505: C505 What Is True Art

C505 What Is True Art

In a primitive, undeveloped forest in Manxi, there were very few people.

The old trees in the forest covered the sky, and weeds grew everywhere. Snakes, insects, rats, wolves and leopards were everywhere. It was their paradise.

Since it was their paradise, it was naturally also some people's hell.

At this moment, there were a few teams patrolling outside the country. One of them accidentally stepped on a withered branch, or at least he thought it was a withered branch.

In the next moment, there was a prickly pain coming from his right ankle. Even though he was wearing boots, he was still easily stung.

He subconsciously lowered his head to look. Then, he discovered that a snake had slipped away.

"Damn it, I hope not..."

Before he could even say the word 'poison', the foreign personnel began to fall to the ground and convulse.

His companions hurriedly went forward to rescue him, but the antidotes were useless. As he foamed at the corner of his mouth, that person's legs twitched a few times, and then he stopped moving. His companion tested his pulse and found that it was gone.

"This is a terrible environment. This is the third person in our team who died!"

This was only their team. The situation of losing non-combat members was too serious.

In this place, they had their necks bitten off by a washbasin-sized spider. There were also some who had their heads bitten off by leopards that jumped down from trees, so they paid close attention to the situation ahead and above. However, no one noticed that another one had been bitten to death by a poisonous snake under their feet.

After hastily cleaning up the corpses of their companions, the team continued to patrol. Chen Qingchuan watched from afar on the tree in the distance.

He had already discovered the situation of the team, but he did not pay attention to it. What he was more concerned about was the small wooden house near the peak of the mountain.

He had already observed that Goldie was in that small wooden house. So what he needed to do now was to kill his way up as fast as possible. As for who would stop him during this process... Then it would be considered that whoever was lucky would be able to directly go on their way!

After coming down from the tree, Chen Qingchuan walked straight to the top of the mountain. The shortest distance between the two points was the shortest, and he carried it to the extreme.

Very soon, as he moved at this speed, he ran into the patrol team.

"My God! Why is this person moving so fast? It's as if he's flying."

"Quick, shoot, shoot..."

Before he could finish his words, the distance of a few hundred meters was already close. Immediately after, a dried branch easily pierced through the bulletproof vest on his body.

Looking at the dried branch that was like a sharp sword in front of his chest, this team member couldn't believe it even until his death. He would actually die under a dried branch in his entire life, and even under the condition that his bulletproof vest was pierced through.

He found his own death hard to believe, but before he fell to the ground, he saw how his companion died. That was even more difficult for him to accept, because everyone had a stalk of grass between their eyebrows. It was the most ordinary weed leaf.

It was this type of inconceivable method that made all of his companions die.

Before they came here, the headquarters had told them that Chen Qingchuan's combat strength was extremely high. At that time, they had even joked that no matter how strong his combat strength was, he would still be killed with a single spear strike. However, it was only now that he realized that they were wrong, because they didn't even have the chance to shoot!

He casually tossed them aside, and a bunch of [Kindling] flew down.

This fire was very magical, and the corpse immediately ignited a raging fire, but the surrounding vegetation was uninjured.

In a short instant, all the corpses were burned into nothingness, turning into ashes that drifted with the wind, as if they had never been to this world before.

At this moment, Chen Qingchuan was already several hundred meters away, encountering another patrol.

Similarly, the other party was not surprised at all, and then disappeared from this world.

In less than three minutes, Chen Qingchuan arrived at the small wooden house near the mountaintop.

There were several teams patrolling around the wooden house. All of them were in high spirits and seemed to be the elites of the team.2

However, they all had the same yellow skin, and they were the same race. They were completely different from the teams from other countries.

It was also because of this that Chen Qingchuan did not kill them. Instead, he used his skills directly, causing an indescribable fragrance to instantly rise up in the surroundings. When this fragrance entered one's nose, all those who smelled it would fall to the ground and faint, losing all consciousness.

In just a short dozen seconds, all of the soldiers around the wooden cabin fell to the ground.

Chen Qingchuan walked into the wooden house. Just like what he had investigated previously, the gold hung on the beam.

There were some other people in the house, but they all fainted and fell to the ground. It was obvious that it was because of the unusual fragrance he used.

Looking at their appearances and clothes, they were all of the same species, and were just ordinary weapons. Chen Qingchuan did not kill them, but went forward to save the gold.

However, the moment he untied Goldie from the beam, there was the sound of a rapid ticking of a second!

There was a bomb!

Chen Qingchuan was furious. Those bastards wanted to kill him, but they didn't even let go of the soldiers.

In the next moment, there was a loud thunderstorm. A strong smoke rose from the top of the mountain, and gravel rolled down the hillside.

From afar, it looked like a volcanic eruption!

On another adjacent mountain, several high-tech electron binoculars were watching the top of the mountain where the explosion had occurred. The back of each telescope was connected to a data cable, which finally converged on the computer. It was projected into a clear 360 degrees circle scene.

However, the scene was not clear anymore, because there was a thick smoke from the explosion. Not to mention they could only see through the telescope, even if they were personally in the explosion, they would not be able to see the specific scene in the smoke!

"Very good, I have tested the power of the explosives over there before. The diamonds within a radius of 100 meters will be catalyzed, leaving no traces behind. Even if Chen Qingchuan's combat strength is really strong, he will still die this time. There's no way he can escape!"

The person who spoke was a weirdo with an ugly face. As the saying goes, ugly people tend to cause trouble. His hairstyle was also strange. Half of his hair was missing, while the other half was bald. This kind of hair should be called Yin Yang hair.

The Yin Yang Head laughed strangely and said to the other twenty plus people in the room, "You all want to kill Chen Qingchuan yourself? It seems like there's no need for that. This so-called expert has already turned into ashes!"

Those twenty over people were all experts from all over the world. Some used guns while others used knives. All of them had their own strengths, and all of them used killing as their skills. If killing was also an art, then they were more than twenty well-deserved artists.

Since they were artists, they naturally had their own pursuits for the arts they were good at.

However, this investigation did not come to fruition in the end. They wanted to kill Chen Qingchuan. However, the higher-ups had set up a bomb for the sake of ensuring the safety of the Yin-Yang Head. At this moment, the facts had already been proven. Chen Qingchuan had been killed by the bomb. There was no chance for them to make a move.

The Yin-Yang Head stretched out both of its hands, as if it was hugging the sun in the sky. Its face was filled with madness, "This is the true art, the art of explosion!"

"Bullshit art, my knife technique is the real art!"

"That is a spear technique that you have never witnessed before. My spear technique is a god's art!"

"Alright, all of you stop using art. Chen Qingchuan is already dead. It's useless for us to stay here. Let's just leave!"

That was true. Since their target, Chen Qingchuan, was dead, what was the use of them staying behind to discuss who had the ability or art?

Everyone shook their heads, then stood up and brought their own art tools, preparing to leave.

However, the moment they opened the door, they saw a person appear at the door. This person was carrying a heavily injured and unconscious piece of gold on his shoulder.

"Art?" This person held the gold with one hand and stretched out with one hand. Blue lightning crackled as he said, "You want to know what art is, right? Sure, I will now let you know what true art is!! "

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