110: 30 chapters Praying Mantis Catching Sparrows 110: 30 chapters Praying Mantis Catching Sparrows “Sneaky rats!

Come out!”

Old Hammer’s roar was explosive, his arms striking out like a bow releasing its arrow.

He had just heard a footstep.

The sounds of Zhang Xianchong’s fight with the Green Forest bandit, the distant gunfire, and the noise from the receivers and loudspeakers seriously interfered with his control over the situation on the field.

But his keen awareness still caught that faint footstep.

Athletic martial artists were not as lacking in adaptability as some heroes might imagine.

In fact, the Paralympics nowadays wasn’t limited to just one set of rules, but included various restrictions such as “different terrains,” “sacrificing one sense,” and “combat against fully automated firearm positions,” which basically simulated most situations one would encounter in real combat.

The most famous martial artists were mostly only interested in the “Unlimited Combat” rule, but most athletes wanting to raise their seasonal ranking and placement need to participate in several events beyond Unlimited Combat.

Old Hammer had also participated in “No Vision arenas.” His biological brain could even, for the most part, filter out the “footsteps of martial artists” from ambient sounds before most algorithms could.

Of course, the person approaching was Xiang Shan.

The metallic aerosol shrouded everyone’s vision and radar and also cut off electromagnetic communications.

The sound devices buried underground further interfered with the hearing of nearby martial artists.

However, since these devices were set up by Xiang Shan himself, he knew their locations and therefore could eliminate the interference through preset algorithms.

The recent series of fights allowed him to grasp the positions of his surrounding enemies.

Xiang Shan’s hearing wasn’t particularly strong, but his prosthetic eye was indeed sophisticated.

Even in this mist of dark silver aerosol, he could still distinguish his enemies’ outlines through the slightest bit of light, and then combine this visual information with what his hearing told him about their movements.

Realizing he’d been exposed, he didn’t feel any regret, instead, he slid backward while raising his palm to meet the attack.

Xiang Shan didn’t use his full speed at the start, and his movements weren’t fast.

Old Hammer, hearing the change in the wind, quickly adjusted and placed his hand on Xiang Shan’s wrist.

However, although he could clearly feel the pressure sensors between his fingers responding, the feedback from his elbow and shoulder joints was as if striking at the air, very counterintuitive.

Startled, Old Hammer already understood that this man’s external strength was superior to his own.

His right hand’s fingers gripped the opponent’s left wrist more firmly, then tried to drag the opponent’s left hand toward his right side, attempting to press down both arms of his opponent with one hand.

His left hand quickly reached forward, trying to push the opponent to disrupt their balance.

But he still felt as though his right hand was pulling at air.

In such close-quarters tangles, when both parties are on a similar level, the defender’s “dissolving” kung fu, at best, makes the attacker feel like the enemy’s power is barely there.

The complete lack of felt power in this case could only mean one thing — there’s a clear disparity between their levels, and the defender had anticipated the attacker’s moves in advance, making a preemptive response instead of reacting on the fly.

As his power was fully exerted, he suddenly felt a new force rising from his right hand, a counterattack lifting his body slightly.

His left palm that had been pushed forward landed on the opponent’s shoulder.

With a shrug of that shoulder, Xiang Shan nudged Old Hammer half a step back.

Old Hammer only heard a voice within the metallic mist, laughing, “Mech Armor Iron Fist?

Not bad.”

No sooner had the words been spoken than Deborah attacked.

She raised her arm, a blade cleaving down.

This stroke contained several variations.

Xiang Shan twisted his body, tilting his head in advance.

The blade slashed down just a half-inch from his face.

Through this, Xiang Shan also had a good look at the weapon.

“An armor-piercing bullet…

the launcher is also blade-equipped,” he noted.

He had clearly heard the sound of Deborah’s armor-piercing bullet killing the Blade Guest earlier.

There must be a firearm on her that can instantly penetrate heavy armor, and this weapon was limited to a single shot at a time and was cumbersome to reload.

Not knowing the specifics of the opponent’s weapon, he would never stay on the extension line of that weapon.

But now that he knew the weapon’s design…

Old Hammer suddenly bellowed, “Miss, go switch with Zhang Xianchong!

Let the two of us deal with him!”

In just one encounter, Old Hammer realized that the enemy in this fog was a rare and dangerous criminal.

Zhang Xianchong and Deborah Zhao were actually not too different in terms of skills, but Deborah’s identity was different.

She alone had the status of “Protector” here.

Zhang Xianchong’s “ideals” and Old Hammer’s “future” were all pinned on her.

Objectively speaking, she was the person in this squad that least could afford to die.

Old Hammer’s thinking was simple: if he and Deborah confronted this strong enemy together, then he would definitely be completely dominated — his “desire” would affect his judgment, making him unwilling to let loose and attack.

Such subtle shifts in emotions could be amplified by algorithms, ultimately affecting the strategic formation of attack and defense.

In facing such a powerful opponent, this was very dangerous.

Old Hammer would rather team up with Zhang Xianchong to deal with this man, allowing the lady to go and take down the Green Forest ruffian.

From the sounds of Zhang Xianchong’s fight, although the Green Forest ruffian was also strong, he was at least not as formidable as this one.

Strictly in terms of martial arts, Old Hammer was the highest in the whole team.

Scientific Knights had a principle of obedience and would never contradict the judgement of professionals.

Deborah instantly withdrew, turning to rush towards another battle group.

Zhang Xianchong also heard Old Hammer’s shout and directly abandoned Rod to attack.

Rod, who had been suppressed by Zhang Xianchong, naturally wanted to retreat when given a moment to catch his breath.

But Deborah had already arrived, and with a flash of blade, she cut off one of Rod’s spider legs.

Rod screamed, scolding, “I’m right here!”

There were a few sparse footsteps coming over.

All the masters from “Wild Myth” were out, and Han alone naturally couldn’t stop them.

The expert in Firearms Path had indeed targeted several Martial Artists.

Yet, several people had still broken through his blockade line and entered into the midst of the battle.

Deborah also understood that for a Protector, every member of Green Forest was an enemy.

She wielded both hands, taking on the new arrivals.

Old Hammer was still holding Xiang Shan’s wrist.

He took his “Listening Skill” to the extreme, continuously adapting his form in accordance with the intelligence sensed through his hearing.

Relying on the advantage of his arms being longer than his opponent’s, he wanted to keep the enemy out of their striking range and within his own.

Within moments, Zhang Xianchong had already killed his way over.

This former Hero wielded two steel maces as weapons.

Sharp weapons cause harm through penetrative and piercing force, countering the target’s hardness.

Blunt weapons, meanwhile, inflict damage through kinetic energy, going against the target’s structural strength.

In the history of Natural People, sharp weapons were also more suitable for confronting unarmored targets.

But in the age of Cybernetically Enhanced People, External Armor made everyone the equivalent of “armored” status, greatly reducing the lethality of sharp weapons.

High-frequency wave blades may look like swords, but they operate on a principle completely different from traditional swords—they concentrate the energy of vibrations on a very small area, causing metal fatigue in a short time and thus damaging the external armor.

Moreover, the manufacturing and maintenance costs of such weapons are higher than those of blunt weapons and firearms.

Among Jianghu Heroes, blunt weapons were much more popular than sharp weapons.

Zhang Xianchong’s two steel maces, each weighing one hundred and twenty kilograms, could also release high-voltage electricity, which could essentially cause piercing damage to Cybernetically Enhanced People with poor insulation protection.

Moreover, Zhang Xianchong’s own Mace Technique was extraordinary, and with such a pair of maces, he had already crushed numerous skilled fighters.

The problem was that, now inside the metal aerosol, activating this electric ability would only harm themselves, so Zhang Xianchong could only rely on kinetic energy to meet the enemy at this point.

Xiang Shan, having gone around with Old Hammer for several turns, was unhurriedly using Old Hammer’s arm to block the steel maces from Zhang Xianchong.

The instant his wrist was struck, Old Hammer felt a slight confusion in his transmission parts.

This momentary opportunity allowed Xiang Shan to break free.

Xiang Shan’s footwork was like street dancing, swaggeringly sliding backward, instantly escaping Old Hammer’s field of view.

Zhang Xianchong let out a tiger roar and lunged forward.

Old Hammer, fearing a misstep, did not dare to let Zhang Xianchong face the enemy alone and also followed the sound of footsteps quickly.

Several more Green Forest members also charged towards the sound.

Those who could join the battlefield were all no mean fighters—at least, both Zhang Xianchong and Old Hammer found it very difficult to kill them with a single move.

In an instant, the situation plunged into extreme chaos.

Zhang Xianchong and Old Hammer had already understood the current problem.

Due to Iron Dust’s ability to interfere with electromagnetic waves, modern communication systems were completely nullified, and “sound,” this means of communication, was extremely insufficient in conveying information.

Neither their government team nor the Green Forest members could fully leverage the advantage of “numbers,” and the chaotic situation led to their power being consumed in one-on-one confrontations.

In this chaotic battle constituted by countless “one-on-ones,” Xiang Shan was at a huge advantage.

His individual strength was undoubtedly the strongest on the field, and without any “friendly units,” anyone around him was definitely an enemy, so just fight them.

Zhang Xianchong and Old Hammer each had overturned several Green Forest members but found no way to escape the predicament.

They couldn’t afford to let a Hero skilled in assassination roam freely on this battlefield with extremely low visibility.

Old Hammer had managed to force him out once, which was already lucky.

In the current noisy environment, Old Hammer had no assurance of doing it a second time.

And if he turned his attention to kill Deborah, these two might not be able to prevent it in time, and so they could only bite down hard on him.

Thus, under Xiang Shan’s control, the battlefield moved towards the edge of Iron Dust.

Meanwhile, Rod was retreating rapidly.

In just a few short minutes, Deborah had already cut off two of his legs.

He kept calling, ordering his companions to temporarily stop this woman while he turned around, left the battlefield, and aimed to return to the Great Stockade through the cave.

Over these few minutes, he had somewhat realized that the Hero and these Martial Artists were not of the same group—the techniques of these Martial Artists were closer to the government, likely targeting that Hero as well.

But this didn’t provide grounds for “reconciliation”—after all, beneath them was their stronghold, and once a Green Forest Stronghold was known to the government, there was only one outcome.

Therefore, even knowing this, Rod still had to find a way to defeat the enemies before him.

He wanted to return to the interior of the Great Stockade and leverage the stronghold’s power to contend with Deborah.