108: Chapter 108 Pentakill Godlike

There was not a shred of hesitation in Mo Yufei's eyes, only cold, bone-chilling murderous rage.

Since their bullets cannot hurt me.

Then I shall slaughter every enemy using the most primitive, violent, and satisfying method possible!

A Japanese Army soldier who had turned to flee had only managed to run two steps.

Mo Yufei took a single step forward.

One step covered three meters, and the dust on the ground exploded outward!

His speed was so fast that his black shadow lingered in the naked eye.

His right hand gripped his black battle saber tightly; there were no flashy moves, only the simplest, most brutal downward slash!

A flash of cold light!

Puchi—!

Together with his Type 38 rifle, the man was sliced in two!

The cut was smooth and sharp, and blood sprayed into the sky.

That Japanese Army soldier didn't even have time to finish his scream; his upper body flew into the air while his lower body collapsed limply into the mud.

All the Japanese soldiers froze, their scalps tingling!

Too fast! Too ruthless! Too decisive!

Mo Yufei muttered, "63 or 65! I got them mixed up!"

Another Japanese Army soldier roared to bolster his courage, turned around with his rifle, and thrust his bayonet straight at Mo Yufei's chest.

The bayonet was sharp, its cold light biting.

But the moment the blade tip touched the black armor,

Clang!!

A harsh metallic clang rang out, and the bayonet chipped and bent instantly!

Mo Yufei raised his hand, his iron palm locking onto the barrel of the opponent's rifle.

His five fingers exerted force!

Crack!

The steel barrel was flattened and crushed with his bare hands!

The Japanese Army soldier's pupils dilated, his face full of despair.

The next second, Mo Yufei took advantage of the momentum to yank the rifle.

The immense brute force dragged the man forward, causing him to lose his balance.

He raised his knee in a fierce strike!

Thud!

It precisely shattered the chest cartilage!

A dull thud accompanied the sound of breaking bones; the Japanese soldier spat out blood, his body collapsing softly.

The entire process took one second—clean, efficient, with no wasted movement.

"Another one!" Mo Yufei laughed as he charged toward two nearby Japanese soldiers.

Those two Japanese soldiers were so terrified they pulled their triggers frantically.

Bullets fired at point-blank range slammed into the black armor on his chest and arms.

Sparks flew everywhere, the sound dense and rapid.

Still zero damage!

Mo Yufei didn't even blink.

He sidestepped, dodging the line of fire, and closed in for hand-to-hand combat.

His left hand grabbed the wrist, and he twisted it with a backhand motion!

Crack! The Japanese soldier's wrist holding the gun was dislocated and snapped!

His battle saber followed through with a horizontal slash!

A line of blood swept across, and a rain of blood showered the yellow earth of the battlefield.

A Japanese Army squad machine gunner set up a Type 11 light machine gun and fired frantically to suppress him.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Tongues of fire spewed wildly, and bullets covered the front of Mo Yufei's torso.

Useless! All useless!

Mo Yufei charged straight ahead through the hail of bullets, neither dodging nor blinking!

The machine gunner's face turned pale; his fingers pulled the trigger frantically, his eyes filled with absolute terror.

He had been fighting for so long, and this was the first time he had ever seen someone charge head-on into a machine gun, pushing through without a single scratch!

He covered the ten-meter distance in an instant.

Mo Yufei raised his hand and precisely pressed down on the machine gun barrel.

The scorching barrel, vibrating at high speed, was locked dead by his extreme physical strength!

The machine gun jammed, overloaded, and went silent!

In the instant the machine gunner's mind went blank, the blade light descended.

A single slash severed the gun mount and went on to cleave through the shoulder and neck!

The shrill scream came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, the battlefield had completely turned into a one-sided slaughterhouse.

Mo Yufei didn't use any fancy tricks.

It was just fast, ruthless, accurate, violent, and overwhelming.

Of this charging group of Japanese soldiers, only about twenty remained; they were in complete disarray, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

But no one could escape.

Some were caught up to in a single stride, their backs slashed, and they were knocked to the ground.

Some tried to crawl and hide in shell craters, only to have their weapons crushed by a stomp, their necks slashed, and their heads severed instantly, only to be kicked away by Mo Yufei like a soccer ball.

Some tried to flank and ambush him, but as soon as they circled to the side, they were captured by Mo Yufei's extreme dynamic vision.

Sidestep, raise hand, block, counter-kill.

Every time he struck, a life ended.

At this moment, he was like a child holding a wooden sword, slashing at wildflowers by the roadside, except now, with every slash, a head fell.

Smoke billowed across the battlefield, and bloody mud splattered everywhere.

His black armor remained unstained by blood; Mo Yufei stepped on the corpses of his enemies, rapidly hunting down the fleeing Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese Army assault squad, which had been ferocious and bloodthirsty just moments ago, beating the defending army into submission, was wiped out in mere tens of seconds.

The entire unit collapsed, slaughtered to the last man!

Mutilated corpses littered the ground, weapons were smashed to pieces, and pools of blood spread out.

In the trenches behind, all the officers and soldiers were stunned, dumbfounded, and boiling with excitement!

From deathly silence to trembling, to scalp-tingling shock, and finally to blood boiling in their chests!

"Kill!! He is really killing them!!"

"My goodness! This is a god of war descended to earth!"

"One slash per person! The Japanese soldiers can't even take a single hit!"

"Bullets can't hurt him, blades can't kill him, he's hunting the Japanese soldiers down like livestock!!"

The soldiers forgot their pain, forgot their fatigue, and forgot the despair of being on the brink of defeat just moments ago.

Everyone gripped their rifles and sabers tightly, their blood running hot, staring fixedly at that black, murderous figure, their eyes filled with fanatical awe and excitement.

The Robot Chief of Staff had just completed an emergency self-check in 30 seconds, forcibly bypassing the system's safety protocols to initiate a destruction program against the humans posing a threat to our side.

It immediately locked onto the enemies on the battlefield and drew the energy gun from its waist. The moment it touched it, the Robot Chief of Staff realized the energy gun's status was unusable; the firing mechanism used a rune array, which had also failed.

The Robot Chief of Staff immediately switched to a cold weapon and also charged onto the battlefield, erupting with extreme mechanical sprinting speed!

Dust exploded into the air, and its metallic body crushed shell craters and ruins as it charged straight toward the fleeing Japanese Army soldiers!

Two Japanese Army soldiers who had turned to sprint away hadn't even run three steps.

The Robot Chief of Staff suddenly appeared right in their faces, its right-arm telescopic bayonet instantly ejecting, gleaming with cold light.

Puchi!

A single blade pierced through their backs, the alloy blade pinning them through their chests!

The mechanical arm jerked upward, its brute force crushing bones and flesh; the Japanese Army soldiers couldn't even let out a scream, as they were hoisted into the air and tossed to the ground, blood spraying across the yellow earth.

The Japanese Army squad went completely insane with panic!

In front was the unkillable black-armored monster, and now another steel killing machine had rushed out!

"Mechanical monster! It's an evil weapon ghost!"

"Fight back! Quickly, fight back!"

The remaining dozen or so Japanese soldiers hurriedly turned their guns, aiming their rifles and Type 11 light machine guns at the Robot Chief of Staff and firing wildly.

Bullets slammed densely against the robot's alloy shell, sparking and flashing.

Ineffective! Completely ineffective!

The standard rifle ammunition of this era couldn't even scratch the robot's surface coating of special alloy!

The Robot Chief of Staff feared no firepower, ignoring all the rain of bullets; its tactical algorithms calculated at high speed, its movement paths were extremely tricky, completely avoiding ineffective damage, only closing in to kill.

Its mechanical pincers locked tightly onto a Japanese Army soldier who was trying to counterattack with his rifle.

Crack—!

The crisp sound of shattering bones was clear and harsh!

Its mechanical brute force far exceeded the limits of any mortal, locking onto the opponent's torso and forcibly twisting until the shoulder bones shattered.

The Japanese Army soldier's eyes bulged, he spat out blood foam, and the Type 38 rifle in his hands slipped from his grasp.

The next instant, the alloy blade on the robot's fingertip sliced.

The blood vessels and trachea on the side of the neck were instantly severed—clean, efficient, a one-shot kill.

This was mechanized slaughter: no emotion, no pause, no mercy.

Lock on, charge, kill, lock on again.

The entire process had zero errors, zero hesitation—a pure, cold, and efficient slaughter!

The battlefield had completely turned into a double slaughterhouse!

On the battlefield.

The last surviving Japanese Army soldier was so terrified that he dropped his gun, crawled to his knees, raised his hands high, and trembled uncontrollably, his courage completely shattered.

He looked at the corpses covering the ground, looked at that black-armored figure standing amidst the blood and fire like a demon god, and couldn't even manage to cry out.

Mo Yufei walked slowly toward him.

On his armor, the dense marks of bullets and sparks still remained.

The residual heat of gunfire had not yet dissipated.

He lowered his head, his eyes cold, without a shred of pity.

In this chaotic era, those who invade shall be killed.

No extra words were needed.

He raised his hand and brought down his blade.

The final sound marked the end.

On the entire assault position, there was no enemy left standing.

The wind whistled, and the smoke slowly drifted away.

Mo Yufei stood in the center of the sea of corpses, his black armor upright, his posture like a spear.

Connection to the secret realm lost, cultivation reset to zero, supernatural powers sealed.

But!

He can kill!

He can kill ruthlessly!

He can kill satisfyingly!

He can kill to his heart's content!