yakuza to do the unprofitable business.

After more than ten years of ups and downs and fighting in the martial arts world, this "Kinoshita" has nothing left in his pockets, but has a small burden on his back.

Less than two years later, the little burden fell ill. Just as her wandering mother who had disappeared in the crowd had said, the father and daughter looked like miserable people, destined to a life of hard work.

What to do if she gets sick? Kinoshita, being a qualified father, naturally wants to treat his daughter.

But it costs money to treat the disease.

The bad news is, there is no money.

The good news is that the disease his daughter has cannot be cured in Japan even if there is money.

"Go to America. There are the best medical facilities in the world. Daddy will definitely be able to cure you, Xi!"

After saying this to his daughter, Kinoshita Hirojuro single-handedly dismantled the group and sent the "leader" of the Yamaguchi Second Generation Group, who had prevented him from leaving the group, to hell.

Afterwards, with no more obstacles, he and his daughter took a black ship into Mexico and then headed towards the United States.

Perhaps because he killed many good guys along the way, he was stopped by a man in a black suit when crossing the border.

Learning the arts of literature and martial arts, then selling oneself to an imperial family, was common practice the world over. Even so, after all his years of experience, Kinoshita Hirojuro felt for the first time that his swordsmanship had some value, even enough to attract a job in America.

Under the arrangement of the "black suit", his daughter was directly naturalized as a "native" American, and was able to maintain conservative treatment to ensure that her condition did not worsen.

And he himself once again became an excellent [Sword].

Until half a year ago, this [sword] named Guangjuro was sent all the way up, from a thug doing dirty work for the "Investigation Bureau" to a candidate for vaccination with the military's [receptor serum].

It has to be said that Kinoshita was lucky. In the experiment involving thousands of people, he was the only successful person to survive.

Accordingly, he gained monstrous vitality and killing power.

For him now, [Sword]?

It was just a boring toy. The only thing that was still useful was [Swordsmanship].

Is there such a person in the world? Practicing swordsmanship but not using a sword?

If this were to happen over a decade ago, Kinoshita Hirojuro, then the "Master Teacher" at the sword dojo, would have scoffed at this statement. After all, the term "swordless swordsman" was a joke.

But now, his answer is: yes.

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Quanxing, a thousand-year-old heretical sect, was founded by Yang Zhu, one of the Hundred Schools of Thought during the Warring States Period. It emphasizes "keeping one's nature intact and not burdening one's form with material things."

But it is 2015 now, and the words of our ancestor Yang Zhu have basically been regarded as bullshit by the current thousands of Quanxing disciples.

They cannot [not plucking a single hair, not damaging a single hair], nor can they [preserve the entire nature and authenticity], and naturally they still cannot [not burden the body with material things].

It seems that the reason they joined Quanxing was just to be free and unrestrained, to indulge in sensual pleasures, and to gain the false reputation of being independent and self-aware.

Therefore, now that they have come to cause trouble in Longhu Mountain, in addition to following the orders of the acting leader, they also want to promote the name of "Quanxing" and make themselves proud of it.

But before they could even enjoy half of this world-famous action, they were disgusted.

A Japanese man had sneaked into the team attacking the mountain at some point, and his act of brandishing a knife against a famous and upright sect was turned into a vicious act of colluding with the devils. His status and reputation seemed to plummet.

Who else could have endured this?

Although Quan Xing had long been a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to beat, they still had friends and relatives who didn't care about their [Quan Xing] identity.

If his identity as a colluder with the Japanese is confirmed, I'm afraid Quan Xing will no longer be called an "evil" faction, but a "traitor" faction! Even these few remaining friends and relatives will look down on him.

So, what to do?

Of course we have to [kill] this Japanese!

Forget about the "international" influence or anything like that; they have long lost interest in distinguishing right from wrong.

What's more, does Quan Xing have to consider the consequences if he wants to kill someone?

……

"Damn it! Kill him first!"