Normally, if two people were assembling guns in a competition, and Hu Taiqi found that the other person was faster than him, he would decisively give up the competition before the other person had completed the last step, first hide in a safer area, and then hand over the rest to his two trusted assistants.
But this time, Zhou Ziwei's speed was so astonishing that Hu Taiqi completely forgot about it. By the time Zhou Ziwei pointed a gun at his head, it was too late to dodge! However, Hu Taiqi believed that with the two automatic rifles pointed at him, even if he couldn't attack Zhou Ziwei today, at least Zhou Ziwei wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Otherwise, if he killed Hu Taiqi, Zhou Ziwei would surely face certain death as well…
Volume 1, Rebirth of a Prodigy, Chapter 130: Bullets with Lives
"You really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Zhou Ziwei didn't even glance at the two dark gun barrels in the distance. He just stared intently into Hu Taiqi's eyes and said coldly, "Originally, there was no interaction between us. We could have kept to ourselves. But now that you insist on gambling your life with me, you must be prepared to face death!"
"Yeah?"
Hu Taiqi laughed and said, "Kill me... Do you think you can survive if you kill me? I don't believe you're that stupid. It's just a momentary argument... In the end, we don't have any hatred between us, so why fight to the death? Hmm... In my opinion, why don't we just call it quits? In your Chinese way of speaking, you go your way and I'll go mine. Wouldn't that be better?"
This is the second time Zhou Ziwei has heard the same argument today. He finds these people really ridiculous. When they provoke you, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky. But once they realize they've run into a tough opponent, they come up with a theory that they have no grudges against you, and they actually think they can just let it go with a simple "let's call it a day"!
That's right. Zhou Ziwei and they originally had no grudges against each other, but... when the other party took the initiative to provoke them, the enmity was already formed. How could this be easily dismissed with just a few words?
"You should be able to see... those two gun barrels on either side of the corridor about ten meters behind me, right?"
Seeing that Zhou Ziwei hadn't glanced behind him at all, Hu Taiqi was genuinely worried that Zhou Ziwei's eyesight was poor and that he hadn't seen the gun barrels of his two trusted assistants behind him and had rashly killed him.
So, patiently explaining, "That was my assistant's gun... Don't worry, I meant no harm. When I said I'd bet my life with you, it was just a joke. Even if you couldn't assemble the gun as fast as me, I would never actually kill you. I just wanted to put pressure on you, to squeeze out your best performance. But I didn't expect... your gun-assembly speed to be so impressive... uh... even compared to me, it seems... a little bit faster. So... I anticipated this, which is why I arranged for two people to be there beforehand, to monitor us and only decide the winner, not whether we'd fight to the death. Now... I admit I lost, and I think this game should be over, don't you think?"
Hu Taiqi spoke at length, but Zhou Ziwei didn't react at all. He became anxious and shouted, "Hey... did you even hear what I said? Don't be impulsive! You see? My two men are hiding behind the slanted wall. Bullets don't curve, so there's no way you can hit them from your angle. And with those two guns, they can completely seal off this narrow corridor. Not even a mosquito could escape, let alone a grown man like you! So I'm saying... let's just call it quits! Why fight to the death? If we continue like this, the most likely outcome is mutual destruction. Is that... even worth it?"
"Who said I was going to die with you?"
Zhou Ziwei finally shifted his gaze from Hu Taiqi's face, looked at the two tubes sticking out diagonally from the wall in the distance, and a faint, indifferent sneer appeared in his eyes.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and whispered something in Hu Taiqi's ear:
"Who says bullets can't curve? Today I'll show you how bullets actually curve..."
As soon as Zhou Ziwei finished speaking, he suddenly swung the muzzle of his gun. Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and two whistling bullets, carrying scorching heat, swept past Hu Taiqi's cheeks. Hu Taiqi was so frightened that he couldn't help but let out a loud scream.
Then came two pitiful screams that flashed by in the distance, and the two gun barrels that had protruded from the hole in the wall hung down straight like broken reeds.
"No...it's impossible! You couldn't possibly hit them...your bullets couldn't possibly have hit them!"
Upon hearing the two men's cries, Hu Taiqi was utterly terrified. He couldn't understand how those two men, who were clearly well-hidden in the hole in the wall, could have been hit by Zhou Ziwei's bullet. Unless Zhou Ziwei's bullets could actually curve, but... how could bullets curve? Hu Taiqi believed there was something fishy going on. Even if he were killed, he would never believe that the same pistol and the same bullet, fired by Zhou Ziwei, could somehow curve and kill the people behind the wall.
"What's impossible about that?"
Zhou Ziwei smiled coldly and said, "This is only because your level is not high enough. The title of Gun King cannot be casually proclaimed. With your level, if you cannot even comprehend the realm, then even if you practice gun skills for another hundred years, you will always be just a gunman and will never be able to become a king!"
"I don't believe it... This is impossible... I don't know there are any distinctions in marksmanship levels. You're just talking nonsense!" Hu Taiqi shook his head frantically upon hearing this. The fall of his two trusted assistants made him realize that his last reliance had disappeared. Now, if Zhou Ziwei wanted to, he could pull the trigger at any time and end his life immediately.
However, he was unwilling to die like this, so he desperately clung to the question of "the realm" that Zhou Ziwei had mentioned, hoping to distract Zhou Ziwei and look forward to a miracle.
"This is impossible... absolutely impossible. I don't sense any of your so-called level of skill. We all handle guns the same way, and I've never heard of anyone reaching any level of skill in handling guns."
Zhou Ziwei chuckled, slowly moved the gun muzzle, aimed it at Hu Taiqi's forehead, and said calmly, "There are actually only two kinds of realms: the realm of death and the realm of life."
"A dead end? A living place? What... exactly does this mean?"
Hu Taiqi had devoted most of his life to the pursuit of marksmanship, and the mark of the "gun" had long been imprinted on his life. When he suddenly heard Zhou Ziwei talking about the realm of gun use in a serious manner, he couldn't help but perk up. Even the muzzle of the gun pointed at his forehead didn't seem so scary anymore.
He just wanted to get the exact meaning of Zhou Ziwei's words as soon as possible, otherwise he was afraid that he would have a regret in his heart forever!
Zhou Ziwei found it amusing, but on the surface he replied with a straight face, "That's easy to understand. In other words... your realm is dead, so a gun in your hands is just a lifeless gun. But my realm is alive, so a gun in my hands is always alive. Even a tiny bullet in the magazine... to me, they have life..."
"You're kidding me! If a bullet could have its own life, the world would be in chaos by now!"
Hu Taiqi obviously couldn't accept Zhou Ziwei's inexplicable explanation, and hurriedly argued with Zhou Ziwei at the top of his lungs.
Zhou Ziwei had already lost interest in toying with him. He simply smiled coldly, and with a slight exertion of force, he sent another whistling bullet deep into Hu Taiqi's brain.
"No...it's impossible..."
Seeing Hu Taiqi's eyes still wide open even in death, Zhou Ziwei sighed softly and whispered in the corpse's ear, "I didn't lie to you... the bullet that came out of my gun... it really had a life..."
Yes… the bullets Zhou Ziwei just fired truly possessed their own lives. He saw the two gunmen hiding behind the hole in the wall and knew that it was impossible to hit them using normal methods. That's when he had a sudden inspiration and created miniature, independent souls within the two bullets in his pistol. In this way, when he fired the bullets, he could use those two independent souls to make subtle manipulations on the two bullets flying in the air, causing them to draw a barely noticeable arc in the air and actually turn, shooting into the hole in the wall from the side, killing the two thugs!
As for the specific secrets involved, Zhou Ziwei naturally wouldn't casually tell others... even if that person was just a dead person!
After whispering something in Hu Taiqi's ear, Zhou Ziwei loosened his grip slightly, tossing Hu Taiqi's body to the ground. With a flick of his wrist, he quickly assembled the jumbled parts in front of Hu Taiqi into a complete Browning pistol. He then tucked both guns into his belt, straightened his clothes, and strode towards the end of the corridor…
"Squeak—"
Before Zhou Ziwei could reach the end of the corridor, the two wide, leather-covered doors at the end suddenly parted and opened almost simultaneously.
Then Zhou Ziwei saw that behind the door was a luxurious hall of at least five or six hundred square meters. There were already quite a few people standing in the hall. In fact, compared to the spacious hall, there weren't that many people, at most about a hundred. However, almost all of these hundred-plus people were tall, strong, and burly men, each weighing at least 180 kilograms. So, the sight of this group of strong men standing together in one hall was particularly oppressive and awe-inspiring.
Looking around, there was only one person sitting in the entire hall. He was sitting on a very stylish hand-shaped leather sofa, holding a crystal clear glass goblet with wine inside that was dark red like blood.
This man was not old, appearing to be only around thirty years old, but his face, which showed no signs of aging, exuded a sense of maturity and wisdom, making him someone you wouldn't look down on because of his age.
"You are indeed very powerful, so powerful that it's astonishing..."
A deep, slightly hoarse voice, somewhat familiar to Zhou Ziwei, came from the man sitting on the sofa. The man's lips twitched into a faint smile as he raised his wine glass to Zhou Ziwei and said, "I admit I did do something foolish. I shouldn't have offended someone as extraordinary as you for the sake of an insignificant nobody... However... I don't like to change my mind easily, so... if you want my complete respect, you'll have to get past this final hurdle."
After speaking, Wu Di pointed to the more than one hundred tall and strong men behind him and said, "They are all my brothers. They will not allow me to bow down to anyone, so... if you want my respect, you must get past them first. If you can get past their obstruction and enter the small reception room at the other end of the hall, you will win!"
As Wu Di spoke, he reached out and pulled on the armrest of the sofa, which resembled a palm. The sofa suddenly began to spin, and after rotating half a circle, it quickly slid towards the other end of the hall.
"Oh...right..."
The sofa slid more than ten meters before suddenly stopping. Wu Di turned around on the sofa, gave Zhou Ziwei a meaningful look at the two guns tucked into his belt, and said, "None of my men have guns... If you insist on using guns... I have nothing to say... After all, although Hu Taiqi isn't one of my men, and I didn't order him to deal with you, since I couldn't stop him, I, Wu Di, was in the wrong first. But... hehe, I believe Mr. Zhou will understand what I mean..."
After saying this, Wu Di smiled again, turned around, and the sofa started moving, disappearing behind the group of burly men in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Ziwei stood still, letting Wu Di drive the sofa through the crowd without uttering a word. Only after Wu Di had completely disappeared did he gently stroke the two Browning pistols at his waist.
He was already quite angry at Hu Taiqi's appearance and was prepared to use those two guns to blast everyone in his way.
However… when he saw the calm and cold looks in the eyes of the more than one hundred Khans staring at him, he could only smile bitterly.
Compared to more than a hundred people, the few bullets in his two guns were really a drop in the ocean. Since he couldn't kill everyone here with these guns, then these two guns basically lost their value!
Moreover... this is a society governed by law after all. His killing of Hu Taiqi and the other two Vietnamese men is not a big deal. After all, the gun belonged to Hu Taiqi, and this so-called Vietnamese gun king is probably a gangster in Vietnam. Killing him should not attract the attention of the Vietnamese authorities.
As long as the aftermath is handled properly, it shouldn't cause Zhou Ziwei any trouble.
But if he were to actually kill all those hundred-plus Chinese people, then even with his powerful background, he would likely face serious trouble.
Moreover, Zhou Ziwei could tell from Wu Di's last words that Wu Di was implying that if Zhou Ziwei used guns against his men, even if he won today and Wu Di temporarily compromised with him, the two might still be enemies after today.
However, if Zhou Ziwei were willing to relinquish this advantage, he would naturally earn Wu Di's sincere respect...
After thinking it over, Zhou Ziwei decided that, at least until these people showed any signs of murderous intent towards him, he would try his best not to shoot and kill them...
However, if he didn't use a gun, Zhou Ziwei would actually feel a bit intimidated by these hundred-plus burly men.
Although Niu-style Tai Chi is very powerful, even when using the opponent's force against them, it doesn't mean that you don't need to provide any force yourself. Although Zhou Ziwei's physical condition has improved a lot since the beginning, it is still a fatal weakness for him at this stage.
If there were only ten or twenty enemies, Zhou Ziwei would have nothing to fear. Even if there were thirty or fifty enemies, Zhou Ziwei could barely hold his own. But when the number of enemies exceeded one hundred... it seemed that no matter how one person tried to face such a powerful force, he would appear utterly insignificant.
As expected, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake! After all, no matter how powerful a dragon is, there is only one. But a local snake can often summon a large group at any time, using quantity to make up for a lack of quality. Even a lot of ants can kill an elephant, let alone a group of snakes.
As Zhou Ziwei stood silently in front of the door, the more than one hundred people in the hall had already begun to move slightly. At first, only a few at the back moved, but as the footsteps grew louder, everyone quickly sprang into action, coordinating perfectly as they slowly approached Zhou Ziwei.
It seems these people are determined to overwhelm Zhou Ziwei with sheer numbers. If Zhou Ziwei doesn't come up with a good countermeasure, they won't even need to lift a finger; just surrounding him and squeezing him will be enough to turn him into a pancake.
Zhou Ziwei touched the two guns tucked into his waistband again, several times tempted to draw them, but ultimately he resisted the temptation. After a few struggles, he simply pulled out both guns and tossed them aside into a corner. Then, he raised his head, facing the burly men who were about to approach him with fearless ferocity, a dangerous glint in his eyes…
Zhou Ziwei suddenly remembered that he possessed a terrifying ability that he had never had the chance to truly use. Now that someone had given him this opportunity, he naturally didn't need to be polite.
Although this ability, if used improperly, could be more lethal than killing with a gun, Zhou Ziwei, in this dangerous situation, couldn't care less!
Volume 1 The Rebirth of a Prodigy Chapter 131 The Power of a Roar
As Zhou Ziwei faced the approaching hundred or so burly men, his expression grew even more serious. He took a deep breath, his mind racing as he went through the memories of the soul's roar that he had read from the ghost bat.
In general, the unique vibrational frequency of the soul power used for soul roars is slightly more complex than the vibrational frequency used simply to enter the body of a living being.
However, the vibration frequency of the soul's roar is based on the frequency at which soul power enters the living body.
This is similar to how the equation 1 plus 2 equals 3 is slightly more complicated than the equation 1 plus 1 equals 2. However, once a child fully understands the mystery of why 1 plus 1 equals 2, it will be much easier for him to calculate the equation 1 plus 2.
Therefore, although Zhou Ziwei had never actually practiced the Soul Roar before, he was still somewhat confident in his ability to imitate its effect.
However, it's hard to say whether the power of this soul roar, which he is actually unleashing, will be great or small. Moreover, he is now preparing to deal with more than a hundred people in front of him at the same time with the power of this roar. Zhou Ziwei also doesn't know whether the destructive power of this soul roar can still cause enough damage to these people after spreading it to this extent.
But under these circumstances, he had to give it a try.
However, it is precisely because this kind of dispersed attack will greatly reduce the damage of the Soul Roar to a single person that Zhou Ziwei decided to choose this method to fight against these hundred or so big men.
After all, no matter how burly these people are, they are still just ordinary people. If Zhou Ziwei's soul roar were to focus its attack on one point, whoever was the first to be hit would be immediately shaken to the point of soul disintegration, with no chance of escaping unscathed.
Zhou Ziwei's original intention was not to kill these ordinary people...
The human wall formed by more than a hundred strong men advanced step by step, and had already pressed Zhou Ziwei to within five meters of him. However, Zhou Ziwei's face still showed no weakness or fear. Instead, he gently closed his eyes at this moment.
Wu Di sat in the small reception room, sipping red wine while staring intently at the live surveillance footage displayed on the large screen on the wall. When he saw Zhou Ziwei close his eyes under these circumstances, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
Has this kid given up resisting? Perhaps so! After all, human strength has its limits. Although this kid is very good at fighting, even if he were made of iron, how many nails could he hammer? These hundred or so big men are all elites under Wu Di's command. Any one of them could take on five or six people on his own if they were outside.
With so many people gathered together, even Bruce Lee would probably have to admit defeat! No matter how fierce this kid is, he shouldn't be more powerful than Bruce Lee back in the day!
Seeing that Zhou Ziwei hadn't touched the two pistols tucked in his waistband, Wu Di nodded to himself, his impression of Zhou Ziwei improving even more. Seeing that Zhou Ziwei was about to be surrounded by a hundred burly men, Wu Di gently reached out and pressed a control button on the armrest, ready to turn on the communicator at any time to stop this pointless fight.
In fact, Zhou Ziwei had already earned Wu Di's respect long before he successfully completed the challenge game he had meticulously designed and miraculously defeated Vietnam's gun king, Hu Taiqi.
However, as a local tyrant on the Yunnan border, the leader of the peripheral forces in this area, he had to maintain his unshakeable dignity. Therefore, he had no choice but to comply with the requests of his brothers and set up this last obstacle that ordinary people would never be able to overcome.
However, he did not harbor much hostility towards Zhou Ziwei, so he decided that as long as Zhou Ziwei truly admitted defeat and gave up resisting, he would not allow his brothers to actually harm Zhou Ziwei.
Just as he thought the time was almost ripe and was about to press the call button to give his orders, he suddenly saw Zhou Ziwei, who had been standing with his eyes closed, open his eyes abruptly, then open his mouth wide and let out a loud and high-pitched roar in front of the more than one hundred menacing men in front of him...
The roar, amplified by the loudspeaker, sounded somewhat harsh to Wu Di's ears, but he was completely unaware of the danger it concealed.
He was still muttering to himself, "Sigh...why not just admit defeat like this? Why bother to humiliate myself like this?"
However, before Wu Di could finish speaking, he suddenly witnessed an astonishing scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Just as Zhou Ziwei opened his mouth to roar, the more than one hundred burly men who were slowly advancing towards him suddenly stopped as if they had been frozen in place. At the same time, a look of horror, fear, and pain appeared on the faces of each of them.
Immediately afterwards... the seven or eight people closest to Zhou Ziwei swayed and fell backward.
Several of the people following closely behind them instinctively raised their arms, seemingly trying to catch the person falling in front of them. However, before their hands could even touch the person's body, they too swayed and fell backward.