Chapter 42

"Fire!" Young Master Xiao shouted in a fit of rage.

Bang, bang, bang!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Bullets whizzed through the air, hurtling towards Zheng Xiaotian.

Clang, clang, clang!

Was the steel armor of Iron Man just ordinary steel? Even if it were ordinary steel, stopping bullets wouldn't be too difficult, right? Therefore, the armor easily withstood the gunfire from Young Master Xiao.

It was very difficult for bullets to penetrate the armor.

The bodyguard instantly appeared in front of Young Master Xiao, his back to the opponent, and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Xiao, if you trust me, then quickly evacuate now."

"Huh?" Young Master Xiao was clearly taken aback.

"Young Master Xiao, this isn't the time to hesitate. Quickly retreat; the opponent is quite formidable," the bodyguard said.

"Oh, oh." Young Master Xiao called to Xiao Taobao, and under the cover of several gunmen, they slowly retreated from the alley. Today's encounter indeed exceeded his usual thinking. He had never seen anyone wearing armor like this before. What exactly was this armor?

Now, Zheng Xiaotian was left with just one opponent.

"Steward, how many bullets and missiles do we have?" Zheng Xiaotian asked.

"Master, we have a thousand bullets and only six missiles," the steward replied.

This was Zheng Xiaotian's meager ammunition reserve. A thousand bullets would be enough to face a thousand small fry, but he was facing an expert. The opponent would naturally have a way to avoid the bullets. There were only six small missiles, and if they hit, he would be guilty of murder. Such a big commotion would be hard to explain. If they missed, he would waste his only ammunition reserve. What good was this armor besides being bulletproof and looking cool?

After much thought, Zheng Xiaotian decided it was best to save the ammunition for emergencies. He might as well fight directly with his hands. After all, the opponent only brought pressure, not the fear of death. It wasn't as if he was no match for him, right?

The armor began to disassemble from Zheng Xiaotian's body, piece by piece, until it disappeared. Zheng Xiaotian once again stood before his opponent.

"Why aren't you using the armor anymore? Keep going. I was just about to test how strong the armor's defense is," the man said with a smile.

"Saving power," Zheng Xiaotian replied. In fact, the armor could alert him to energy and power consumption, but the most concerning was the ammunition. Once used, it was truly gone, and there was no way to replenish it. It would be fatal.

"Saving power?" The man smiled and instantly lunged at Zheng Xiaotian. With a grim face, he said, "You can save power, keep saving power. In this state of no defense, I'll take your life."

Zheng Xiaotian's hands moved.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Air bullets, prepared in advance, suddenly shot towards the man. The attack was invisible and unstoppable.

The man clearly felt something sweeping towards him. From Zheng Xiaotian's confident expression, he deduced that the attack was not simple and he couldn't be careless. It was best not to let the force hit him.

The man twisted his body like a skilled dancer in a ballroom. The air bullets grazed his skin, not touching him at all.

Zheng Xiaotian took the opportunity to increase the distance between them. He really wished his situation was like that of the protagonist in the "Fishman Generation 2" novel, where at least he had a soul giving bad ideas. No matter what, he had to face everything alone, with no one to help. This feeling was not just bad; it was terrible. How to describe it more specifically? Lonely, yes, that's it, a bit lonely.

Moreover, Zheng Xiaotian had no idea where his future path lay.

Bang, bang, bang.

The air bullets hit the wall, leaving pits two to three centimeters deep.

The man glanced at the pits and almost drooled. He thought, if such an attack hit him, he wouldn't be in good shape. What kind of attack was this? Invisible small bombs? He had never heard of such an attack.

However, the man thought, since the other side could produce armor, having such an attack wasn't that surprising.

The man's right hand flipped, and a device like a telescopic baton appeared in his palm. However, it was different. A telescopic baton is gripped tightly and swung to extend. This device had a button, clearly different and more advanced.

"Kid, today I'll show you that I'm not someone you can provoke easily," the man said. His right thumb pressed the button.

Zzzz.

Something emerged from the baton, a combination of electricity and laser. Ignoring the laser's impact, the electric current alone would be unbearable if it touched the body.

Zheng Xiaotian nodded in understanding. He knew that he wasn't the only strange person in the world. Looking at the object the man shot out, if described simply, it was called an Aurora Sword, a high-tech weapon that couldn't possibly be made by national technology.

Zheng Xiaotian thought, you're not an ordinary person either.

Whoosh, whoosh!

The two figures charged at each other. One wielded the laser baton, the other occasionally fired air bullets. The sounds of their attacks were continuous, intense, and mesmerizing.

Three minutes, five minutes, fifteen minutes later. With neither side able to overpower the other, the attack ended.