Chapter 45

"Ha!"

Zhao Futu, along with over a dozen Yellow Turban squad leaders, broke through the defenses of the Yellow Turban bandits. These bandits generally had lower combat capabilities; apart from a few minor leaders who could withstand a few moves from Zhao Futu, the rest were no match for him at all! Especially with the Desert Eagle in his left hand, he would occasionally fire a shot to the head!

Although the Desert Eagle is a beginner's equipment, it still belongs to the category of white weapon, and such equipment is quite valuable in the space, costing at least 1000 survival points. Weapons and equipment in the Nightmare Space are expensive, and many of the main mission spaces do not allow the equipment obtained there to be brought out. Therefore, many financially strained contractors only start looking for weapons and equipment after entering the main missions.

Although he longed for an infinite ammo version of the Desert Eagle, Zhao Futu was helplessly aware that he had never seen any gun with infinite ammo. The Nightmare Space only provides various services, but weapons and equipment cannot be directly purchased from it. These need to be obtained by contractors entering various Nightmare Spaces. The creation of battlefield missions is partly to facilitate contractors in obtaining equipment.

However, there is another method: through training auxiliary skills in the Nightmare Space, contractors can purchase some materials to forge their own equipment. For example, many low-level white cold weapons are provided by contractors who have the resources to learn forging auxiliary skills. If conditions permit, Zhao Futu also plans to learn cold weapon forging techniques, which can be seen from the codename he chose.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several minor leaders of the Yellow Turban bandits died under Zhao Futu's gun, but at this point, his bullets were also exhausted.

Bullets can be exchanged in the space, but the price is exorbitant. A basic ammunition load (about twenty bullets) costs 100 survival points, and the Nightmare Space only provides one type of bullet, a standard universal type that can be used with any type of gun. Zhao Futu could not afford many bullets, so he only prepared one basic ammunition load. This is a common frustration for any contractor who uses guns in combat, as their combat expenses are much higher than others.

— Clang!

Zhao Futu took a few steps back, muttering, "What a powerful force!"

The scar-faced man in front of him was the leader of these Yellow Turban bandits. He was quite tall, standing at about 1.85 meters, compared to the 1.6 meters of the other bandits. The leader was muscular, with a broad chest and thick waist, and a tattoo on his arm, though Zhao Futu only glanced at it and did not see clearly what it said.

"You have some strength!" The Yellow Turban leader did not expect the force from the weapon to be so strong, causing his palms to tingle.

He used two flat short axes, each weighing over ten pounds. In this hard clash, he used all his strength, relying on the weight of his weapons to push back Zhao Futu. However, he did not expect his palms to tingle as well. What made him more uneasy was the strange weapon in the enemy's hand, a long sword that could block his axes without any damage, and he did not know what material it was made of.

What made him even more uneasy was the bizarre, muffled-sounding projectile in the enemy's hand, which had a terrifying killing power. Even if he were hit, he was not sure he could dodge it.

Therefore, he initially drove his minor leaders to surround and attack Zhao Futu, aiming to consume his projectiles.

"Do you wish to surrender to me? I can make you my second-in-command!" The Yellow Turban leader, after a hard clash with Zhao Futu, had the idea of recruiting him and took a half-step back.

This half-ancient, half-modern speech made Zhao Futu frown, but he did not say much, and directly raised his sword to charge again.

The opponent's strength might be a bit higher, but not by much. Moreover, his weapons were short axes, which had the advantage of weight. Such an opponent was not enough to make Zhao Futu fear! He roared, changing from a single-handed grip to a double-handed grip, then leaped up, spinning to deliver a slashing blow from the Silver Cross Sword Technique!

Clang!

Zhao Futu's tiger's mouth split, blood seeping out, and his hands lost some flexibility due to the injury, with his fingers tingling. This was another hard clash, and Zhao Futu's attack speed was very fast. The Yellow Turban leader had no confidence in dodging it and could only raise his axes to block again.

But before he could catch his breath, the enemy swung his sword in a spin, followed by a fierce horizontal slash!

If this hit, the Yellow Turban leader had no doubt he would be cut in half. He had no choice but to raise his axe to the right again, and with a loud clang, he blocked Zhao Futu's attack.

After being pressed and attacked for several moves, the Yellow Turban leader became angry. He roared and tried to counterattack, but after the hard clash with Zhao Futu, his attack did not slow down at all, and another heavy sword blow came.

"Damn pickled vegetable (dialect)! Does he not fear his arms being shattered?" The Yellow Turban leader's strength was a bit higher, but the two hard clashes also caused his palms to split and tingle, leaving him with little sensation. However, the enemy in front of him seemed to have no pain, with blood seeping from his tiger's mouth, yet he continued to attack fiercely!

With no choice, the Yellow Turban leader could only raise his axes to block again. Another heavy clash, and this time, not only did his palms tingle, but his wrists also felt injured, making his movements less flexible. The enemy was fighting with a life-or-death attitude, completely ignoring his own injuries, and every move was a fierce, hard clash, trading injuries for injuries! This left him with little chance to use his martial arts skills.

The enemy had taken the initiative, and unless he could hold out until the enemy was exhausted or could not bear the injuries, he had little chance to counterattack!

"What kind of sword technique is this? Why is it so deadly?" The Yellow Turban leader had practiced martial arts since childhood but had never seen such a deadly sword technique. The sword moves were continuous, using spinning and slashing attacks, each move targeting vital points, forcing the enemy to block hard. He really doubted how anyone could master such a sword technique, as such a deadly fighting style would likely injure the practitioner during practice.

Practicing this sword technique for a few years would probably leave the body with both visible and hidden injuries.

Dying at thirty would be a light sentence!

One move, two moves, three moves, the more they fought, the more severe their injuries became, and their stamina was drained. After enduring five moves, the Yellow Turban leader felt a sense of fear, as he realized the enemy seemed to have no pain. He was already in pain from the injuries to his arms, but the enemy still looked the same, with only a slight decrease in strength, but no slowing in his attacks!

At this rate, he could only withstand five more moves, no, probably only three before his hands could no longer hold his weapons.

He felt the fear of death approaching, as the enemy's attacks left him no chance to counterattack. He wanted to call for the Yellow Turban guards to join him, but found that they were all blocked by the Yellow Turban squad leaders. In the midst of the heavy clashes, another hard clash, and finally, the Yellow Turban leader saw a slight flaw in the enemy's attack. His arm injuries were clearly severe, and his strength and speed had slowed, revealing a flaw. Driven by the will to survive, he seized this opportunity, grinning and using one axe to block the enemy's attack while the other aimed for the enemy's throat!

He could already imagine the enemy's blood gushing from his throat.

But as he swung his axe, he immediately noticed the enemy's sword move became faster, and it suddenly closed in on him. His axe hit the enemy's neck, but the blade cut through the air behind him. Before he could react, a sharp cold light flashed, and his head was already flying through the air!

"Damn pickled vegetable! He tricked me!" This was the Yellow Turban leader's last thought.

"Huff, huff, huff!..." Zhao Futu panted, trembling hands holding the Yellow Turban leader's head, and roared to the sky, "Your leader is dead! Surrender now!"

...

"Contractor No. 1013 has killed the Yellow Turban leader, gaining 1000 survival points, 2 large soul fragments, and one deep blue equipment key. Obtained one light blue bandit wrist guard and one light blue bandit leg wrap."

A special wave of energy flashed over the dead Yellow Turban leader's body, and two large soul fragments immediately condensed in Zhao Futu's private space.