Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

“Eh?”

Jiang He blinked and threw a glance at the opposite yard.

Was he imagining things?

Why did he seem to hear a different sound just now, as if a bullet had pierced through a body?

“I must have imagined it. Why would there be anyone around after the whole village moved away?”

Shaking his head, Jiang He turned towards Dumbo and Trumbo.

Dumbo was lying behind the gatling gun and pressing on the trigger, whereas Trumbo had enlarged itself and stood on its two rear legs, loading bullet chain after bullet chain. The two beasts were beside themselves with joy firing, barking, and purring away as they sprayed bullets all over the night.

“Stop!”

“I’m just letting you test it. Why are you so excited?”

A good chunk of the bullet chain—over four thousand bullets—was used up just like that. In other words, the dog and cat had fired up to six million bucks, and not even literally burning money was that quick.

But that was fine, since money was no more than a number to Jiang He now.

Still, Dumbo stopped reluctantly.

It seems that it had not played enough.

But even after it stopped, its paw ‘accidentally’ touched the trigger—

Brrt!

The orange-red trail of two bullets streaked through the night, hitting the wall of their neighbor’s house.

“God damn it… Eh?”

Jiang He was about to scold it when he paused. His aura promptly burst out as his Dark Golden Combat Suit materialized, and he glared forward, Dragon-Slaying Saber in hand as he barked, “Who is it?”

He waited for seconds.

No answer.

Smirking, Jiang He said, “Sneaking around in the middle of the night? If you still wouldn’t come out, I would have to deal with you as if you’re a Sky Demon Cultist.”

He strode forward.

After all, the green belt and the road separating the opposite house and his own was over a dozen meters, and since his thunder-slash only extends ten meters, he had to walk a few steps before he could reach it.

At the same time, behind the wall of the opposite house.

The Sixth Elder touched his chest blankly, before finally reacting—

Whatever!

He promptly pulled off the mask of his nightclothes, the eyes over his fearsome face now scarlet.

Many dusty memories swept through his mind like a montage…

One could only say that the Sixth Elder had the worst luck.

Dumbo was merely practicing with the gatling gun and firing randomly.

And yet, that single bullet triggered its ‘armor-piercing’ effect before it struck him squarely on his chest, piercing his heart… then, even as he blanked out in bewilderment, the second bullet triggered the armor-piercing effect again before it hit him.

This time, the Sixth Elder was lucky because the bullet only got his lung.

Still, it was no thanks to him withdrawing his aura to hide himself, and did not use his True Qi at full power to protect his body… or the bullet would hardly have pierced him.

Everything happened by sheer coincidence!

“No…

“No!”

“I, Kun of the Left had trained in martial arts since I was a child, a manslayer whose name shook Southeast Asia twenty years before the revival of qi! The Saint acknowledged me upon my initiation into the Holy Faith and conferred me the rank of elder… how could I died, letting down hopes placed upon me and without revealing my true might?

“I, Kun of the Left would never die to a dog!

“Absolutely not!”

He burst out.

Boom!

His rank-nine aura was as blinding as the sun as he abruptly darted forward, the walls beside him crumbling under it as he charged!

He was still a powerful martial artist who had reached rank-nine for years. How powerful were his qi, blood, and vigor?

Even with his heart pierced, his abundant true qi shielded his heart and veins at once. He would not die as long as he did not burst out his aura or fight, and hanging on for another thirty minutes would not have been a problem.

Nonetheless, his heart being pierced was still a lethal blow. Even if his Holy Faith had holy potions that could cure death, where would he have the time to eat it?

What good was living another thirty minutes?!

He would kill Jiang He…

No…

He would kill Jiang He’s dog!

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But if he burst out with his energy like that, he would die in seconds.

His eyes crimson even as blood trickled down his lips, killing intent overflowing around his body as if it had become solid, surging towards Dumbo.

In that very instant, he could clearly feel his lifeforce draining away from his body… he would probably last another five seconds, but that was enough.

After all, how hard could it be to kill a rank-five advanced martial artist and a dog?

Whoosh!

Sixth Elder directly charged his arcanum, brandishing his combat blade as he streaked towards Dumbo with the wildest of poise!

It would not be too late for him to kill Jiang He after killing the dog!

Jiang He, who was approaching, sword in hand jumped, startled.

There really was someone?

A Sky Demon Cultist?

And such a horrific aura?

Was he rank-nine?

But…

Why was his killing intent aimed at Dumbo and not himself?

Who did he think he’s underestimating!

Yip!

Dumbo shuddered in fright.

‘What the heck?

‘I was just practicing how to use my master’s big heckin’ gun, so why is that dude looking like he cannot wait to skin me?’

Hence, just as its canine paw left the gatling gun trigger, it pressed down on it again by reflex.

Brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt!!!

Flames flared, shrouding Sixth Elder and knocking sparks over his True Qi shield.

Crack!

One bullet triggered armor-piercing effect again, directly penetrating his True Qi to strike him on a shoulder blade. But now that his True Qi was on full charge, what momentum remaining in the bullet only burst out a small puff of blood mist over Sixth Elder’s shoulder.

“Die!”

Sixth Elder became even more furious.

Why am I being so careful?

When he spotted Jiang He, directly unleashed all his strength—all he had to do was kill him instantly and then retreat. If he did that, would the bullet have pierced his heart?

But there was no medicine for regret in this world.

Raising his combat blade and swinging down, Sixth Elder’s Sword Qi slashed across the night, the horrific blade will it embodied tearing down upon Dumbo’s head.

While it appeared to be a long time in between, it was actually less than a second between the moment Sixth Elder started his charge until Jiang He could think. But when he saw the mysterious elite bounding towards Dumbo, Jiang He unleashed his power too!

True Qi surged, and the silhouettes of two great suns rose behind him.

“Stop!”

He bellowed in rage, swinging out his saber to block Sixth Elder’s blade.

Even so…

Without eating a pepper, Jiang He’s real combat ability was around the same as a rank-seven pinnacle’s…

Hence, the thunder-slash was cut apart with a single slash.

With that, the horrific blade will landed upon Dumbo’s head.

Sixth Elder cut down Dumbo with a single swing, before promptly turning around to laugh manically. “Haha! Your dog is dead, Jiang He! Now, it’s your turn!”

With those words, he promptly shot forward again, cutting down towards Jiang He with another slash embodying petrifying blade will.

He cannot afford to waste his five-seconds worth of life to drivel.

“How powerful!”

Jiang He couldn’t help praising sincerely!

That swing was as powerful as it was fast, and its blade will was locked on to Jiang He’s aura, permitting no escape. All Jiang He could do was praise it inwardly as the horrific slash landed of him.

Pow!

Jiang He was sent flying over dozens of meters, crashing through his neighbor’s wall and house.

Beneath the collapsed debris, however, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was lucky that he equipped his Dark Golden Combat Suit beforehand. Even so, that single swing of a blade…

“That slash was scary. I’m almost puking blood from the shock even though the Dark Golden Combat Suit, and it hurts!”

Jiang He’s True Qi stirred. Just as he was about to push off the debris covering him, he heard loud, maniacal laughter—

“Hahahaha!”

“Saint! The Kun of the Left could not accomplish the ambition of your Holy Faith!”

“But I die with no regrets!”

“All in the name of the Holy Faith!”

Rumble.

Suddenly that voice stopped.

Jiang He had shaken off the debris and stepped out, growling, “Really, Sky Demon Cult. What on earth is going on in your heads? Do all of you really have it in for me?!”

“You’re not dead! That’s impossible! That’s…”

Even as he held his blade like a crutch, Sixth Elder’s eyes widened even though he was ready to croak, and then…

Life drained away from his body.

Jiang He shivered then.

That glare of his…

Was so frightening.

And it was quite familiar, since he had seen it in the eyes of the Tranquil Heavenly General.

It was the eyes of someone who died with lingering grievance!