Chapter 336: Chapter 336

336: Chapter 116: Borshu 336: Chapter 116: Borshu When Yuki’s brain was frantically secreting neurotransmitters as Yuan Wenren’s leg was shot off, he felt an unprecedented urgency.

In this regard, he was more aware of the current situation than Yuan Wenren.

King Aqini would spare no expense to kill Xiang Shan.

Both his master and the Eighth Martial God were Xiang Shan.

And since his master had unintentionally revealed his identity and let the enemy catch a tail, what happened to the Eighth Martial God years ago could very likely happen again.

—I have to do something…

He thought to himself.

Yuan Wenren lay on the ground, firing firearms at the entrance filled with metal aerosol.

But the other side might be even stronger.

Bullets kept landing around Yuan Wenren’s body.

If it weren’t for Yuan Wenren constantly moving and a few loudspeakers nearby misleading the enemy’s determination of the sound source… she would have fallen to the enemy’s bullets long before.

—I have to do something…

At that moment, a notification suddenly popped up in Yuki’s peripheral vision.

Yuan Wenren had transferred her privileges.

These privileges seemed to be about partial control over Borshu.

Before Xiang Shan retired, he transferred a portion of his privileges to Yuan Wenren.

This privilege allowed Yuan Wenren to modify Xiang Shan’s restrictions on Borshu.

Xiang Shan was also prepared to die in battle below.

These privileges could either lift restrictions on Borshu, allowing this former Heavenly Gang member of Green Forest to join the fight, or they could completely disable the restrictions.

Xiang Shan’s original intention in limiting Borshu was to give him a chance.

If he truly reformed one day but couldn’t lift the restrictions set by Xiang Shan, that would be too tragic.

This data package seemed to be prepared in advance.

Yuan Wenren’s condition was dire, believing she might sacrifice herself here.

The Female Hero was not afraid of death; she was ready to make a final stand using the landmine formation against those foes.

However, Yuan Wenren had indeed underestimated the capabilities of this group directly under King Aqini.

She hadn’t expected to be defeated so quickly in the damage exchange phase.

But at this moment, she didn’t have the energy to unlock Borshu.

Essentially, Yuan Wenren had passed the decision to Yuki.

Yuki could awaken Borshu now to join the fight, or he could retreat immediately with Borshu and wait for Borshu to reform.

Yuki felt his mind go blank.

At this critical juncture, Yuki remembered his mother.

It seemed… during his master’s first battle against Green Forest, his mother…

Yuki gritted his teeth, ran to the vehicle.

The nameless little girl was secured in a crib made of scrap metal.

Seeing Yuki, the little girl smiled and waved her hand: “Yeah!

“Right…” Yuki took a deep breath: “Don’t be afraid…”

He quickly picked up the little one, then rolled out of the vehicle.

Liu Ri was just about to clench his weapon and dive into the fray when he saw Yuki coming out with the little girl, surprised, he asked, “What are you…”

Yuki handed the little girl to Liu Ri: “No time to explain.”

Having said that, he plunged back into the vehicle again.

Yuki issued a command to start the vehicle, setting it to release Borshu from his constraints.

Unsealing was more complex than he had imagined.

Yuki was close to panicking, but the “Camel” roared and quickly reached its top speed.

Yuki aimed for that entrance.

Then came a fierce jolt.

Yuki’s vision blacked out, and he passed out.

It probably lasted only a few seconds, but Yuki woke up.

He felt the “Camel” must have been jammed in the entrance. This text is hosted at novel{f}ire.net

He remembered hitting something right before passing out—probably one of the Houndhawks.

—Should be able to buy a little bit of time…

Yuki thought to himself, silently moving away from the driver’s seat.

He tried to open the rear hatch, but the overall deformation of the vehicle body made it impossible to open.

—Well, I did consider this possibility.

The young man raised his Eyebrow-Level Staff.

This was a basic-level cold weapon; according to Xiang Shan, start learning this, lay a good foundation, and other weapons would be easy to master.

The front of the cockpit was somewhat deformed.

Yuki could hear something—that was the sound of someone tapping on the external armor.

That was the adjustment of frequencies for a high-frequency blade or Sonicon Blade based on the metal feedback.

Then, a sword blade pierced through the external armor, into the cabin.

The sword tip was directly at the driver’s seat.

If Yuki had still been in the seat, he would have been struck right in the chest.

Prepared, Yuki swung his staff in a Rolling Circle, striking the flat side of the blade.

The rigid blade, taken by surprise, was shattered.

A confused cry came from outside.

Then, a grating sound ensued—that was the sound of metal deforming.

The enemy tried to tear open the armor directly.

Next, there was the sound of mechanical structures being destroyed.

Yuki raised his gun and shot through the cracks and crevices on the control panel.

The bullets seemed to have a bit of a deterrent effect.

The movements on the other side slowed slightly.

But that was just a slowdown.

They weren’t sure whether the martial arts skills of the people inside the vehicle were high or low, so they didn’t break through directly.

—Good, if they rush in, just think of a way to borrow force to strike…

how could that be possible haha…

Yuki really felt he might have been influenced by his master.

At the last moment of his life, he still had the mood to joke.

The young man lifted up the Iron Dust Bomb and placed his hand on the pin.

Xiang Shan had only taught him to use this kind of thing.

With other bombs, he wasn’t sure if he could inflict casualties on the enemies.

Something , which could cause a bit of trouble for the enemy, might be more useful in this situation.

—If I ignite the Metal Aerosol now, maybe I can take one with me…

With a bang, the Camel’s control console completely shattered.

Yuki threw the Metal Aerosol bomb he was holding.

The Ranger didn’t expect this suicide attacker Hero to still have quite a lot of physical strength and was stunned for half a second.

His blade horizontally slapped the Metal Aerosol bomb.

The bomb swiftly flew back and struck Yuki in the chest.

Yuki’s face changed, and he spurted out blood.

Metal Aerosol and blood mist sprayed out together.

Although the Ranger didn’t know what craziness this young Hero was up to, he still thrust his blade forward, planning to just take out this fool.

But suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed the guy’s wrist.

“Quite interesting,” Borshu said.

He had actually woken up ten seconds earlier, but he hadn’t made a move due to not being sure of the situation.

He just watched as Yuki tried to stop those Rangers from advancing.

Hearing this voice, Yuki immediately yelled, “Hurry… We mustn’t let these guys send out the information!”

ha.” Borshu was already fighting with that Ranger.

But he seemed quite at ease and even had the time to ask, “Is this the mission this time?

Is this putting Heroism into practice?”

“Of course!” Yuki yelled loudly.

Borshu chuckled lightly.

Then, a fierce high-frequency wave rolled over Yuki’s eardrums.

The wind, sharp like a knife, slashed across his skin.

By the time Yuki reacted, it was when Borshu was kicking open the rear cabin door, already tangled in combat with that Ranger.

“Get lost,” Borshu smiled.

“It’s no place for a Hero next.

Leave now, or I’ll kill you too!

Yuki stood up, his expression complex.

He was actually the one in the team who least trusted Borshu.

Yuan Wenren and Xiang Shan, for some considerations, were willing to give the guy a chance, but Yuki could not forgive any member of the Green Forest.

He uttered a low “sorry” to Borshu, then burst out of the vehicle.

Outside the vehicle was also a mist of metallic hue.

The Camel had overrun a bunch of Metal Aerosol bombs made into landmines.

Hearing this noise, Borshu laughed.

It began as a suppressed series of chuckles, then turned into a burst of loud, hysterical laughter.

“Carrying out Heroism…

Putting Heroism into practice…

Putting Heroism into practice…

Putting Heroism into practice, it’s been ages since I’ve said this ridiculous phrase…

That was from a long time ago.

When the “Striped Warrior” was invited to act together with comrades, he would ask— “Is this putting Heroism into practice?”

“It’s indeed very funny, terrorist.” The Ranger snapped.

“Going on a suicide mission is indeed your kind of Heroism.”

Behind him were five more Rangers.

Among them, only one had lost part of his limbs due to gunfire.

The other four Rangers had only minor damage to their External Armor.

Facing such a Hero, they were confident of victory.

My laughter isn’t because of that,” Borshu took a deep breath.

“Now that there’s no one else…

I don’t have to restrain myself anymore…

It really feels like it’s been ages since I’ve done this.”

Even the Ranger felt the chill in those words and stepped back half a step, preparing to brace himself again.

But then, he heard Green Forest Borshu bellow out the words he often said during his Green Forest days: “I’ll kill you!”

“Heroism” and “bloodlust” aligned at that moment.

Every other thought in Borshu’s mind ceased, and all his thoughts focused into the Martial Arts Algorithm.

With his mind unchained, his Martial Studies, relying on his supernatural Neural Reflexes, delivered the fastest punch.

When Borshu appeared at the front of the vehicle, all he heard were incredulous murmurs behind him: “Such a fast punch…”

Borshu stepped down from the vehicle.

No need to suppress anymore.

Green Forest Borshu was no longer a scourge of the world.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

Kill these Houndhawks!

The former Hero’s movement technique was like a Fierce Wave.

The former Green Forest’s Boxing technique was like a torrent.

Borshu’s spirit seemed completely freed from the gains and losses of each punch and kick.

The form of “martial” tumbled in his brain.

Borshu didn’t even notice when he had lost his right hand.

By the time he realized, he had also lost his right leg.

The Striped Warrior fell heavily to the ground, bouncing and rolling twice.

He had broken through the squad.

Only one enemy with similarly crippled limbs remained, holding a gun to his head in terror.

Borshu heard the guy murmur, “Madman…”

Heroism and bloodlust merged again.

Borshu knew what he had to do.

When the gunfire sounded, a mangled body sprang up from the ground.

Carrying the strongest move.