Sinmonger Chapter 9: Instant conversion

Miao Long followed the direction of the sniper projectile, but he was shot a few times later. Of course, ordinary bullets would definitely not be able to hurt him. Ha 18m (1_1) Miao Long also knew that the shooter was the one who deliberately wanted to reveal the location and lead him somewhere.

So, Miao Long simply accelerated his speed, like a gust of wind in the desert, and flew forward in the direction where the bullets came from later. What surprised him was that even when he was moving at a high speed, the gunman's shooting at him did not stop, and the location of the hit was always on his head.

Finally, nearly two kilometers away from the steel commandment marching team, Miao Long saw the gunsmith. He was lying on a desert float, holding a sniper rifle, relying on the high terrain of a sand dune to snipe.

Miao Long looked at the gunsmith who was wearing the uniform of the Steel Commander and actually recognized him: "I know you, you are Charles Rolle, the traitor of the Royal Academy, the gunsmith."

The gunsmith put down his sniper rifle, "I want to ask you not to take action against this division. We have to rely on the strength of the Iron Commandment to take over the Imperial Army of Shuangying County. If this division is placed on the frontal battlefield, It's also quite powerful."

"Nonsense, I'm the emperor!" Miao Long said, shaking with one hand.

The gunsmith was sitting on the desert float. When the other party made a gesture, the whole float was wrapped in the surrounding sand and turned into a huge sand ball.

The desert plank soon exploded under the pressure of the sand, and when the sand dissipated, all that was left was the shattered metal wreckage and black smoke.

Miao Long didn't see the gunsmith's body, and he knew that this opponent wouldn't die so easily. really. At this moment, a few green awns shot out of the sand under his feet without warning.

Miao Long took a few steps back and avoided it easily. Seconds later, there was an explosion where he was standing. The sand exploded from the ground, a rain of sand fell from the sky, and the gunsmith also emerged from the ground with a strangely shaped firearm in his hand.

"When the blow just now... opened a way with this gun and hid under it?" Miao Long asked: "What exactly is your ability? Controlling the shots fired from various guns Bullets, changing their power and trajectory?"

"I guessed wrong, I made the gun, and the marksmanship has been practiced since childhood." The gunsmith replied: "I haven't used my abilities yet."

"Oh?" Miao Long sneered: "It's pretty good. You want to say that so far, you've relied on acquired skills in battle, right?" He paused: "Or, In fact, I have already said it. 1 (1) You answered like this, just trying to confuse the public and bluff, making me think that you are hiding some other abilities."

"You're really annoying." The gunsmith said, "I haven't seen anyone with fierce abilities, but what's your smug look on your face all the time... It seems that you have always been Dealing with people who are weaker than yourself?"

The gunsmith's intuition was astonishingly accurate, this time in one sentence.

Miao Long snorted coldly. However, his attitude remained unchanged: "I have no choice. Under the same instructor, I am just a little better than others, and my level rises faster than others. It's not something I can choose if there are weak people around me, even if I don't want to. It seems to stand out from the crowd..."

"Then you're just a crane," interrupted the gunsmith. He actually put the bone gun away: "A crane that is at ease among the chickens, full of superiority. While complaining that his companions are too weak, he enjoys the feeling of standing out from the crowd."

Miao Long's face became ugly, and the gunsmith ignored it completely, and then said: "If you're really dissatisfied, can't you just stay in the crane group? But you won't. In my opinion, you are not like that kind of person. People who are better than you can't get along . Your measure, but that's all."

The veins on Miao Long's temple were protruding, and the gunsmith's straight-forward attitude, accurate to the terrifying intuition, made a sharp disclosure. Miao Long instantly became angry.

"I really dare to say it..." Miao Long gritted his teeth and said: "When is it the turn of the weak to comment on the strength of the strong?" His fingers trembled like a spasm, and he clenched his fist: "You are courting death!"

As soon as Miao Long's voice fell, the entire sand dune they were standing on began to change shape. It was sunken in the middle like the mud embryo of a vase, and the walls were raised. After a while, the two of them seemed to be in a huge cylindrical chimney. .

"Have you even used this trick, it seems that you have met a very powerful guy." Cole said, looking at the sand pillar in the distance.

"Ah? What trick?" Tamson sat next to him, wearing a tank top and shorts, and his eyes were still blindfolded to prevent him from hallucinating to escape.

At this moment, the two of them were sitting on the sand, handcuffed. The muzzles of dozens of guns and the sniper scopes at long distances were all aimed at them.

Speighton and the accountant naturally saw this scene, and the two of them mixed back into the main force. No one would have thought that if it weren't for the existence of these two orderlies, I am afraid that the main force would have been gradually defeated in the **** battle.

"He's okay with the gunsmith?" the accountant asked: "He's a strong-level guy like you, and he meets a fierce-level guy..."

"Don't worry." Spellton replied: "If I don't think he has a chance of winning, and I won't agree to let him lead the other party out to deal with it alone, I think he must have some plan."

"Dude...that's the gunsmith...what plan could he have?" the accountant asked vacantly.

"Heh... Gunsmith, I'm afraid it's better than me and the betting snake combined." Spellton explained: "Besides Tianyi and Anshui, he is the person who has the most eternal core secrets in the organization. There's more to it than technology."

"Is there any peerless martial arts that cannot be accomplished?" said the accountant.

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Meanwhile, in the sand pillar.

"You put away the gun, are you ready to use the ability?" Miao Long sneered: "However, before that, you'd better think about how to deal with this."

The surrounding sand walls suddenly came alive, and the tiny sand converged into sharp arrows that shot out of the sand walls without warning, and shot at the gunsmith at a 360-degree angle without any dead ends.

Miao Long, standing about ten meters in front of the gunsmith, is very safe. He will also be accidentally injured by the sand arrow, but he is a fierce-level capable person and has energy protection all over his body. The power of the bullet is almost the same, and there is no need to dodge it.

“Even the moves are specially designed to deal with opponents weaker than him.” The gunsmith quickly dodged, but he also avoided most of the sand arrows: “Faced with the ability of the same level, you look like A rather spectacular trick, isn't it just a slick trick?"

"What's the wordy! It's a good move to kill you!" Miao Long finally couldn't hold back. Taking advantage of the gunsmith's limited movement, he rushed up and prepared to wring his opponent's neck with his bare hands.

But he never imagined that a powerful person could keep up with his speed and hold his arm tightly.

Sand arrows also stopped at this moment. The gunsmith looked at each other with ridicule in his eyes: "If the battle situation changes a little bit, it will be difficult for you to concentrate, and you will not be able to maintain even that useless move."

Miao Long poured energy into his hands, intending to break free, but suddenly found a grotesque sense of incongruity coming from his arms. When his eyes moved past, he was terrified, because his right forearm had turned into wood.

"Don't you believe that I have other abilities?" said the gunsmith, "How about this?"

"This is against the sky, big brother!" Miao Long shouted in his heart, but he didn't shout out.

"My ability is only to change a certain object for a long time. After reaching the strong level, the speed of transforming matter has improved, but the improvement is not too big, but I have recovered from a rock. I got inspiration and realized a new technique." The gunsmith said in a relaxed tone: "Under the premise of not changing the shape and volume, you can instantly turn a small piece of object you touch into any material. Of course, you can also Don't be so alarmed, the change produced by this move is temporary, and it will come back when I let go." As he spoke, he shattered Miao Long's wooden forearm.

Then, he "let go" unhurriedly. After the wood left the gunsmith's palm, it turned into flesh and blood again in a few seconds, but the broken pieces were always broken, and Miao Long's forearm drooped weakly. , The flesh is blurred, only a little bit of bone and skin adhesion.

It was just a strange feeling just now, but now it has evolved into a real pain. Miao Long's eyes were about to pop out. He had never been so seriously injured in battle before, and today he was severely injured by a guy lower than himself. Its self-esteem blows.

"It's impossible... I'm faster than you! Stronger!" Miao Long took a step back and raised his leg with a side kick.

The gunsmith dodged sideways and grabbed his knee again.

Miao Long's face turned green now~IndoMTL.com~ First, he really confirmed that the gunsmith was really no slower than himself in speed, and second, because his calf was turned into plastic.

"Theoretically, you can be faster and stronger than me, but please reflect on yourself. When dealing with a person with a lower level than yourself, your initial moves are long-distance and no physical contact. At that time, I knew that your level of hand-to-hand combat with others was worse than mine, so I didn't even want to use a gun. As for your understanding of ability levels and physical abilities, it's really bad, I've seen it before A guy wearing a mirror mask is fighting. At that time, he was only a strong level, but his speed and blood owls were a match. You have to understand that there is no absolute limit to physical ability, and level cannot be used as a basis for judgment." The gunsmith smiled. : "Besides, as a fierce-level person, you are really not that good."

"No...Wait!" Miao Long roared with a look of fear on his face.

The gunsmith still broke his plastic leg. After letting go this time, Miao Long finally couldn't help screaming.

"If you are a complacent crane in a chicken coop, then I'm an owl in a phoenix's nest. To a certain extent, ha... I also have arrogant capital." The gunsmith was only then leisurely. He took out the bone gun and pointed it at the opponent's forehead: "This time is not an ordinary bullet."