The Japanese soldiers became even more frenzied upon seeing this. They accelerated their shell loading speed, sending even more artillery rounds and machine-gun fire toward the group.
Some of the experts seemed to find dodging too much of a hassle. As the shells reached a certain radius around their bodies, the trajectories twisted eerily, and the projectiles were repelled or bounced away. They then exploded in mid-air, reduced to drifting ash. Other shells were directly decomposed into metallic powder, scattering with the wind.
The Old Taoist Master, Zhang Zhiwei, and Zhang Chulan were even bolder in their displays of skill. Their figures flickered, and they actually altered the flight paths of the shells without detonating them. Then, they tapped their toes onto the high-speed shells—Riding the Cannons.
They descended from the mountain ridge like streaks of blinding lightning, diving straight into the Japanese Great Camp. The outer defensive works, which appeared so sturdy, were as fragile as wet paper before them. The dense barbed wire melted and vaporized the instant the electrical currents swept past. The sandbag bunkers were blown apart by invisible forces, sand flying in every direction. Even the landmines hidden underground were either detonated by the powerful magnetic fields before being triggered or simply rendered inert.
Countless bullets were torn apart and evaporated by the violent currents and magnetic fields before they could even get close to their bodies. Nearly a hundred magnetic field powerhouses crashed into the chaotic Japanese camp like tigers among sheep.
A one-sided slaughter began.
Current Push granted them speeds that defied common sense. Their figures pulled trails of electrical afterimages throughout the camp. Ordinary Japanese soldiers holding rifles didn't even have time to aim; their eyes could only capture a fleeting flash of light, and descending with that light was death.
Squelch—
A flash of electricity passed, and a Japanese officer's body went rigid. Moments later, amidst a shrill scream, he was turned into two charred segments of smoking coal.
Bang!
Another soldier blocking the path was struck by a magnetic field martial artist's fist. The immense power instantly penetrated his body, and his entire being exploded into a rain of shredded meat and blood.
Impact, tearing, electrocution, crushing... all manners of death were enacted within the camp. There was no resistance, no struggle; no one even had time to let out a dying wail. The camp echoed only with desperate screams accompanied by the hum of electricity. The once heavily guarded military base had become a living hell for the invaders. Blood stained the earth, and charred limbs were scattered everywhere. The air was thick with the nauseating stench of blood and burnt flesh.
Zhang Zhiwei's objective was clear. He ignored the panicked, fleeing soldiers around him. His gaze locked onto a small figure near the edge of the camp who was using a stealth technique, attempting to sneak away behind a group of guards—the Ninja Leader of Bihe Mountain.
This old bastard no longer possessed his previous arrogance or cruelty; his face was a mask of sheer terror. The scene before him had completely overturned his understanding of reality. This was not power a human could possess; these were demons!
He suddenly realized Zhang Zhiwei was heading straight for him. Meeting Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, he sensed with sharp intuition that this man was coming specifically for him!
"Protect me! Quickly, protect me!"
The Ninja Leader broke his stealth, kicking a soldier in front of him toward Zhang Zhiwei while his hands rapidly formed seals.
Poof!
A thick cloud of black smoke exploded. His figure vanished instantly—Ninjutsu:(Hazy Clone). Simultaneously, several identical Ninja Leaders appeared in different directions, attempting to deceive Zhang Zhiwei.
However, before Zhang Zhiwei's 50,000 HP Magnetic Field Rotation power, all of this was futile.
"Hmph."
The Old Taoist Master gave a soft snort. A massive electromagnetic induction had already blanketed the entire camp. Any minute energy fluctuation could not escape his perception. He waved his hand casually.
Zip!
A slender yet incredibly condensed streak of golden lightning sliced through the air. It accurately struck one of the "Ninja Leaders" who was quietly retreating.
Crackle—
Lightning flared. The clone was instantly reduced to ash. The real Ninja Leader groaned, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth as he suffered the backlash. He didn't dare stop, performing another technique.
Substitution Technique!
Leaving a clone in his place, his true body appeared in the shadows of a tent dozens of meters away. After the Old Taoist Master charged into the tent area, the ground suddenly collapsed to reveal a pit trap filled with poisoned spikes. Several poisoned shuriken were launched rapidly toward the Old Taoist Master's back. Simultaneously, toxic smoke billowed out to obscure his vision.
"Ren!"
The Ninja Leader activated another technique, Ren (Ripple). Invisible waves spread out, attempting to command the ninjas hiding in the dark and the summoned Shikigami to encircle and suppress the target.
However, under the shroud of the Old Taoist Master's Magnetic Field Rotation power, those attacks could not harm him in the slightest. All toxic smoke was purified and dispersed by invisible forces before touching him. The poisoned projectiles were decomposed in mid-air. As for the Ninja Leader's "Ren"? It was a joke before Zhang Zhiwei's powerful electromagnetic induction. Not only could he clearly "hear" every command the Ninja Leader gave, but he could also use his magnetic field to interfere with the instructions, throwing the ninjas' movements into total chaos and causing the newly summoned Shikigami to lose control and attack indiscriminately.
"How? How can this be!" The Ninja Leader was in utter despair. All the ninjutsu and methods he took pride in were like children's games before this "demonic priest"—completely fragile and useless.
On the other side...
"EI—TA—!!!"
Lu Ci let out a beast-like roar. His eyes were red as blood, and the electrical arcs around him were violent to the extreme. He transformed into a burst of exploding lightning, smashing through every obstacle in his way. He charged straight for the man in the crowd who was gripping a katana with a neurotic, crazed smile.
Eita sensed an unprecedented crisis, but his damaged mind only grew more excited the more dangerous it became. He gave a low growl, his Qi erupting as the Hirumari blade in his hand hummed. He violently slashed forward, unleashing a Qi blade that tore the air with a piercing shriek.
However, compared to Lu Ci's violent Current Push power, this strike was pitifully weak. With a crackle, the slash was directly torn apart by the electricity coiling around Lu Ci. Lu Ci's speed did not slow down for a second.
BOOM!!! The two collided violently. Electricity and blade-light intertwined and crashed, each impact letting out a deafening roar. Dissipated energy tore savage cracks into the ground. Dust and stone flew everywhere. (If Ian hadn't said "don't let them die too easily," Lu Ci would have killed him in an instant.)
In front of the light screen, at the Lu Family ancestral home, the young Lu Ci stared intently at the blood-soaked, crazed figure fighting in the screen. His breathing became heavy. That was Eita! The enemy who murdered his brother! And that violent figure who looked so much like himself was fighting him. Intense shock and inexpressible emotions surged in his chest.
'Kill him! Kill him!!' he screamed silently in his heart.
On the other side of the battlefield, Zhang Chulan looked at his two opponents with a bit of boredom: Sakon, Ukon, and the hulking Mingshan. Sakon and Ukon were the Ninja Leader's core guards, known as the elite among samurai, while Mingshan was over two meters tall, capable of smashing the Tang Sect's Black Python Armor with raw physical strength alone.
But even so, they were no different from ordinary people before Zhang Chulan and his 30,000 HP magnetic power.
"Tch, how boring," Zhang Chulan curled his lip. "The Sect Leader thinks too highly of them, actually sending me to deal with them specifically."
Complaints aside, he didn't hesitate when he moved.
Magnetic power operated. The katanas in Sakon and Ukon's hands suddenly bent and deformed eerily into twists. Then, Zhang Chulan manipulated the invisible magnetic force to control Sakon and Ukon's bodies, forcing them into a "fratricidal" battle with Mingshan. Mingshan was utterly confused, trying to wake his comrades but forced to constantly parry attacks from his own teammates. Finally, he lost his patience and exploded with a full-force counterattack. Under Sakon and Ukon's desperate gazes, Mingshan's heavy fists beat them into a bloody pulp.
As Mingshan roared and charged at Zhang Chulan, the latter merely gave a contemptuous smile. Magnetic fields compressed instantly. Zhang Chulan threw a casual punch, and the terrifying force caused all three to vanish as a massive crater was smashed into the ground, dust billowing.
"What uninteresting opponents," Zhang Chulan stretched his wrists, his gaze shifting to the distant battlefield. "And these are the so-called elites?"
"Job's done."