With a forced smile, Hu Shan led seven or eight guards, including Mo Te, the best marksman, to accompany Zhou Xuan and Wei Xiaoyu to the basement.
The basement is enormous, nearly 3,000 square meters, with a garage on the other side. The gun training range is also very advanced, with all the equipment being of the most advanced standard.
Zhou Xuan knew nothing about firearms or marksmanship. He wanted to practice shooting simply to test his supernatural bullet and see if it had the same effect as the bullets used by that assassin.
However, Zhou Xuan's excited and impulsive expression was undisguised, which led Hu Shan and his group to misunderstand and think that Zhou Xuan wanted to show off his gun skills in front of them and give them a warning.
Otherwise, Zhou Xuan should have done something to them last night. At the very least, he should have said something. But nothing happened all night. Clearly, Zhou Xuan disregards his authority, which is something Hu Shan absolutely cannot tolerate.
In the spacious basement, Hu Shan and seven or eight others looked at Zhou Xuan with disdain. In an era that highly valued seniority, someone suddenly appeared and received the highest level of treatment, which was more senior than their own years of experience. How could they bear this?
Besides, they hadn't personally witnessed Zhou Xuan possess any skills superior to theirs. Judging from Zhou Xuan's physique and movements, he seemed quite ordinary, which only fueled their resentment. At Hu Shan's call, they immediately came over, ready to embarrass Zhou Xuan and make him lose face at the Prince's residence. This would prevent Prince Tuluk from treating him so badly in the future. However, their impression of Zhou Xuan's female companion, Wei Xiaoyu, was quite different. They hadn't expected Zhou Xuan to have such an exceptionally beautiful woman. Although Wei Xiaoyu was a typical and extremely standard Eastern beauty, which differed from the beauty standards of Western Europe and Arabia, as long as someone was beautiful, regardless of race or appearance, the criteria for recognizing beauty were roughly the same worldwide.
The guards under Hu Shan were mostly elites from various neighboring countries. They were all unruly and ruthless. When they saw Zhou Xuan, they made no attempt to hide their provocation, but when they saw Wei Xiaoyu, their eyes were full of teasing and mockery.
Zhou Xuan wasn't particularly angry about this, not because he was afraid of these people, but because he was past the age of easily getting angry for a woman. Although he had no memory of it, he naturally had these thoughts in his mind. Moreover, he knew that Wei Xiaoyu wouldn't like these kinds of things, so why get angry over them?
Wei Xiaomian knew perfectly well what these people were thinking and what they were looking at. If Zhou Xuan hadn't been able to fight back before, she would have fought them without hesitation and made them suffer. She was capable of standing up for her lover. But now she knew that Zhou Xuan's superpowers could completely control these people, and that they were far more powerful than her own skills. To be honest, Zhou Xuan's abilities were beyond what martial arts could counter.
Therefore, Wei Xiaoyu was not worried. On the contrary, she wanted these people to fight Zhou Xuan. They would only suffer a greater defeat at Zhou Xuan's hands. However, Zhou Xuan's heart might be a little softer than hers.
Hu Shan chuckled, then waved his hand, and several of his men brought out dozens of rifles and a large crate of ammunition, placing them in front of him.
Yi Xin stood next to Wei Xiaoyu, frowning. It was clear that Hu Shan did not have good intentions towards Zhou Xuan. Although he had only known Zhou Xuan and Wei Xiaoyu for a day or two, he had a good impression of them. In addition, they were all Chinese, so naturally he would not side with outsiders!
He then whispered to Zhou Xuan, "Mr. Zhou, you need to be careful. They... they want to make a fool of you!"
Zhou Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded, saying, "I understand, thank you!"
To be honest, Zhou Xuan hadn't thought of that aspect. He was only focused on his superpowered bullet head. When he heard Yi Xin say that and looked at the expressions of Hu Shan and his group, he couldn't help but chuckle. He thought to himself, if they wanted to provoke him, then he wouldn't hold back!
To gain a foothold and establish a firm foothold with Prince Tuluk, one really needs to establish authority in front of these people. Just look at their expressions to see how well Xiaoyu will fare in the future; they only respect the strong. To deal with scholars, you need to be more knowledgeable than them; to deal with warriors, your stance needs to be tougher than theirs for them to submit. Don't be fooled by their fierce appearance; warriors are much more straightforward than scholars. If they submit to someone, they truly submit; if they don't, then they don't submit—there's nothing more to say.
Seeing his men lay out their guns and ammunition, Hu Shan chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhou, if you want to test the firearms, how would you like to? My brothers are all experts; would you like me to teach you?"
These words were extremely provocative and arrogant.
Zhou Xuan smiled and spread his hands, saying, "I don't really know anything about guns. I've never even touched one. I only want to test the bullets I've specially made, that's all. To be honest, I don't know anything about these guns except for their names: pistols and rifles!"
Hu Shan and the others burst into laughter when they heard Zhou Xuan show weakness as soon as he opened his mouth.
Wei Xiaoyu's face darkened, and she immediately strode forward, picked up the gun with both hands, disassembled it with a series of crackling sounds, then quickly reassembled it, and then clicked the magazine back in. She then fired all the bullets in the pistol at the bullseye a hundred meters away without even aiming.
After emptying the pistol, he casually tossed it aside, picked up the semi-automatic rifle, loaded it with remarkable skill, fired again, emptied the magazine, then picked up another gun, loaded it again, and fired again, until he had loaded and fired all the guns in front of him.
Wei Xiaoyu's move immediately stunned Hu Shan and the others!
Of course, what shocked them was not the reason why Wei Xiaoyu could fire a gun, but her familiarity and proficiency with all types of firearms, and the shock of aiming at the head. After Wei Xiaoyu fired her bullets, they all realized that she was not firing blindly, but that every bullet hit the bullseye a hundred meters away.
After Wei Xiaoyu finished shooting, she threw down her gun, smiled faintly, and returned to Zhou Xuan's side, saying to Hu Shan and the others, "I learned my marksmanship from my husband. How do you compare to him?"
Yi Xin felt relieved at this point and calmly turned to face Hu Shan and the others.
Hu Shan and his eight companions were immediately stunned, their faces filled with embarrassed expressions!
Although they were ruthless and arrogant, they never put on a show of strength. They were honest about being inferior to others. Wei Xiaoyu's extremely skillful gun assembly and disassembly techniques and her superb marksmanship were unmatched by any of them, including the two best marksmen, Mott and Hu Shan. They couldn't match Wei Xiaoyu's skill. Hearing Yi Xin's translation that Wei Xiaoyu had learned her marksmanship from Zhou Xuan, it seemed that Zhou Xuan was just pretending to be weak!
If their marksmanship is even better than Wei Xiaoyu's, then they are naturally far inferior.
Wei Xiaoyu then seized the opportunity to say, "Gentlemen, from now on, when we do things together, my husband has practiced some martial arts. Does anyone know..."
one time?"
Hu Shan's eyes darted to a guard beside him. In the blink of an eye, the guard stepped forward, grinned at Zhou Xuan, and said, "Mr. Zhou, let me test my skills with you. What's that called in Chinese again?"
Zhou Xuan smiled faintly and said, "It's called 'exchanging skills,' those are the two words we use in China!"
"Yes, yes, I once sparred with a Chinese martial arts master who ran a martial arts school in France. He only used the words 'exchange of skills.' But hey, his Chinese martial arts weren't very advanced." I've heard that Chinese martial arts like "Shaolin" and "Wudang" are very mysterious. I've always wanted to see them. I wonder if Mr. Zhou has any connection with these two martial arts?
The guard continued, but his words were mostly mocking, ridiculing Chinese martial arts to the extreme.
Zhou Xuan chuckled, "I only learned a little bit of Wudang martial arts. Since you're so eager to try Chinese martial arts, I'll grant your wish!"
The guard laughed heartily, then took off his coat, revealing only a vest underneath. The muscles on his arms bulged out, and his hands made a constant cracking sound like popping beans as he moved them.
Yi Xin became worried about Zhou Xuan again. This guard was the strongest among Prince Tuluk's guards. He could break bricks with his bare hands and punch through several inches of wooden planks. According to Chinese kung fu, this was external kung fu, like Iron Shirt or Golden Bell Cover, and he had reached a very high level.
Wei Xiaoyu was naturally not worried. Although she was weaker than this person, he was still no match for her in a real fight. As for Zhou Xuan, she would have no chance at all. To these people, Zhou Xuan's ability was the difference between a god and a mortal.
Zhou Xuan stepped forward and said calmly, "Let's stop here. Please give me your guidance!"
Zhou Xuan's slender frame contrasted sharply with the guard's tall and stout figure, creating a stark contrast. The guard seemed to exude an aura that could easily knock Zhou Xuan to the ground with a single gesture. He chuckled and said, "I'm about to make my move!"
Seeing that his opponent was so weak, the guard didn't want to use any harsh methods. He just wanted to defeat him and that would be enough. If Zhou Xuan were to admit defeat now, as long as he showed weakness, he could let him go. So he made that clear before making his move.
Zhou Xuan smiled, crossed his arms, and raised them in the manner of Chinese martial arts etiquette.
Without hesitation, the guard raised his right hand and, with a shout, thrust it straight at Zhou Xuan's left shoulder. He only used half his strength in this punch, but if it had landed properly, Zhou Xuan would likely have been dislocated or even suffered a fracture, and would definitely have been bedridden for ten days to half a month. Because his punch was so powerful, he held back half his strength, and the target was only Zhou Xuan's shoulder. If it had landed, Zhou Xuan would have only been injured, not in any life-threatening danger.
Seeing that the guard was holding back, Zhou Xuan didn't want to embarrass him too much. He pointed his finger at the guard's right elbow, and the guard's right hand suddenly went cold. The force of his strike vanished, and the guard's hand fell limply halfway down. However, Zhou Xuan was still a meter away from him and did not touch him.
The loss of strength caused the guard to hesitate for a moment before he tried to exert force again. However, when he tried to exert force again, he immediately felt that the force in his body could only reach his shoulders and could not be transferred to his arms no matter what. It was as if the area below his shoulders was not part of his body!
The guard was taken aback, as he hadn't seen how Zhou Xuan had done it. He immediately stepped back, stared at Zhou Xuan with wide eyes, and then channeled his energy into his left hand, striking at Zhou Xuan again. This time, he was more careful, and he didn't use all his strength, even less so, only using four-tenths of his power.
Zhou Xuan chuckled, then flicked his finger at the guard's left elbow. This time, the guard saw it clearly: Zhou Xuan's finger had flicked his elbow, and then his left hand fell limply to the ground.
The guard was greatly alarmed!