?Phone reading Qin Feng summoned a tracked heavy-caliber autocannon from his armor and rained down cannon fire upon the old monkey. The caliber of the shells was 24.5 mm, capable of penetrating homogeneous armor exceeding 30 mm, with a high rate of fire. The old monkey leaped and darted, as cannon shells struck the ground beside him, exploding into small craters. He transferred the Japanese sword he was holding in his left hand to his right, then drew a short blade from a fallen body, and began swinging both weapons simultaneously. The long and short Japanese swords formed a defensive lattice that completely repelled the incoming shells, with most of them split into two or even four pieces. "Damn it, this is already working!" Qin immediately switched weapons, replacing the single-barreled autocannon with a six-barreled Gatling cannon, capable of firing up to 3,000 rounds per minute—its power was truly overwhelming. Say what you will, you won’t be able to hold out. Ding-ding-ding-ding... A sound like tearing oil cloth echoed, as the six-barreled cannon spat out long streams of flame. If one didn't pay close attention, the people below would surely think that a combat helicopter had launched its rounds—rather than a single man. Qin was smiling lightly: "You're just a wild monkey. With all the abilities I've got, I've already stirred up chaos among the Kaga clan—so many of my Kaga relatives have fallen at my hands. I admit I'm not particularly skilled, but if even you, the Kaga family, can't defeat me, then you're truly lacking!" The elder monkey erupted in rage: "That's because you hadn't faced me before! Otherwise, your head would have been gone long ago!" Though he doesn't look particularly impressive, he speaks fluent Chinese. "Very well. I'll see how long you can last. I've got plenty of shells—I'm going to reduce you to a pile of shredded meat!" Qin Feng produced a fresh box of shells. The elder monkey gave a cold smile: "Dream on! I'll show you just how long I can last!" Drip... drip... drip... Drip... drip... drip... This time, Qin's consecutive three boxes of shells were completely depleted, raising the barrel temperature sharply and noticeably affecting the accuracy. But he didn't care. Soon he mounted the fourth box of shells and kept firing. The soil pits on either side of the old monkey grew deeper, as if he stood on an isolated island, constantly waving his Dongyang sword. Every time Qin Feng changed his ammunition, the old monkey seized the opportunity to mock him. On the surface, Qin, the young noble, seemed incensed, but in reality, he was deliberately acting angry and defiant, using the shells to drain the old monkey's stamina. Though they had not yet engaged in direct combat, Qin clearly knew that this wild monkey was a tough opponent. The old monkey believed he had won the psychological battle and failed to realize he had been outmaneuvered. When Qin Feng finished his fourth box of shells, the old monkey smiled and said, "Young Chinese man, this kind of attack has no effect on me. You may as well give up!" "Nonsense," replied Qin, "I won't believe that. Show me you're still standing—don't move—and I'll switch to another weapon." He retracted the cannon and switched to a smaller-caliber rocket launcher, its rectangular metal casing sealed with 54 smaller rockets. Pffft, pffft, pffft... one rocket after another launched into the air, exploding violently around the old monkey. After a series of powerful blasts, the flames gradually subsided, and the old monkey stood in the mud pit, only appearing more tattered in his clothes—unharmed otherwise. "Ha ha ha! I told you you wouldn't make it—you simply won't! As a cultivator, you're using ordinary weapons in such large quantities! How embarrassing!" The old monkey's voice now lacked the confidence it had earlier, indicating that his physical stamina had been significantly drained, even if he hadn't realized it himself. "Then show me some spirit—let's try again. If you can still hold up, I'll personally step down and fight you face to face!" Qin said firmly. "Very well—come on then!" The old monkey slapped his chest. Boom! Boom! Another series of explosions. The old monkey leaps out of the flames, his long sword pointing skyward: "I've held on, now come down—phew…." Qin Shi smiles to himself; the old monkey is already gasping for breath—how can he fight me now? Look how I'm going to handle you! He plunges downward from the heavens. The elder monkey suddenly leaped high into the air, shouting, "Divine Slayer, one stroke to vanquish the Sage!" Swish... pff... The sword's light left a trench over 200 meters long and one meter deep, where Qin Feng had previously stood. "Wild monkey," Qin said with a smile, teasing, "how about we call it a day? I'll find you a job digging trenches—guaranteed to pay you well." "China's major cities are undergoing massive construction," he added, "so there's no shortage of trench-digging projects. You'll earn over 3,000 yuan a month, surely? How does that sound?" "China boy, if you dare call me 'wild monkey' again, I'll chop you into a thousand pieces!" The elder monkey launched several swift sword strikes. Qin, the young prince, deftly dodged each one. Due to the elder monkey's growing fatigue, the speed of the attacks had noticeably slowed. A sword strike came from a sharp, unpredictable angle—quickly, the elder monkey retracted his short knife to block, but still was pierced by the tip, leaving a gushing wound in He realized things were going badly and quickly used his long sword to deflect the flying sword, then dove into the ground. The old monkey's earth-bound technique was exceptionally strong—the flying sword couldn't catch up. Just half a minute later, he had vanished into a pond hundreds of meters away, disappearing completely in one swift dive. Qin rushed to the spot above the pond, unleashing a barrage of attacks with various weapons, but the old monkey remained as if he had vanished, never showing his head. "Damn it, he just slipped away like he'd oilied his feet."