"We'll provide cover, you guys charge forward."
The captain of the 031 Special Forces squad shouted.
"No need for that trouble, I'll clear the way. You follow me and clean up any stragglers."
As Zhao Yan spoke, he lit a smoke grenade and put it in his mouth, then single-handedly lifted up the M2 heavy machine gun that the rebels had set up on their fortifications.
This machine gun was made in America, weighing over 100 pounds unloaded, with a 12.7mm caliber, firing rate of 450-580 rounds per minute, and an effective range of 1800 meters.
It was specifically designed to engage armored vehicles.
"Two people, bring me the ammunition belt."
Ignoring everyone's stunned gazes, he calmly uttered a sentence before charging forward, his movements still remarkably agile, carrying the massive weapon as if it were nothing.
What a badass, so confident!
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat..."
Zhao Yan completely disregarded the recoil as he fired on the move, the muzzle violently shaking, palm-sized rounds spewing out, sparks flying, instantly mowing down several rebels at the waist, their blood and entrails spilling everywhere.
Both sides were stunned by the ferocious attack, and the rebels charging forward panicked and scrambled for cover.
"Do... do all your snipers from the Summer Nation's special forces have such a high standard?" The captain of the 031 Special Forces squad asked Luo Siming in a dazed manner.
Being able to accurately toss grenades into fortifications from hundreds of meters away, single-handedly wielding a heavy machine gun while spraying fire, was the sniper rifle on his back just for decoration?
The people of the Summer Nation are truly formidable!
Luo Siming wiped the sweat from his face: "I'll be honest, this is the first time I've seen something like this too. Do you... believe me?"
This is way too intense, like Rambo come to life!
A human nuclear weapon!
"Heh heh." The 031 Special Forces captain let out a chuckle.
You don't even understand your own soldier? Who would believe that?
"What are you all standing around for? Move it, you dogs!" Zhao Yan turned and waved, shouting a couple phrases of broken English commonly heard on construction sites.
This finally snapped everyone out of their daze as they began advancing.
The main reason for their hesitation was that this was the first time they had witnessed a superhuman in reality, leaving them stunned.
Zhao Yan charged ahead with a cigarette in his mouth and the heavy machine gun in hand, as if entering an uninhabited area, continuously spraying the streets, each armor-piercing round leaving a trail of blood splatter through the cover.
He single-handedly pinned down the entire group, preventing them from raising their heads.
Occasionally a few rebels would peek out to return fire, only to be swiftly gunned down by the 031 Special Forces team and the Hidden Sword Special Operations Team.
What originally seemed like a mission destined for demise, suddenly appeared much less daunting.
"RPG!" A rebel leader roared.
Immediately after, an RPG rocket flew towards Zhao Yan and the others.
"Take cover!" Luo Siming cried out in alarm.
Zhao Yan also chose to temporarily evade, as it would be too horrific if he tried to withstand the rocket with his body.
Boom!
The explosion claimed several lives.
But the rest had to continue fighting.
"B squad, attack from the left apartment building. C squad, from the right. A squad will provide cover with me down here for Li Fei!" Luo Siming rapidly issued tactical orders.
"Roger! B squad, follow me!"
"C squad, with me!"
The 031 Special Forces captain was also deploying tactics.
Soon, multiple squads renewed their assault.
More and more rebels arrived as reinforcements, and the battle intensified, forcing Zhao Yan to take cover as he fought.
After all, he couldn't reveal his ability to withstand bullets.
How annoying, he had already become invincible.
Yet he still had to pretend to be... an ordinary person?
"Rat-tat-tat..."
Zhao Yan took shelter behind a car, propping the heavy machine gun on the hood as he continuously fired down the street.
The muzzle roared, rounds pouring out, blood and shredded flesh flying, like a merciless reaping machine, repeatedly taking the lives of rebel after rebel.
Under Zhao Yan's absolute fire superiority, the team advanced quickly, drawing ever closer to the central warehouse.
"Screw this! No more pretense!"
Out of ammunition, Zhao Yan tossed the machine gun aside.
He then picked up an automatic rifle with a bayonet from the ground, leaping into the air and opening fire on the enemy's cover as he soared.
Rat-tat-tat... as he landed, three rebels taking shelter were struck in the head and fell.
Zhao Yan charged forward rapidly, jumping straight into the enemy fortifications, his bayonet stabbing precisely into the throat of a rebel leader.
Shplurch--
Scorching hot blood splattered across Zhao Yan's face.
The other rebels' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Never seen a real man before? I'm going to mess you all up today!" Zhao Yan sneered, pulling out the bayonet and slashing sideways, decapitating a man with a single stroke.
A real man does manly deeds!
Luo Siming and the others were left utterly disheveled by the sight.
They felt that in the future, the Foreign Ministry could promise the world: To maintain global stability, as long as the enemy does not use nuclear weapons, our side will never deploy Li Fei.
The Hidden Sword Division Eagle of Swallow Double Eagle!
"Devil! He's the devil! By God almighty!"
"Run! Don't kill me!"
The rebels' morale was shattered, their faces etched with intense fear as they dropped their weapons and fled in sheer panic.
After all, they were just mercenaries taking money for the job.
The orders from above only mentioned intercepting the enemy, but definitely didn't say anything about intercepting a superhuman!
"You want to run? Did I give you permission?"
"Remember, I am God!"
Zhao Yan's face was covered in blood, his expression ferocious, each hand gripping a light machine gun as he relentlessly pursued and fired.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat..."
"Woo-hoo!"
Like he was playing a video game, Zhao Yan chased after the fleeing rebels while wielding two machine guns, firing nonstop, the men in front of him falling like wheat being harvested row by row.
The rebels who had arrived as reinforcements joined the retreat after witnessing their comrades fleeing, as rebels could only fight battles stacked in their favor.
Moreover, once a rout began, it would not stop.
This had been the case since ancient times.
Luo Siming and the others could only follow behind, using cover to eliminate any remaining rebels hiding nearby.
They had to clear a path for their eventual retreat.
At this time, within the central warehouse, the Dragon Soul Special Operations Team heard the gunfire approaching from outside where the rebels were stationed.
"It must be our reinforcements! Check your weapons and go out to meet them!" The Dragon Soul team leader ordered.
The others were also filled with high morale.
The Dragon Soul team was in dire straits, with only around twenty survivors out of their original force of over forty, including the wounded.
In other words, they had suffered nearly 50% casualties.
They had been seething with a desire for vengeance.
But when they charged out of the warehouse, fueled by their fighting spirit and thirst for revenge, they were left dumbfounded.
They saw a group of rebels wailing as they fled, chased by a fully armed man wielding two light machine guns, laughing maniacally as he continued firing.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat..."
One body after another fell.
"Holy crap! Swallow Double Eagle?!"
One team member rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
In the blink of an eye, having lost over a dozen men, the rebels vanished from sight, while the "Swallow Double Eagle" approached them.
Everyone tensed up and stood at attention.
Zhao Yan walked up to them, casually tossing aside a light machine gun, flicking away the cigarette butt before saluting them: "I'm Li Fei, sniper of the A squad from the Hidden Sword Special Assault Team, sent to bring you home."
Everyone: "......"
We just witnessed you charging ahead wielding two machine guns, shouting crazily as you chased after a group of rebels, firing wildly like a madman. Now you're saying you're a sniper?
"Are you sure your position is as a sniper?" The Dragon Soul Special Operations Team leader asked, his expression twitching.
"Doesn't seem like it? But I still have my rifle." Zhao Yan turned his back to them, revealing an untouched sniper rifle.
From the pristine condition of the barrel, they could tell this sniper rifle had never been fired, so it was just for show as proof of identity?
Zhao Yan, seeing that they had not yet reacted, reasonably explained, "You see, as a sniper, it's only natural for me to carry two light machine guns with me at all times, just in case any unexpected situations arise."
Everyone: "......"
What the hell?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
