Chapter 50: Mao Yun Fierce Battle.
"Let’s split everything in half and we won’t make things difficult for you." A deep hoarse voice shouted, pointing his weapon at Mao Yun.
At the center of a grand hall, dust and debris scattered everywhere. Mao Yun stood surrounded by a group pointing their weapons at him.
Looking at their greedy faces, Mao Yun sneered. "This belongs to me. Stop spouting nonsense. If you want to fight, bring it on."
He might not have a hot temper like Zhang Wei, but he was no coward. He pointed his spear at the group with disdain playing on his lips.
If they thought they could pressure him with their numbers, they were wrong.
"Humph! Then die." A woman in her mid-thirties shouted and pounced on Mao Yun.
Mao Yun was lucky to find a room filled with treasure while others who entered the palace could only settle for the scraps. Some did not even find anything.
Looking at the bulging bag behind Mao Yun with a few weapons. How could they control their greed?
With the woman taking the lead, others did not care and charged at him.
Bang! Bang!
A deafening sound echoed inside the grand hall followed by a miserable scream.
The woman was sent flying, crashing to the side wall. On her chest were two ghastly holes with blood mixed with her organs flowing out.
What!
Everyone inside the hall was stunned. They looked at Mao Yun and saw him holding a strange weapon.
What’s that?
This was the first time they had ever seen a weapon that could kill an Intermediate First Rated Martial Artist with such ease.
Fear gripped their hearts and they halted their charge.
Mao Yun sneered. "Is there anyone who wants to take my things?" His voice was cold, filled with terrifying killing intent.
No one responded, each calculating how to react to the situation.
"Everyone let us attack together. This thing can only attack a couple of times and if we are careful not to get hit by it. We can take him down." A man in his mid-forties shouted.
He wore a cunning smile as he looked at the others.
Although he did not know how many times Mao Yun could shoot those terrifying things.
He believed after a few sacrifices, he would get his hands on the treasures.
Just thinking of the huge treasures made his hands itch with anticipation.
"I agree. We just need to watch out for the weapon attack." Another person added.
Mao Yun watched their faces and knew their greed would not allow him to go without a life-and-death battle.
Since things had developed to this stage, there was no reason for holding back any longer.
Bang! Bang!
Before they could react, Mao Yun released two deadly shots. One shot hit its mark while the second shot missed its mark.
Whoosh!
Danger!
Using his movement skill, Mao Yun dodged the spear attack.
"Die!"
A man appeared behind him and swung his big axe. Mao Yun reacted swiftly, rolling to the side and releasing another shot.
Bang!
The man’s leg was blasted into smithereens and a soul-rending wail escaped from his lips as he fell to the ground.
Without bothering to look at the man, he swung his spear to deflect an attack.
The force pushed him back and his hand trembled.
’I can’t use the Runic Revolver too much. I don’t have any spirit stones to power it.’ He thought and decided quickly.
He avoided another attack by a hair and tucked the revolver into his pants. He gripped his spear with both hands and responded to their attacks in kind.
When the few remaining saw Mao Yun not using the strange weapon anymore, they wore a look of victory.
Their faces twisted with greed and they increased their attacking power.
The group was locked in a life-and-death battle. Mao Yun pushed himself to the limit.
His Mortal Grade weapon boosted his attack, giving him an advantage.
Ahhhh!
Another person fell to the ground with a deep hole in his neck. His face had already lost the previous greed and was now replaced with regrets.
However, no one batted an eye at him.
The three remaining people battled with determination.
As long as they got this treasure, their lives would change forever and their future would be secure.
This was the thought on everyone’s mind.
For Mao Yun, he would not allow some greedy bastards to trample on him to get their hands on his loot.
Ahhh!
Mao Yun let out a guttural scream as a dagger cut deep into his back.
Gnashing his teeth, he twisted his body and kicked the woman in the chest.
Bang!
Ahhhhh
The woman was sent flying like a ragdoll. She crashed into a pillar, no one knew whether she was dead or alive.
Covered in blood, Mao Yun staggered back, his head dizzy and his face pale. He was losing blood at an alarming speed.
Biting his tongue, the pain surged through his body and his mind regained clarity just enough to see the deadly cold blade a few inches from his neck.
Instinctively, he leaned back just in time for the blade to scrape his neck. A gasp escaped from him, fear crept up his face.
That was close! Too close!
From his left, another attack came crashing again, giving no time to catch his breath. He raised his spear and deflected the attack, rolling to the side to avoid another attack.
Bang! Bang!
A deafening sound echoed in the hall, followed by a miserable scream. Two of the people fell on their knees, blood gushing out of their mouths.
The last person, the cunning man who started the instigation, was stunned. He halted his attack for a brief second and his face twisted into fear.
How was this possible?
How was he still able to use the strange weapon again? He screamed in his mind.
He planned everything. For such a long-range weapon, he believed it could only be used a couple of times but he was wrong.
Too wrong.
’Shit!’ He cursed.
Whoosh!
Without hesitating, he turned and escaped with his greatest speed. Now that he was proven wrong about the strange weapon, he lost interest in the battle.
Watching his decisive departure, Mao Yun did not try to stop him. His injury was too grave for him to care about anything else.
He lay on the ground, panting heavily, and a slow faint smile crept up to the corner of his lips.