Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

“No need.” Zhang Renfeng shook his head. “I’ll just touch their bodies in a bit.”

Chuck nodded, skillfully packed the bag, and tied it tightly with a short rope. "Where am I supposed to find you?"

"Tonight at eight o'clock, same place."

old place.

Without a word, Chuck knew where to go. Over the course of the month, Chuck would occasionally sneak off on horseback to the depths of the grasslands, to the dilapidated wagon that held the memories of revenge. In truth, there was nothing left there, but for some reason, Chuck could still smell blood and hear screams from there. Each time he passed by, a tremendous shock would be felt deep within his soul.

Zhang Renfeng's gaze swept over the shelves full of bottles of liquor, and he suddenly asked, "Chuck, what's the strongest liquor you have here?"

"The strongest... whiskey, or gin? They don't sell it in private bars, but I know my father has a bottle or two hidden away in the basement." Chuck felt the bag, confirming there were uneven glass pieces inside. "I've already packed four bottles of brandy for you. Is that not enough? We'll add more if needed."

"No, it's not for drinking. Get me two bottles of gin."

Zhang Renfeng carefully placed the gin into his satchel. His attention shifted to the outside of the wall, where a sheriff had rashly fired a shot, and people began to make a fuss.

"Hey Chuck, I don't have much money on me right now. In a few days... a lawyer named 'Saul' will send you some money. Remember to pick it up at the post office."

“What? Oh my God.” Chuck could hardly believe it. “I can’t take your money, Mr. Red. I’m helping you entirely out of…”

“I know, but the supplies you provided to me were valuable in themselves. Giving them to me for nothing is like them disappearing into thin air. It might not be a big deal once in a while, but if this continues, your father might notice something is wrong, or more people might realize this. Once the news gets out, it will put you in danger.”

"..." Chuck remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering the pros and cons.

Zhang Renfeng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "I'm glad you're willing to be my friend, but feelings are feelings and money is money. If everything goes well, we'll set up a temporary camp on the Tinglan Grassland. In the meantime, we might need to ask you to help us get a few tents."

“Tents…” Chuck pondered for a moment, “Should be fine. The general store in Blueberry Town sells them. I can say I’m going there to buy some and will bring them back for you on the way.”

With food, clothing, shelter, and transportation all taken care of, the housing problem was solved just like that—what a pleasant surprise!

He used to be Chuck's water sprite. Now, Chuck has become their group's water sprite.

"It was a very pleasant conversation with you."

He patted Chuck on the shoulder again, hunched over, and drew the two weapons that Chuck found very strange.

“Mr. Red Center, there are at least five or six people outside. Do you need me to… uh, I mean…” Chuck lowered his voice, “to shout a few times to distract you so you can slip away?”

"Run away? Why would I run away?"

Zhang Renfeng turned around and looked at him with a slightly smiling gaze, like a German Shepherd that had just been let off its leash and was full of energy, exuding inexhaustible aggression.

"The real show is just beginning."

Chapter 57: The Mandarin Duck Axes of Midnight

The footprints disappeared into the grass.

“Oh, damn it! I knew it!” A sheriff, unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, put his hand to his forehead and said impatiently, “Haven’t you realized? He’s playing us! We’ve searched every alley around here. Maybe he’s already escaped from Fengchuisha during the chaos. We’re just here searching like idiots. When will this ever end?”

“But Mark said before…”

“Oh! Fuck Mark, to hell with him! He doesn’t care about our lives. As long as he can keep his position as sheriff, he’ll hand us all over to the Red Center and slaughter us like pigs. You agree, Cliff?”

……

Cliff, who was at the back of the group, did not answer.

It seemed as if a gentle breeze drifted from behind, and along with it splashed out a few drops of still-warm liquid that had just left the body.

The sheriff walking in front of him initially thought it was bird droppings or something, and impatiently curled his lip. He reached up and wiped his hand, only to see the glaring crimson blood on his palm, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Looking back, he saw a lithe figure leap down from the height without him noticing, silently concentrating all his weight on his knees and breaking Cliff's spine!

The two crescent-shaped weapons in his hands were stained with blood. At the same time, Cliff had a cut on his neck, not an inch more or less, which severed his trachea and caused blood to gush out. It was clear that he was not going to survive.

The man looked up, met his gaze, and revealed a devilish smile.

"what……"

Before he could even shout, Zhang Renfeng lunged forward, the semi-circular blade of his Mandarin Duck Axes slicing through the air. Like dancing the tango, he struck with both hands, a flash of cold light, and the icy crescent moons lightly kissed their necks, instantly severing their throats!

"laugh---!"

The attack was aimed straight at vital organs, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Ah...cough..."

Choking on blood, they struggled to breathe, as if their heads were being submerged in water. In the agony of suffocation, they quickly lost their footing and collapsed to the ground. Only then did the sheriff's squad, which had stormed into the alley, realize that they had been ambushed.

"Red Center! It's Red Center! We've found him!"

Someone drew a naval revolver, but before he could turn the firing pin, the blood-stained Meridian Mandarin Duck Axe had already arrived.

In a moment of carelessness, taking advantage of the weapon's unique shape, he easily severed her wrist.

As the blade flashed past, Zhang Renfeng exerted a slight force, changing his grip on the knife to ensure that the strike severed the tendons in the man's hand.

Martial arts originated from weaponry, and this Meridian Mandarin Duck Axe is the exclusive weapon of the Bagua school, specializing in entanglement strikes and surprise attacks. Its components include deer antlers, phoenix eyes, fish tails, snake bodies, and bear backs, boasting four points, nine blades, and thirteen edges. Its usage differs from ordinary bladed daggers; a certain level of proficiency is required to unleash its full power.

Zhang Renfeng excelled in hard martial arts and loved fighting with his bare hands, but this didn't mean he was unskilled in weaponry. In fact, as a martial arts champion, his weaponry skills far surpassed his hand-to-hand combat abilities. Even though he was far from home and hadn't practiced for a long time, he could still use his weapons with maximum proficiency.

"ah----!!"

His tendons were severed, and the sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere made him scream uncontrollably. His pitiful screams echoed through the wind-blown sand, sending shivers down the spines of everyone who hadn't yet taken cover. Zhang Renfeng swung his hand back, using the fish tail of the Mandarin Duck Axe to slit open his trachea, ensuring his suffering would end within minutes.

"Monster! Ah—!! You damned lewd monster!!!"

When people are under extreme tension, they often become incoherent, especially after witnessing four companions die one after another in less than thirty seconds at the hands of these strange weapons. Most people simply cannot withstand such a reaction. The man almost roared as he raised the gun, pressed the firing pin, and pulled the trigger. His expression was incredibly ferocious, as if he wanted to condense all his fear and panic into the bullet and fire it all at once.

"boom!"

He dodged and bent over.

The original purpose of martial arts is often to combine with weapons to form the most suitable footwork for fighting. Baguazhang has the famous "mud-walking step". In the alley where only one person can pass at a time, it is not easy to perform. However, Zhang Renfeng's spinning and turning are incredibly smooth. He leans against the man's toes, his heels move slightly, and the two are like perfectly coordinated dance partners, sticking together.

Zhang Renfeng displayed an artistic level of precision, using the "antlers" of the Mandarin Duck Axe to lightly slice across the man's right hand, severing his thumb.

Bleeding.

"I'm not a monster..."

Before he could feel the pain, Zhang Renfeng looked up at him and gave him a bright, sunny smile. "I am [Red Center]."

"Pfft!"

He plunged the man's axe into his chest, all four points piercing in simultaneously, as if he had been pierced by a pair of deer antlers. The man's eyes bulged out, his body arched back from the excruciating pain, and he lost the ability to move.

There is no better cover than this.

"drink!"

Zhang Renfeng roared, stretched out his arms, tensed his muscles, and pushed his body forward repeatedly.

The leading sheriff panicked. Thanks to his position, he was the only one who had time to draw his gun from his belt. But as he drew his gun, Red Center hid behind his still-alive comrade, even using his body as cover as he shoved him forward!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He fired four shots, all hitting his companion in the back. His companion, who was already on the verge of death, was sent to meet God.

He himself didn't fare any better after firing four shots. Zhang Renfeng shoved his companion into his arms, and as the companion freed his hands to push him away, he sidestepped to his side, raised his hand, and with a swift and clean stroke, severed the artery in the side of the companion's neck.

"Ugh...click..."

He knelt on the ground, his face filled with terror, clutching his injured neck, blood gushing from the wound, and it was clear he didn't have much time left to live.

In less than a minute, he achieved a six-kill streak, and the blood almost stained the weeds and wooden walls red.

"Ali? Ali! How's it going over there?"

Perhaps it was because the gunfire suddenly stopped that the person who was supposed to be in ambush couldn't sit still anymore, and Gao Sheng shouted.

By listening to the sounds, Zhang Renfeng roughly identified that the other group was hiding at the corner across the alley.

"No, no, not good at all!" He squatted down, wiped the bloodstains on the axe with a sheriff's uniform, and screamed at the top of his lungs in a voice like someone about to die, "We caught him, we caught Hongzhong, where the hell are you people—?!"

After wiping away the bloodstains, he put the Mandarin Duck Axe back into his belt, stood up calmly, and aimed at the right front of the alleyway gap.

Perhaps moved by those words, hurried footsteps came from that direction.

"Where is Red Center...?"

"boom!"

Just seconds after showing up!

Zhang Renfeng cursed inwardly, but unfortunately only one person came.

After he killed him, even the dumbest person would realize what was happening. But then a brilliant idea popped into his head. Instead of turning around and running away, he stepped on a protruding part of the wooden house wall, bit the barrel of the volcano pistol with his mouth, and quickly climbed to the second floor.

With legs spread wide, he achieved a perfect 180-degree split using incredible flexibility.

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Chapter 58: Every sip and every bite, is it all preordained?

"My God..."

Unless one has undergone particularly rigorous specialized training, most people's attention will be completely drawn to the corpse of a fellow human. This is due to the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, developed after millions of years of evolution in this cruel world. The presence of a corpse means that the surrounding environment is dangerous, and that you yourself are not safe either.

Especially... their deaths weren't exactly peaceful. Except for the one who had just peeked out, whose head had been blown off by a single bullet, the other six didn't die from gunshot wounds. It looked more like their throats had been ripped open by the claws of some wild beast, leaving them bleeding to death. When the sheriffs arrived later, they saw the scene: blood had already pooled in the ground, almost reaching their feet.

Everyone says that Red Bird is a monster with three heads and six arms, a blue face and fangs, who transforms into a werewolf on the night of the Moon Plains, using his teeth and claws to kill anyone who disrespects him. The locals of Windblown Sands tell this story vividly, especially when they combine the Red Bird Tavern with Colin's tragic death, making it all seem even more plausible.

The sheriffs initially listened to it as just a story, and no one ever took it seriously.

But at this moment, this narrow alley, which seemed to be the embodiment of hell, made them feel fear subconsciously—because they did not see Hong Zhong's figure, only his "masterpiece" left behind.

Without using guns, how could one person kill six people in such a short time and then disappear without a trace like smoke? Is the person fighting against themselves truly human?!

Fear gripped them; they looked at each other, none daring to step inside, and naturally, no one noticed what was above them, until the sound of the firing pin being pressed was heard.

The dark muzzle of a gun looked down at them from above.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The muffled firing of the volcano pistol ripped through the deathly silence above the town of Windblown Sand. At a height, and with the enemy completely off guard, Zhang Renfeng could have easily wiped out the entire squad. But he didn't. After firing only four shots, he shifted his position, using his left leg to perform a powerful leap comparable to a pilot's, directly onto the roof.

"Ah... I've been shot, I've been shot..."

"It's Hongzhong, he's on the roof!"

"Focus fire! Focus fire now—!!"

After firing for so long, they finally found him. Bullets rained down on him as Zhang Renfeng crept forward on the rooftop. The incessant crackling sound reminded him of the firecrackers during festivals back home. Wood chips flew everywhere as bullets quickly pierced the wooden planks used as cover, leaving holes in the eaves. He felt like someone without an umbrella, forced to walk through the pouring rain without a chance to catch his breath.

He knew very well that at a time like this, he couldn't afford to be slow. The slightest hesitation would mean being riddled with bullets!

The shelter the eaves could provide him was about to come to an end.

He curled up, covered his head and face with his arms, and then jumped!

"Thump—!!"

He smashed through the wall of one building from the rooftop and leaped directly into another. Fortunately, his basic skills were exceptionally solid and did not decline despite his advanced training. Falling from the second floor, without any cushioning, he only needed to roll over to dissipate the impact.

He stood up smoothly, looked around, and his eyes met those of the owner who was hiding behind the bar.

Red Bird Tavern.

Speaking of which, my first debut battle in Wind and Sand was right here. And everything that followed started from there.

It is said that "every drink and every bite is preordained," and at this moment, Zhang Renfeng truly believed in cause and effect.

He gave his boss a friendly smile.

In interpersonal communication, language accounts for only about 30%, while the remaining 70% consists of body language and micro-expressions. Zhang Renfeng was certain that his friendly message had been conveyed, because the shopkeeper paused for a moment, then turned around, pulled a square bottle of Kentucky bourbon whiskey from the counter, and casually tossed it to him.

Zhang Renfeng instinctively raised his hand to catch it, his face filled with utter bewilderment.

"Here, have a drink." The shopkeeper glanced at the sheriffs who had gathered outside the house, lowered his voice, and whispered, "I haven't spent all of the $150 you gave me yet."

Zhang Renfeng stroked the wine bottle, feeling quite gratified.

Chuck had paid him $150 for his services, but after the operation, he left it all on the bar counter, getting nothing in return – essentially working for free. In reality, the damage he caused to the shop was definitely less than $150, but Zhang Renfeng was too lazy to calculate it further, so he simply left it there as compensation for the lost wages of the past few days.