Inside several old, yellowed tents, Ming Zhitian overheard some high-ranking individuals celebrating in the largest tent.
Crawling closer to the tent's entrance, he heard excited voices from within: "You did well, Bali Tu. To have eliminated Bishop Boli, that thorn in our side, your contribution is immense. Welcome to our ranks, cheers!"
"Clink of glasses~"
Bali Tu smiled radiantly, "It is thanks to your guidance, Jieli'e. For providing me with such a great opportunity to get rid of Boli for you. I've had enough of him for a long time. Everyone, rest assured, capturing Niuakuguo is just around the corner. Come, let's have a few more drinks!"
Jieli'e was very pleased, "Good! Well said! ... Hahahaha...!"
Ming Zhitian pushed aside the tent flap and strode in, "You all have excellent taste. What a shame about this fine wine, you can only drink it in the underworld."
Inside were a total of eight people, with black, white, and brown skin. They were all mercenaries from various countries.
Jieli'e picked up a pistol from the table and aimed it at Ming Zhitian, "F*ck, how did you get in here?! Who are you?!"
Ming Zhitian looked at them, "Among you, who is a traitor who defected from the Swan Country? I am here to avenge a friend."
"Die!" Bali Tu drew a Desert Eagle pistol from his waist and fired at Ming Zhitian without restraint.
"Bang bang bang..."
Ming Zhitian had detected two individuals in the late stage of Small Circulatory Perfection as soon as he entered. Bullets posed no threat to him. He easily dodged the shots with a roll.
Before the two martial artists could react, Ming Zhitian sent one of them flying with a kick to the face. The other martial artist reacted and threw a punch at Ming Zhitian. Ming Zhitian ducked under it and immediately retaliated with a punch to the chest, caving it in.
"Ah! ... Ugh..." Both martial artists were killed with a single blow!
The other individuals reacted and quickly drew their pistols and shotguns!
Ming Zhitian swept his leg, knocking the weapons from the hands of all six of them. One of their shotguns misfired, hitting their own companion, who died instantly.
The remaining five were kicked away by Ming Zhitian, one by one. Jieli'e tried to say something, "Wait!..."
It seemed he wanted to negotiate, but he was mistaken. Ming Zhitian had no intention of listening to his nonsense.
Leaving Bali Tu, the traitor from the Swan Country, for last. As heavily armed soldiers rushed over, Ming Zhitian said to Bali Tu, "Hello, Boli sends his regards. How is your mother doing lately?"
Just as Bali Tu looked bewildered, Ming Zhitian ended his life.
At this moment, over a hundred heavily armed soldiers arrived and surrounded the area!
Several leaders looked at Ming Zhitian and the eight high-ranking officials lying in pools of blood, saying something in a jumble of sounds: "Ba li gu lu jie li xi ba la ga la ba jie lie ga la gei &%¥&*#$#!"
Ming Zhitian didn't understand a word. Then, one of them gestured and commanded:
"Fai Er!"
Ming Zhitian understood this word, "Open fire!"
As expected, Ming Zhitian picked up a rifle, took cover behind a rock face, and then heard countless bullets flying, "Pīlī Pālā...…"
"Tū tū tū tū tū tū Pēng Pēng Pēng…………"
Ming Zhitian didn't even look. Relying on memory, he propped the rifle against the rock face and then began sweeping it horizontally, "Tū tū tū tū tū tū………………………"
He only heard screams from the other side, indicating many hits. Then, he heard the sound of a rocket launcher being reloaded. Ming Zhitian quickly moved away from the rock face.
"Boom! ~"
The rock face was reduced to dust by the rocket launcher, followed by five incoming rockets. Ming Zhitian spun and dodged them. The five projectiles whizzed past him, turning the tent behind him into fireworks, "Pēng Hōng Lóng……!"
Then, fifteen grenades were thrown. Ming Zhitian, holding his rifle, shot them down in mid-air! "Boom,!"
As the bullets ran out, Ming Zhitian skillfully rolled a few times in the air, dodging all the incoming rapid fire. He picked up the empty magazines from the rifles one by one, then disassembled and reassembled them.
He pulled the trigger: "Tū tū tū tū tū tū……………"
After emptying the magazine, he reloaded. As the empty casings tinkled to the ground, Ming Zhitian perfectly executed a gunfight against a hundred people in mid-air. By the time he landed, the battle was over.