As Kniel stood up, he immediately noticed a gruesome stalagmite spike protruding from the thug's slightly hunched back.
The stalagmite was only partially visible through the thug's back; it would have been completely invisible had Kniel not stood up from the ground. Seeing the tip of the stalagmite emerging from the thug's spine, and considering the thug's current posture, Kniel felt a chill run down his spine.
He discovered that the thug was likely impaled and killed by a stalagmite that had emerged from the ground; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to remain standing in such a strange posture even though he was already dead.
What Kniel couldn't imagine was... how could such a long stalagmite suddenly grow out of the ground here?
Kniel looked around again and realized that in this huge living room, it wasn't just the henchman next to him who had undergone this strange change, but all seven henchmen in the room had become like this.
Although those few were farther away and it wasn't clear what exactly had happened, just seeing them suddenly turn into stone statues, standing motionless in their respective poses while blood gushed from their feet, Kniel knew... these people were definitely doomed.
Kniel didn't know how those stalagmites came out of the ground, but he knew that it must be related to Zhou Ziwei. So he couldn't help but turn around, point at Zhou Ziwei's nose and roar: "You...you are so ruthless."
Zhou Ziwei shrugged indifferently and said, "Maybe! But so what? I've probably killed at least tens of thousands of people in the past two years, but I've never laid a hand on such a small child who has no ability to resist. But you... Hmph, so if we're talking about ruthlessness, I'm afraid I have to admit defeat in front of you!"
"What...you...you've killed...tens of thousands of people."
Upon hearing this, Kniel was utterly terrified. Tens of thousands of people—what kind of concept was that? Kniel simply couldn't imagine it. How could one person have killed so many people? Even in the midst of war, it was probably impossible to kill so many! An ordinary warrior would probably only have a limited number of people killed by his own hands after several years on the battlefield.
While a general can decide the life and death of many people in a battle, it can only be said that those people died indirectly because of him, but it cannot be said that they were all killed by him.
If someone can kill dozens or hundreds of people in their lifetime, they can be considered a murderous monster. So what is this powerful being who has slaughtered tens of thousands of people? A demon god?
The thought that he had provoked such a ruthless and bloodthirsty demon nearly made Kniel faint on the spot. It was simply too terrifying. A demon who had killed tens of thousands of people—what a terrifying being he must be! He wondered if this demon would drain his blood and devour his flesh...
"Go to hell!" Kniel grew increasingly frightened, fearing he would lose all courage if he continued to overthink. So he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Help! Help! Help! It's him... it's this devil trying to kill me... Help!"
Although Zhou Ziwei had dealt with all eight thugs in the living room, there were still many people his grandfather had arranged to protect him in the next room and in the yard.
Six of them were even carrying guns... Carrying a gun in the US isn't a big deal; anyone with some money and status can generally apply for several gun licenses.
The men that Kniel's father sent to him were no ordinary people; the guns they carried were also quite unusual, and it was said that the power of those guns was terrifying. Therefore, Kniel was very much looking forward to seeing if those men and guns could give him another unexpected surprise this time.
"Idiot." Zhou Ziwei was too lazy to pay attention to this heartless guy anymore. He directly thrust out a wind cone. Before the young master Kniel could react, the wind cone hit him directly in the chest, and then shot Kniel into a scream. His body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.
Kniel looked down at his chest and saw a huge, transparent hole, almost the size of a small bowl, cut into it. With such a large hole in his chest, his internal organs were nowhere to be found. It was clear that his poor son's arrogant life was about to come to a complete end. As he breathed his last, Kniel couldn't help but shout in grief and anger, "Kill him!" before finally dying.
With Kniel's shouts, the entire sanatorium seemed to erupt into chaos. The thugs Lofit had sent to protect the young master, as well as the police officers who had been ordered to come here to act as his accomplices, were all mobilized. Even the security guards who originally belonged to the sanatorium were eager to join in and rushed towards the scene of the incident.
In their view, anyone who dares to come here to cause trouble and make a scene, even if he is the legendary three-headed, six-armed man, is definitely going to die now. With so many people and so many guns at his disposal, even Superman, who likes to wear his underwear inside out, probably wouldn't be able to come and go so easily.
In fact, if Zhou Ziwei wanted to leave, no one could stop him. He could just stomp his foot and burrow into the ground. How many people in the world could catch up with him underground?
However, Zhou Ziwei clearly had no intention of doing that. He still wanted to have a good, satisfying massacre today. Now that there were so many cannon fodder waiting to die, Zhou Ziwei naturally wouldn't hold back.
"Listen up, you inside! You are surrounded! Immediately put your hands behind your heads, crouch down on the ground and don't move, or else..."
"Die, all of you!" While the police outside were still shouting their formulaic rhetoric, Zhou Ziwei had lost patience with them. He coldly shouted, then waved his hand, and countless wind cones formed in front of him, spinning rapidly and piercing through the living room wall...
"Pfft, pfft..." The sharp sounds continued to ring out, and the two-foot-thick wall of the living room, after being pierced by the wind cones, flew forward again, exploding towards the policemen who were standing at the front shouting in the courtyard outside. What was most strange was that although the sharp wind cones clearly passed through such a thick wall, they did not leave any marks on the wall. There was not even a transparent hole, nor even a shallow dent.
It turned out that Zhou Ziwei was still practicing his newly acquired technique here. Although it looked like the wind cones were drilling through the wall and then shooting towards the police in the courtyard outside, in reality, the moment the wind cones hit the wall, Zhou Ziwei had already transformed the energy form of these attacks, converting all the wind energy into earth energy. In this way, the earth energy penetrated into the wall with almost no loss and then passed directly out from the other side of the wall.
If Zhou Ziwei stops controlling this attack, several stone spikes will suddenly emerge from the outer wall, growing to about 1.5 to 1.6 meters in length before stopping.
But in that case, the attack would at most have a deterrent effect, but it wouldn't kill a single person.
However, this was clearly not Zhou Ziwei's original intention. So, as the earth's energy was about to shine through the wall, Zhou Ziwei's soul and consciousness flickered wildly. In fact, at the critical moment, he managed to restore the earth's energy that was about to shine through back into wind energy.
So those standing in the courtyard clearly saw astonishing wind cones inexplicably grow out of a wall, and then... they shot a huge hole in the head of the policemen who had been shouting the loudest.
"Pfft pfft pfft..." A series of corpses suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood mist that shot out from the back of these people's heads splattered all over the faces and bodies of those behind them, but no one used their hands to wipe it off, because they were all too terrified.
Six men dressed in strange military uniforms exchanged glances, then suddenly pulled out something that looked like a flashlight from their waists.
With a soft "hum," the "flashlights" in the hands of the six people each emitted a dazzling beam of light. Strangely, the beam of light only traveled about a meter before automatically stopping. It did not continue to shoot forward or dissipate in the surroundings, but instead remained still, as if it were fixed in place.
The six people gently waved their "flashlights," and the six beams of light shooting out from them began to dance, like six bolts of lightning streaking across the air. Wherever they went, they carved deep grooves into the ground, and trees, walls, and other objects were instantly reduced to dust under the sweep of the beams of light.
"An energy sword!" The onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in surprise upon seeing this.
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 594: The Mighty Warrior
Zhou Ziwei, through the scanning of his soul power, also clearly "saw" the new weapons displayed by the six people outside, and was equally shocked.
It turns out that the US's weapons research has developed to this extent. This energy weapon looks pretty cool, but its actual practical value is probably not that high.
If this energy weapon can only produce this level of power, then there is really no need to spend so much effort to research it.
This beam of light is indeed very sharp; it can easily cut a deep mark on a stone slab, or slice a tree as thick as a bowl in two with a single swing. However, its effectiveness in modern warfare is very limited.
No matter how powerful your energy weapon is, if it cannot perform ranged attacks, its effectiveness in actual combat may not be comparable to that of a high-performance handgun.
It goes without saying that the cost of this energy weapon is far greater than that of a gun, and even the cost of a thousand or ten thousand pistols would not be comparable to that of this energy weapon.
However, the emergence of this energy weapon is definitely a symbol of a weapons revolution, a sign of the transformation from thermal weapons to energy weapons.
The laser beams displayed by the mechanical bio-warriors that Zhou Ziwei encountered before can also be considered a type of energy weapon. However, although those weapons are more powerful, they are also significantly bulkier, and only monsters with mechanical bodies can withstand them.
Although Zhou Ziwei wasn't particularly optimistic about this kind of energy weapon, he knew that it was probably still a laboratory product in the US and certainly not yet widely used by the military. The fact that these people had these things meant that Lofit had gone to great lengths to obtain them... If he could easily seize a few here, he could hand them over to his old commander when he returned home... His old commander would surely be very happy!
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziwei immediately turned around and strode towards the door. The people who deserved to die had already been killed. Next, he just needed to clean up more of these scumbags. He would collect as much interest as he could, and these energy weapons were obviously a good amount of interest.
When Zhou Ziwei appeared at the door, everyone in the courtyard paused slightly. One of them craned his neck and shouted, "Hey... kid, where are the bandits inside? Did they escape? How is Young Master Kenil...?"
Zhou Ziwei curled his lip, smiled slightly, and said, "Your Kenil is already dead. As for the bandits... with a bunch of trash like you, you're not enough to make me escape."
"What...you...you are...you are that kid who knows Chinese kung fu."
Kniel's situation this time was truly humiliating. He was actually defeated by a five or six-year-old child on the plane. Even his chimpanzee-like bodyguard, who used to be a black market boxing champion, couldn't protect him.
If that guy hadn't had his testicles kicked open by Zhou Ziwei first, and then been brutally violated by being locked up with three men who had taken aphrodisiacs, his appearance would have been far too pitiful, and Lofit would have wanted to kill him outright.
If a five- or six-year-old boy can kick a man weighing around 200 pounds flying with one kick, then this child's skill is quite amazing, or perhaps it can only be explained by the term "Chinese Kung Fu".
In the eyes of many foreigners, Chinese Kung Fu is a magical thing, almost like Western fantasy magic. However, magic is just nonsense, while Chinese Kung Fu is real and can't be compared to sports like boxing or taekwondo.
The reason why foreigners have such a high opinion of Chinese Kung Fu is probably largely due to Bruce Lee's contributions back then!
Zhou Ziwei was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded and smiled broadly, saying, "That's right... it was me... I was originally preparing to leave Los Angeles, but then I suddenly heard that Young Master Kenil was searching for me all over the world, and had even captured a lot of children around my age to vent his anger on, so I... hehe... came over and chatted with Young Master Kenil for a bit. Who knew that Young Master Kenil was so desperate? As soon as he saw me coming, he was so scared that he wet himself and fell to the ground... sigh... that poor kid is really unlucky!"
The people in the yard were speechless upon hearing this. What do you mean by "pitiful child"? You yourself are just a little kid, yet you keep calling an adult a child.
A policeman in front immediately shouted angrily, "You...you killed someone! Good, good...you admitted it yourself, so I must do my duty and bring you to justice! Please put down your weapon immediately and put your hands behind your head..."
Zhou Ziwei completely ignored the idiot police officer's words, then waved to the six people holding energy weapons and wearing strange clothes, and said, "Give me a few of those things you have so I can take them home and play with them, and I'll spare your lives today, how about it?"
The six men were amused and annoyed at the words. They exchanged glances, shook their heads, and put the beams of light back into the hilts of their swords.
This thing is a huge energy consumer. Once the energy beam is activated, the energy consumed every second is terrifying. The cost of the ultra-concentrated energy battery that comes with this energy weapon is outrageously high. It is estimated that the energy consumed by the six of them just now to activate these energy weapons was enough to buy a car.
They initially thought some extraordinary figure had appeared, but when they discovered that it was all the work of a five or six-year-old child, they naturally disdained to get involved, even though Kniel had just been killed.
Just because he's a spendthrift rich kid doesn't mean he's worth the effort of the six of them to protect him.
They had other business to attend to in Los Angeles, but by chance, they reluctantly accepted Lofitt's invitation and stayed here.
They never agreed to be bodyguards for that brat Kniel... Besides, their opponent was just a child. Given their status, how could they possibly take action against such a kid?
But after they put away their energy weapons one by one, the six of them suddenly realized a terrible problem... what was the deal with those powerful energy attack waves that had suddenly emerged from the wall?
They had just watched as several police officers' heads were instantly blown apart by those energy shockwaves.
So... is there some other unparalleled master hidden in that house, or... does this child also possess an energy weapon? And one even more powerful than their energy swords? Otherwise, the existence of those energy waves is truly inexplicable...
These six people with energy weapons shouldn't have been so careless, but Zhou Ziwei's appearance was just too deceptive. Anyone who didn't know his background would probably find it hard to be wary of him.
Even though Zhou Ziwei had clearly stated that he had just killed someone, it still didn't inspire any sense of crisis.
Imagine walking down the street and you happen to see a little kid holding a lollipop in one hand and an ice cream in the other, saying how powerful he is and how many people he just killed. How many people would believe that kid?
The six people turned off their energy weapons because Zhou Ziwei looked too cute and they were afraid they wouldn't be able to guard against him. However, they regretted it as soon as they turned them off.
Then they saw Zhou Ziwei's face suddenly turn cold. He pointed at the six of them and sneered, "Very well, it seems you intend for me to retrieve it myself. Well then... I won't be polite."
As Zhou Ziwei spoke, he suddenly reached out and flicked his finger, instantly producing six rapidly flying streams of wind. This time, the six streams of wind did not condense any powerful destructive force; they were only pursuing the fastest speed.
The wind was incredibly fast. Before the six men could even figure out what Zhou Ziwei had flicked out from his fingertips, and before they could react at all, the six high-level energy weapons that looked like flashlights, which they had just hung back on their waists, were enveloped by the six gusts of wind. They then quickly detached from the ice man's body and flew straight toward Zhou Ziwei.
"What... how could this happen?"
The six people didn't realize what was happening until their life-saving energy weapon detached from them and flew away. They then frantically chased after it.
Although they ran very fast, how could they possibly keep up with the wind? Seeing that the six energy swords were about to fall into Zhou Ziwei's hands one after another, the tall white man who was the leader of the six immediately shouted at the people watching the commotion, "Quick... what are you idiots standing there for? Shoot! Shoot this brat dead! We can't let the energy swords fall into his hands!"
Upon hearing this man's words, the group of people nearby all cursed him inwardly.
How shameless! When you saw the murderer was just a child, you were all acting like wise old men, not only failing to apprehend the killer of young master Knir, but also putting away your energy swords that you had already brandished. Otherwise, how could they have let someone snatch the energy swords so easily? Now that your idiots have lost their stuff, you're getting anxious and even blaming us... You're the real idiots!
Despite their dissatisfaction, these people knew that these six individuals were of different status, and since they had spoken, they couldn't openly disobey them.
Left with no other choice, everyone who had a gun could only raise it and then weakly and haphazardly pull the trigger at Zhou Ziwei.
"Bang bang bang bang..." A series of gunshots finally rang out, and everyone was stunned. Even the six people who were rushing towards Zhou Ziwei without regard for anything stopped in their tracks.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Zhou Ziwei did not flinch or try to escape from the gunfire. He simply stood still, enduring the barrage of fire from so many guns.
However, Zhou Ziwei did not bleed a single drop from his body, nor did he have a single fatal wound.
Zhou Ziwei was engrossed in playing with the six flashlight-like objects he had just received, making approving "tsk tsk" sounds from time to time, just like a mischievous child who had finally acquired a novel toy.
"No way! So many people were shooting at him... and not a single one of you hit him... What are you police officers doing? You managed to miss such a large target at such close range, and you all missed? This is... too unbelievable!"
A thug standing nearby couldn't help but mutter sourly, but then he was horrified to discover that... there were at least twenty bullets evenly distributed around the monster who looked like a little boy, and these bullets were clearly the result of the previous round of shooting.
If all those bullets had indeed missed their targets, they should have flown far away by now. But they all landed at Zhou Ziwei's feet. So... what does that mean?
Invulnerable to swords and spears...
The thug couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
The others then realized what was happening, especially those who had fired at Zhou Ziwei. They were immediately startled. Several of them had aimed their guns directly at Zhou Ziwei's head, and Zhou Ziwei hadn't made any significant dodging movements. This meant that Zhou Ziwei's head and face should have also been hit, yet... he was completely unharmed. Did that mean... his body couldn't even be penetrated by bullets? If Zhou Ziwei had simply used a bulletproof vest or something similar to shield himself from their gunfire, then no one would be too surprised. But if bullets aimed at his head and face couldn't even hurt him, then this little boy was truly terrifying.
The six strangely dressed men were all taken aback. After exchanging glances, the tall, white man in the lead looked at Zhou Ziwei, who seemed to only reach his knees, with a very serious expression and said, "Friend, it seems we underestimated you earlier, and we sincerely apologize. However... these six weapons do not belong to us, but are only temporarily under our control. If they are lost, it would be more than we can afford to lose. So... we hope you can understand and return these six energy swords. If you return our energy swords, then... we brothers will consider you our friend, and we will owe you a huge favor today. If you ever need our help in the future, we six brothers will do anything for you, even at the cost of our lives."
Zhou Ziwei curled his lip in disdain upon hearing this, and said, "Who do you six people think you are? You want to be friends with me? Did I ever say I wanted to be friends with you? Besides... are your favors worth anything? I've already got something good, why would I give up your bullshit favors? Do you think I'm out of my mind?"
The six men were taken aback upon hearing this, then flew into a rage. One of them, a short, fat man, roared, "Boss, stop wasting your breath on him. This kid is just a bit stronger and thicker-skinned. I don't believe he can really do anything. Watch me cripple him."
After saying this, the short, fat man roared and, as if by magic, produced a pair of short daggers, each about a foot long and as thick as a finger.
The short thorns are conical in shape, thicker at the top and thinner at the bottom, with a sharp tip like a steel needle, and at the tip of the short thorns, a strange cold light gleams.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Ziwei's eyes narrowed immediately—the pair of short spikes used by this short, fat man were actually a kind of spiritual weapon.