Chapter 288: Chapter 69: The Final Battle
The dividing line between the two fronts was a wide avenue, tens of meters across, flanked by small defensive positions, each capable of holding dozens of people. Currently, about ten of the Myriad Beasts Sect’s small positions near the avenue had been completely overrun by the Jiuyou Sect.
The distance between each small defensive position was also merely tens of meters, meaning the fiercest fighting was happening at extremely close range.
You Ruo’s anti-aircraft gun suppressed the foremost disciples of the Myriad Beasts Sect, preventing them from retaliating recklessly. Meanwhile, the Italian cannon Wudao Tian used kept the Jiuyou Sect members from freely providing support. For a time, the battlefield was trapped in a strange balance.
"Master, Master, something terrible has happened!" Feng Mengmeng cried out, rushing over with a panic-stricken face.
You Ruo, a cigarette dangling from her lips, stopped firing and ducked into the trench. "What’s so terrible? I think it’s going great!"
"Master, the bullets! We’re running out of bullets!" Feng Mengmeng said in horror. I’m just an ordinary person now. If we run out of bullets, I’ll become a sitting duck!
You Ruo’s smoking paused mid-drag. "Are you kidding me? Out of bullets already?"
Wudao Tian and his group faced the same problem.
"Out of cannon shells? How many have we even fired?!" Wudao Tian complained.
"We didn’t expect it to turn into a full-blown battle between two sects! These shells take up so much backpack space," Da Bai said helplessly.
A quarter of an hour later, the sparse gunshots also ceased.
The battlefield, moments ago filled with the roar of cannons and crackle of gunfire, fell into an eerie calm.
You Ruo looked at Feng Mengmeng. "Are the enemy out of bullets too? The explosions seem to have stopped."
"That’s possible," Feng Mengmeng speculated.
「Outside World」
Jun Linseng suddenly slapped his thigh. "It was initially set up as individual combat! Everyone’s backpack capacity isn’t that large, so they must all be out of bullets now!"
You Yi also realized this. "Well, this is interesting. The gunfight is about to become a brawl."
"Should we drop some?" Jun Linseng suggested.
"Sect Leader Jun, that wouldn’t be appropriate, would it? Why not just randomly give each person a melee weapon? A close-quarters battle wouldn’t be bad either." You Yi had seen cultivators in bayonet fights before.
"Let’s take a vote by show of hands," Jun Linseng said. He found this "marble competition" rather dull, so his decision-making was quite casual.
Ultimately, after all the Jiuyou Sect Elders voted, the melee battle began.
"What the heck? A random melee weapon?" Chen Jiuge stared at the option that suddenly appeared before him, a question mark almost visibly popping over his head. Isn’t this supposed to be a shooting game?
You Ruo also looked at the option with dissatisfaction, grumbling, "Couldn’t those old geezers just send down some bullets?"
With a flash of white light, an ordinary but massive warhammer appeared in You Ruo’s hand. Gripping the hammer, You Ruo bellowed, "Jiuyou Sect, follow me out!"
You Ruo led the charge, warhammer in hand, a cigarette still dangling from her lips, with a large contingent of Jiuyou Sect disciples trailing behind her. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought it was a gang war.
Feng Mengmeng, trailing behind You Ruo, stared at the bowl she’d been randomly assigned. What am I supposed to do with this? Brain people with a bowl?
Wudao Tian was the highest-ranking member of the Myriad Beasts Sect present. Seeing the enemy’s formation, he naturally couldn’t show any fear. He stepped forward to face You Ruo, carrying a blade as large as a door panel.
Gazing at the stunning face partially obscured by smoke, Wudao Tian turned to Da Bai, plucked the cigar from Da Bai’s mouth, and stuck it into his own. Feeling he hadn’t lost face, he then said, "Looks like we’re both out of ammunition."
"So, the tech war has turned into an ancient battle. No big deal. You’re Jun Linseng’s disciple, right?" You Ruo said, her demeanor like that of a female thug.
"And you must be the disciple of the Jiuyou Sect’s Leader," Wudao Tian stated confidently.
Stopping a disciple who was about to reveal her identity, You Ruo flashed a charming smile. "That’s right. Care for a round?"
"A joke? You think I’d be afraid of you?" Wudao Tian scoffed.
Chen Jiuge quietly reminded him, "Senior Brother, that woman can lift an anti-aircraft gun. She must possess Innate Divine Strength. Be careful."
Wudao Tian gave him a reassuring glance, inwardly pleased. Little Brother probably has no idea I’ve been hiding my strength too. Who isn’t gifted with Innate Divine Strength these days?
With a cry of "Kill!" from the representatives of both sides, the close-quarters battle officially began.
Chen Jiuge immediately sought out Feng Mengmeng, an acquaintance. Seeing her nervous expression, Chen Jiuge, holding a long staff, said warily, "Didn’t expect we’d end up as opponents, huh."
Holding her bowl, Feng Mengmeng pleaded with a tearful voice, "Can we not fight?"
"No can do. Why are you holding a bowl? Get a weapon!" Chen Jiuge said, somewhat baffled.
"What if I told you this *is* my weapon? Would you believe me?" Feng Mengmeng said, holding up the small bowl.
Although Chen Jiuge was reluctant to believe it, Feng Mengmeng’s expression suggested she was telling the truth.
His more than two-meter-long staff scraped a line on the ground as Chen Jiuge approached with a grin. "Well, that’s just perfect then! Eat my staff!"
"AAAH! Help me!" Feng Mengmeng shrieked, hurling the small bowl at Chen Jiuge before turning to flee.
As a personal disciple of the Sect Leader, Feng Mengmeng naturally had admirers.
A young man wielding a longsword blocked Chen Jiuge’s path, an arrogant look on his face. "What kind of man bullies a woman? Fight me!"
Seeing this stance, Chen Jiuge thought he might have encountered an expert. His expression turned solemn as he thrust out with his Pointing Stick technique to test the opponent’s skill, only to find him surprisingly weak.
"AGH!" The longsword flew from the young man’s grasp. He clutched his dislocated wrist, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "Why... why are you so strong?!"
This strength stemmed from an advantage Chen Jiuge gained during his transmigration: the fusion of two Origins. It made him both physically and mentally twice as strong as an ordinary person, giving him a significant edge on this battlefield.