"Three steps ahead, pounce."
Lin Xing's muscles tensed like steel wires twisting, and using the Taiqing Long Fist's method of exerting force, he pounced forward like a tiger.
"Four steps back, dodge left."
With the terrain ahead etched in his mind, he shook his legs and dodged to the left.
"Huge rock ahead, evade."
As he kept reminding himself, Lin Xing displayed a movement technique like a crane spreading its wings, flashing behind a huge boulder.
Time rewound over and over, paying the price of life after life, Lin Xing ceaselessly honed the movement technique, footwork, and force-exertion of the Tai Chu Long Fist.
Taiqing Long Fist (Level 3 31.4%) → Taiqing Long Fist (Level 3 58.1%)
Meanwhile, he gradually mastered the optimal route to advance, even starting to memorize the spots where he was shot.
On an open field, no matter how many times Lin Xing charged, he was simply gunned down.
But in this mountain forest, with its complex terrain and plethora of cover, the bandits' visibility was limited.
Thus, under countless astonished gazes, Lin Xing charged and weaved like swift lightning, using the protection of trees, rocks, and terrain to miraculously reach his destination.
On the other side, seeing Lin Xing advancing, a dark-skinned youth shouted angrily, "Shoot him dead!"
More bandits began firing at Lin Xing's position, kicking up clouds of dust and resounding through the forest with a cacophony of gunshots.
Lin Xing felt a surge of pain in his right shoulder and knew he had been hit.
"The terrain is complex, but as the distance closes, the danger increases."
However, to Lin Xing, who had died countless times and experienced hundreds of deaths, the excruciating pain that would scare or deter others was nothing.
Merely faltering in his step, his powerful body burst forth with strength and he began to sprint again.
His mind brimmed with experiences from past deaths, revealing one opening after another before him. As the dark-skinned youth grew nearer, Lin Xing thought, "This time, I must at least land a hit on him."
Bang!
He was shot in the abdomen.
Bang!
He was shot in the thigh.
Blood sprayed from his wounds, but Lin Xing merely rolled on the ground before scrambling to his feet and continuing his charge.
He thought, "At this distance, it's impossible to dodge all the bullets."
Countless deaths provided him with rich experience in countering firearms.
Unable to avoid all the gunfire, he tried to actively choose less severe injuries and even maneuvered his torso and legs to make the impact of the bullets more predictable, aiming to maintain as much mobility as possible.
Yet the difficulty was still terrifying, and this was the first time he had managed to move forward after being hit by three bullets.
Even Lin Xing was somewhat surprised by his own success, thinking to himself, "Lucky this time."
So, under the shocked eyes of the onlookers, Lin Xing actually broke through to the dark-skinned youth. Although he was covered in blood, the intensity he radiated made him seem like a ferocious beast in the eyes of others.
The next moment, a tangible murderous intent erupted from Lin Xing.
Under the release of his killing intent, the bandits nearby immediately felt intensely deterred, their bodies stiffening at that moment.
"Seeking death," the leading dark-skinned youth sneered coldly, unaffected as he raised his gun at Lin Xing.
But just as he was about to pull the trigger, an invisible force struck the barrel, deflecting the bullet's path.
It was Lin Xing who had launched a mental strike at the barrel.
The dark-skinned youth had no time to wonder what had happened or to work the bolt; as Lin Xing charged right at him, his face twisted with ferocity, drawing his knife to confront the attack.
"You're not afraid of death?" The dark-skinned youth's knife swept toward him like a waterfall, "I'll let you know there are things worse than death."
Under the sweeping blade light, Lin Xing, already wounded, couldn't dodge in time and was left with streaks of blood on his body.
But in the next moment, the blade light suddenly halted, as the dark-skinned youth screamed, clutching his right eye.
Before he could react further, Lin Xing's spiritual force once again struck his other eye.
Followed by a massive foot, carrying the force of a 3.1 old man's strength, slamming into the dark-skinned youth's groin like a giant iron hammer.
The dark-skinned youth, who was covering his eyes and screaming, let out a muffled groan, twitching as he collapsed to the ground.
Lin Xing, having done all this, squatted down on the ground with some exhaustion, "Finally got him."
"Next time I should be able to do better."
"But charging in like this, even if I could kill a few, in the end, I'd probably still end up dead; the power of guns is just too great..."
As Lin Xing was summarizing his experience in his mind, he realized that he hadn't died yet.
"Hm?"
He looked up and saw that the bandits had started to retreat.
"What's happening?" Lin Xing struggled to his feet, wanting to chase after them.
"Don't run!"
"Fire!"
Just as he wasn't far in pursuit, a hand reached out and grabbed him.
Lin Xing turned his head and saw Shi Yingwei's face, as well as the sight of his soldiers charging forward, relentlessly pursuing the bandits.
It turned out that while Lin Xing had been single-handedly charging into the enemy's ranks, Shi Yingwei had been commanding his soldiers to provide cover.
Afterwards, seeing Lin Xing alone disorganize the enemy lines, the soldiers were inspired by his courage. Sensing an opportunity, Shi Yingwei led his troops in support.
When the dark-skinned youth was taken down, with the bandits lacking any military discipline, their morale plummeted and they immediately started to collapse under the soldiers' charge.
Now, looking at Lin Xing, bloodied yet still willing to fight, the admiration on Shi Yingwei's face grew stronger: "Mr. Lin, you're injured. Leave the rest to us."
"I..." Lin Xing said, angrily watching the bandits escape further: "I can still fight!"
Two more soldiers stepped forward to hold him, looking at the blood-soaked Lin Xing, they shouted: "Mr. Lin! Your injuries are too severe, you can't go back up there!"
Feeling death moving farther and farther away, Lin Xing was both upset and anxious: "Let go of me!"
"I want to fight!"
"Don't let those bandits get away!"
But Lin Xing, held down by more than a dozen soldiers, could no longer move.
Looking at the people in front of him, he couldn't help but think, should I strike them instead? Get them to kill me?
But his strong self-control made Lin Xing immediately suppress this malicious thought.
"No, how can I think like this..."
It could have been due to too much blood loss or the worsening of injuries, and while Lin Xing's spirit could endure, his body seemed to finally reach its limit.
As weariness washed over him, he lost consciousness in the next instant.
...
When he opened his eyes again, Lin Xing found himself lying in a chamber.
A servant at his side immediately let out a cry and rushed out.
Soon after, more and more people came to his bedside.
Commander Zhang sat by the bed, holding Lin Xing's hand, and said: "Rest assured, I have summoned the best doctor in the estate to treat you. He has already taken care of your injuries, there's no major issue, now you just need to rest and recuperate."
Behind Commander Zhang, Shi Yingwei looked at Lin Xing with a sigh: "You've got nerve, to charge against bullets like that?"
An officer nearby praised: "Alone he entered the enemy's ranks, endured a dozen wounds and fought without retreat, single-handedly captured the enemy commander—Mr. Lin truly has a heart of valor."