Chapter 11 The Fury of the Vajra

Da da da~~~

The muffled sound of the fence being smashed open instantly alerted the indigenous armed forces in the base, and dozens of gunmen turned around one after another.

Dozens of gun muzzles spat out fierce fire snakes, and in an instant, bullets rained down on the three large monks!

At this distance, with this density, if hit, not to mention a Huajin martial artist, even a Baodan grandmaster would be riddled with holes in an instant!

No amount of Golden Bell Shield or Iron Shirt could withstand it.

Boom!

The moment the three large monks landed, they all took a step forward, like three mad elephants, red-eyed brown bears. With one crash, they overturned a green pickup truck behind the fence!

Immediately, the three of them roared and stomped on the ground, their blood vessels bulging, their muscles and bones furious, bursting out with terrifying power.

Using their momentum, they crashed again, sending the overturned truck flying several meters, crashing towards Tuo Xiang in the crowd!

How fierce! ?

An Qisheng was taken aback. These Shaolin Temple monks were indeed not vegetarians.

He lowered his body, dodging the stray bullets, while spitting out strength from his palm, breaking the wooden fence and rushing into the base.

These three big monks had already taken the lead, and he had to help them.

"Kill! Kill these bald donkeys!"

Tuo Xiang was startled and retreated in horror, firing wildly.

Although the truck he bought was just an outdated model from many years ago, it weighed more than two tons. To be able to overturn the truck, these three monks were simply not human!

Da da da da~~~

The other indigenous soldiers were also frightened, their faces changed drastically, and they fired bullets as if they were free.

"Shixiong, capture the leader first!" (Senior brother)

Shi Xinlu and the other monk exhaled, stomping their feet, the huge recoil force being transferred into the ground. At the same time, using the recoil force, they crashed into the truck again.

Three crashes, three bursts of strength!

Bang!

The truck overturned again, and several gunmen were caught off guard and were crushed into meat paste.

Pfft pfft~

Shi Xinlu and the other monk staggered, and blood splattered on their bodies immediately.

Their faces were as red as if they were burned by fire, and blood dripped from their shiny foreheads.

Their blood energy and strength had been pushed to their limits.

They were shot several more times as they spoke.

"Shidi!" (Junior brother)

Shi Xinlong gritted his teeth, his flushed face turning even redder.

While Shi Xinlu and the other monk were crashing and retreating, he shook his shoulders, flipped over the overturned truck, and pounced on the retreating Tuo Xiang like a hungry tiger.

"That big monk..."

An Qisheng jumped and went around to the other side, just about to make a move, but his eyelids twitched at this scene.

That Shi Xinlong was outrageously fierce, avoiding vital points, and rushing into the crowd despite the blood splattering on his body!

Once he entered the crowd, he displayed his fierce and unparalleled killing skills.

His attacks were fatal, a powerful and heavy straight punch directly breaking the neck of a gunman blocking his path, and a head flew more than ten meters in the spurting blood!

"Bald donkey! Bald donkey!"

Tuo Xiang's face changed drastically, and he pushed two gunmen in front of him with a shake of his hand.

He ran away, crawling and rolling.

He was once a disciple of Miao Xiu, and although his kung fu was average, he had a good eye. Such an expert could kill him on the spot in three moves at most!

"Get out of the way!"

Shi Xinlong no longer had the smiling Buddha-like appearance he had before. His eyes were wide open with anger, like a demon-subduing Arhat, and he swung his fist back!

Bang!

The gunman in front of him was struck by lightning, his skull burst open, his head like a rotten watermelon, and red and white juice splattered everywhere.

His head was smashed by this monk with one punch!

"Ah!"

Another gunman screamed in fright, his jaw shattered by Shi Xinlong with one kick.

In the blink of an eye, he leaped more than ten meters, killing four gunmen in a row, chasing after Tuo Xiang.

"Kill! Kill him!"

Tuo Xiang was terrified, running with all his might.

Shi Xinlong was blocked by the crowd and failed to catch up immediately, roaring repeatedly in anger.

"Damn! If he escapes, those gunmen will have no scruples!"

An Qisheng thought to himself.

He had seen the ruthlessness of this group of desperadoes, who didn't care about their companions at all. If Tuo Xiang escaped, Shi Xinlong would definitely die here in the next wave of fire.

Although he had no friendship with these three big monks, he couldn't just watch them die like this.

Bang!

He was anxious, and his feet suddenly exerted force, taking three steps in two, rushing into the gunmen who were facing away from him.

His heart was ruthless, and his actions were even more ruthless!

He used the *Kui Xing kicks* and *the boy worships Buddha punch*. In the blink of an eye, the four gunmen blocking him were sent flying, spurting blood!

Then, with a loud shout, he crashed forward, knocking the other two gunmen aside.

With one stride of more than ten meters, he shook his shoulders, spread his arms wide, and swung them like iron hammers, killing the enemies on both sides.

Then, he bowed his body, suddenly closing his wide arms, hugging Tuo Xiang, whose face changed drastically, in his arms!

How great was An Qisheng's power now?

After entering the Huajin realm, his physical strength had greatly increased. He had enlightened himself in the mountains and forests for two months, and his *horizontal training* was nearing completion. This *old bear hugs a tree* move could break a real tree!

With this hug, Tuo Xiang, even with his own kung fu, had no chance to resist!

"Ah!!!"

As if all the gas in his body was squeezed out at once, Tuo Xiang let out a earth-shattering scream.

It shook half of the base.

"General! It's the General's voice!"

"The General has been captured!"

"Let go of the General!"

The gunmen in the base were alarmed by the scream and couldn't help but lower their guns and stop shooting.

"Stop!"

An Qisheng loosened his arms, grabbed Tuo Xiang's neck with one hand, lifted him up, and shouted loudly at the same time.

He had been holding his breath for a long time, and this exhalation was like thunder on the ground, shaking half of the base.

"Heh heh~"

Tuo Xiang's eyes bulged, his hands futilely grabbing the arm that was tightly gripping his throat, and his lower body had lost consciousness.

His waist had been broken by An Qisheng's hug!

Now, it was visible to the naked eye that his waist was much thinner than any snake waist or A4 waist.

"General!"

This base was created by Tuo Xiang himself, and he had absolute authority.

Now that he had been captured, all the gunmen in the base were in a panic. Although they did not put down their guns, they did not dare to shoot at will.

"It's stable."

An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. An, Miao Xiong and the others didn't appear during this battle. They may have taken the opportunity to escape."

Shi Xinlong, still covered in blood, grabbed Tuo Xiang's neck with his dirty hand:

"Leave this to me. The three of you go after them."

"Shixiong!"

Shi Xinlu frowned.

He and Shi Xinwu had only been shot two or three times, and had avoided vital points, so they were much less injured than Shi Xinlong, who had charged straight into the crowd.

"Go."

The wounds on Shi Xinlong's body had stopped bleeding. He glanced at the three of them:

"They can't kill me."

An Qisheng let go of his hand, glanced at the surrounding gunmen, and said coldly:

"Our people have surrounded this base. If you still want to resist, you will only die!"

With that, he turned and left.

The surrounding gunmen couldn't help but make way.

Shi Xinlu and the other monk exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, turned around, and went to the back mountain with An Qisheng.

........

Several miles away on the mountain road, a truck was driving in the night.

Listening to the faint sound of gunfire, Miao Xiong closed his eyes and sighed:

"Tuo Xiang is finished..."

"The Wang family is too deceiving!"

Miao San gritted his teeth.

"It's not the Wang family. The Wang family doesn't have the ability to destroy all of this. It's the government... From the moment the teacher protected Tuo Xiang, this matter was already doomed."

Miao Xiong rubbed his temples:

"Speed up. They can catch up at any time. We must leave quickly, escape into Thailand, and go out to sea from the Gulf of Thailand. Once we are at sea, they can't do anything to us!"

"Yes!"

The others nodded.

.......

On the blue sea, a small boat drifted with the waves.

On the deck, Tong Zhengyang, dressed in black, lay on a rocking chair, basking in the sun.

He held a book in his hand, and a trace of ripples appeared in his cold eyes:

"This world's understanding of the human body's meridians has reached this level? It's a pity that I have already cultivated the *qi* meridians, but I can also learn from it..."

"It's time to eat again..."

He frowned, and the expressionless Kimura Minoru walked out of the cabin with a small bag:

"Master, your military ration pills."

"Mm."

Tong Zhengyang opened his mouth and allowed Kimura Minoru to pour pills the size of longans into his mouth.

These pills were the high-grade military ration pills developed by Fusang.

Gudong~

Like a stone falling into a deep well.

Tong Zhengyang took a deep breath, and his meat grinder-like stomach had already digested hundreds of military ration pills.

If a Fusang martial artist were here, they would definitely be dumbfounded, because the highest-level military ration pill was enough to sustain a Baodan martial artist for three days.

"It's still too bad. I wonder if the so-called Bigu Pill (grain-avoidance pill) will be better..."

A trace of red appeared on Tong Zhengyang's pale face.

He looked at the boundless sea, and his indifferent eyes moved slightly:

"What is that place in front? How far is it from Da Xuan?"

"In front..."

Kimura Minoru lowered his head blankly, pulled out a nautical chart, and glanced at it:

"In front is the Gulf of Thailand, more than two thousand kilometers away from Da Xuan..."