The willow blade sliced across the man's neck, emitting a sharp metallic sound. Ye Tianfan could clearly see sparks flying off the blade.

Robot?

Could it be that this man is a robot?

A hint of horror flashed through Ye Tianfan's heart. With today's technology, it's unlikely a robot of such high intelligence could be made, right?

Moreover, how could a robot smoke?

He remembered that when they first engaged, the man was holding a cigarette.

Various guesses flashed through Ye Tianfan's mind, as the willow blade drew a cold arc and returned to Ye Tianfan's side.

The next moment, the cold gleam of the willow blade flickered incessantly, and a series of clanging metallic sounds rang out. The bullets originally aimed at Ye Tianfan were intercepted by the willow blade.

"Who are you, really?" Ye Tianfan steadied himself and simultaneously distanced himself from the man.

Ye Tianfan couldn't believe that there existed someone whom the willow blade couldn't pierce. Could this man truly be made of iron?

"Ye Family's Young Master, so much nonsense."

The man remained expressionless, surprisingly terse in speech. After uttering those words, he retrieved a gun from his armored vest and, without hesitation, began firing at Ye Tianfan.

Bullets whistled toward him, and Ye Tianfan had no chance to evade. Though he was a top-notch Ancient Martial Arts practitioner, bullets are always the ultimate killers of life.

Even Ancient Martial Arts are not omnipotent; neither the Golden Bell Shield nor the Iron Cloth Shirt from the Ancient Martial Realm could withstand the destructive power of bullets.

The best method for killing is always with a gun.

During the man's volley of bullets, the willow blade flickered continuously in front of Ye Tianfan, intercepting quite a few rounds with its cold gleam, yet it couldn't fully defend against the bullets' destructive power. Two bullets grazed Ye Tianfan's shoulder.

One bullet pierced Ye Tianfan's shoulder, while another merely brushed past, tearing off a large chunk of flesh from his shoulder.

"Hiss..."

Ye Tianfan took a sharp breath, his eyes immediately filled with endless killing intent. He had deliberately distanced himself from the man to dodge the pistol bullets, but now it seemed he had fallen into his trap!

Once the distance was widened, the gun's advantage fully came into play. Now, it was impossible for Ye Tianfan to engage in close combat unless the man ran out of bullets.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The man continued shooting without pause. Although Ye Tianfan had already unleashed his [Wind Travels Thousands of Miles] skill and blocked most of the bullets with the willow blade, he still couldn't advance even a step. The man's gun kept spewing flames, and bullets rained down mercilessly on Ye Tianfan.

In such a hailstorm of bullets, not being riddled like a sieve was already commendable, and counterattacking was almost impossible. Moreover, the man's speed in changing magazines was extremely fast, firing alternately with two guns without any interruption.

Just as Ye Tianfan struggled to fend off the bullets, a familiar coughing sound suddenly rang out by his ear.

"Cough cough... Even Ye Family's Young Master can be this embarrassed? Cough cough... Cough cough..."

Ye Tianfan's heart instantly rejoiced when he recognized the familiar voice—it was Ren Ningyue from the Celestial Punishment Team!

"Swish..."

A silhouette swiftly streaked across the night sky, moving fast enough to rival Ye Tianfan's [Wind Travels Thousands of Miles].

The next moment, a cold gleam flashed by.

"Ding..."

A metallic clash resounded as Ren Ningyue's demon blade, like a silver snake, sliced swiftly. Sparks flared across the man's chest, forcing him to stagger back several steps.

"Watch out!" Ye Tianfan urgently warned, swiftly dashing toward the man.

At this moment, surprise filled Ren Ningyue's eyes—her demon blade had truly struck the man.

But he was unscathed, except for a blood mark carved into his chest. He still managed to pull out a gun.

Seeing the gun barrel aimed at her head, a heavy dread settled in Ren Ningyue's heart.

It's over!

Once the man pulled the trigger, her head would surely be pierced.

At this critical moment, Ye Tianfan's silhouette flickered to the scene. His right hand harnessed fierce profound energy, ready to strike. Without waiting for the man to pull the trigger, Ye Tianfan delivered a solid palm strike to the man's chest.

"Bang..."

A muffled sound echoed as Ye Tianfan felt as if his strike hit some kind of metal, rendering his entire arm numb.

In an instant, the man's chest, centered on Ye Tianfan's palm, caved in oddly.

Followed by a "thud..." the man fell to his knees, powerless, a mouthful of blood spewing from his mouth and nose.

"Spurt..."

The man trembled, his eyes flashed with reluctance as he stammered: "This is just the beginning, you will all die!"

"Then you die first!"

Ye Tianfan questioned what the man meant, as many dying men spoke harshly. Ye Tianfan typically ignored such talk, and after coldly leaving these words, he swiftly lifted his hand, delivering a palm strike to the man's crown.

"Spurt..."

The man's body convulsed rapidly, and a mass of yellow-white substance spewed from his mouth and nose.

"Cough cough cough... Isn't what you're doing a bit too cruel?" Ren Ningyue furrowed her brows, flicking the yellow-white speckles from her skirt with a raised orchid finger.

At this moment, Ye Tianfan looked over to see that Qin Hu had already unknowingly arrived next to Ren Ningyue, and the demon blade was sheathed.

"Actually, I could've managed it myself." An expression of awkwardness swept across Ye Tianfan's face.

"Cough cough..." Ren Ningyue coughed, then revealed a poignant smile, saying, "Young Master Ye, I saw you being completely suppressed, unable to fight back."

Ye Tianfan's lips twitched: "An illusion, you must have imagined it."

Since leaving the Ye Family's Ancient Mansion, this was the first time Ye Tianfan had been suppressed so badly. He didn't want that embarrassing image to be spread, or else as the Ye Family's Young Master, he would become a laughing stock.

"Alright, let's say it's my illusion." Ren Ningyue smiled slightly, pointed at the man's corpse, and remarked, "This person is very unusual."

Ye Tianfan nodded: "Yes, it feels like he's a robot."

Ye Tianfan was also filled with astonishment; not only could the willow blade not pierce the man's body, but even Ren Ningyue's demon blade couldn't cleave his body. The man's physique was akin to a fortress.

Considering Huaxia Ancient Martial Arts, even top-tier defensive techniques like Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt could not reach this level!

Moreover, based on the earlier encounter, Ye Tianfan had long realized this person was not from the Ancient Martial Realm. He showed no traits of Ancient Martial Arts whatsoever, relying solely on guns for killing, certainly lacking any skills related to Golden Bell Shield or Iron Cloth Shirt.

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