System: The Cultivation Expert In The Campus

"Don't make excuses and excuses there! Even if our entire tribe is dead, we can't just give up the sacred artifact to someone else! You traitor, you are not strong enough to be bewitched by these merchants. Do you want us to be the same as you?" The patriarch refuted coldly and angrily, "Just based on what you have said, death is not to be regretted! Today, none of you can think of leaving from here. All of you must die!"    

    

"Die? I don't think so. "Mister, who was a little nervous and panicked earlier, suddenly stood up slowly from his seat and sneered leisurely. "Since the patriarch wants to turn against us, so what? That's right. We did come for the transparent stone here in the beginning. Because this stone is called a diamond after being processed outside, and its value will undoubtedly increase exponentially. And we can also profit from it. "    

    

"But after a few transactions of goods, Cena told us: The real good things in your tribe are not these transparent stones, but their ancestral treasures. They are the sacred items of the ancient tribe! Originally, I didn't want to openly fight for them, but you guys are forcing me to take action, right? "    

    

" Fight for it? Hehe, then why don't you try fighting for it!" Sambak felt as if he had heard the funniest joke he had ever heard. Indeed, the merchants in front of him were all pointed at by the shining blades. They were all prisoners. He actually said that he wanted to openly snatch the sacred relic, if this wasn't a dream, then what was?    

    

But very quickly, Sambak's laughter began to subside in an instant. The reason was very simple. It was because Mister burped. He quickly took out a revolver from his pocket and aimed it at the patriarch standing not far away without any hesitation. Although they were natives, they had experienced the foreigner before. Naturally, they would not feel unfamiliar with firearms. Thus, when Mister took out his gun, Sambak had already placed his body in front of the patriarch!    

    

"You can hold back. Don't tell me I don't have any defensive measures? What do you think? You know fear, right? In front of my handgun, what's the use of being brave and fierce in front of a guy with a big knife like you? When the bullet hits your body, no matter how strong you are, obediently lower his head!" You forced me to do this, so you can't blame us!" Mister stared coldly at Sanbak and said coldly, You forced me to do this, but you can't blame us! As long as you are willing to hand over the sacred object obediently, perhaps I can spare your lives. Otherwise... Hmph, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and show everyone! "    

    

His subordinates took out all the pistols at their waists under Mister's command. They aimed at the natives in front of them. For a moment, the natives started to panic. After all, what was in front of them was a gun, a gun that their bodies could not defend against! Fann Binn did not expect that these ordinary merchants would all have guns in their pockets.    

    

But thinking about it, he felt relieved. Why? After all, this was overseas. Many countries did not prohibit guns. Buying a gun was much cheaper than buying diamonds. Mister smiled coldly at the tribe leader and said, "Mr. tribe leader, I didn't intend to use force. But since you guys have to tear off all pretenses of cordiality, let's do it with real force. Let's see if your samurai's blades are faster, or if the bullets in our hands are stronger! "    

    

"Don't use guns to scare me! You want the holy relic? Even if we die, we won't let you get away with it! "The patriarch couldn't help but roar," Capture them and chop their heads off! What are you standing there for? Cut off their heads for me!"    

    

The tribe leader shouted angrily, but the native warriors surrounding the merchants looked at each other. No one dared to go forward and risk their lives to hack at these merchants. They were all humans and were afraid of death. Who would dare to joke around with their own lives? If they threw themselves forward like this, even if they knew that they were going to die, who would dare?    

    

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Just as Fann Binn felt that these fellows would not risk their lives to charge forward, something unexpected happened. Among these hesitant warriors, there were still some who raised their blades even though they knew they were going to die and shouted as they rushed towards these merchants. Mister and the others shot without hesitation. Blood splashed out of the people who were shot, and they all fell to the ground in an instant. The blades in their hands did not even touch the corners of these merchants' clothes.    

    

This series of gunshots not only killed five or six native warriors, but also deeply shocked the other natives. The power of the guns was displayed once again, and it indeed made them a bit confused. They even had a kind of inexplicable fear. Fann Binn could not help but sigh. Once upon a time, when the ancient H Country soldiers saw the rows of bullets that were shot at them, they were probably just like the natives now, frightened by the power of the guns. That's why the army was defeated like a landslide...    

    

In fact, death was not scary, it was usually scary. It was the fear before death. At this moment, the black gun in the hands of the merchants had undoubtedly brought the fear of death to these natives. This caused them to feel a deep fear, and they began to slowly back away.    

    

Mister proudly walked in front of Sanbak with his gun pointed at him. He said coldly, "Get out of my way, or I will immediately turn you into a lump of meat paste! Those subordinates who just died are your role models!"    

    

Sanbak glared at him, but his strong body still did not budge. He sneered at Mister and said, "Okay, I want to try too. It's your gun that's fast after all. Or my knife is faster!" With that, he gripped the machete in his hands tightly. He had already prepared himself for a horizontal slash.    

    

"Really? Then don't regret it!" Mister did not expect this fellow to be so ignorant. He actually dared to block in front of the patriarch as cannon fodder. However, just as he was about to open fire, the furious gaze and murderous expression on Sanbak's face caused him to feel a little afraid in his heart. He could not help but take two steps back.    

    

"Sanbak, get out of the way. Since Mr. Mister wants to threaten me, I'll let him threaten me. " The patriarch suddenly spoke, and just as Sanbak was about to retort, but when he turned his head and saw the patriarch's confident gaze, he helplessly nodded and retreated to the side. However, his gaze was still fixed on Mister. As long as he dared to make a move... He believed that the saber in his hand would mercilessly slash over.    

    

"Good. Clan leader is indeed a smart person. You should know... If we really shoot, then your clan members will not die. The casualties will definitely not be small, so you can only listen to us. Only then will you have a chance to live. I advise you to take the initiative to hand over the sacred artifact. That way, I won't make things difficult for you. But if you are really stubborn and want to die together with me, then you can only seek your own death. Do you understand?" Mister thought that the tribe leader was really afraid of him and couldn't help but ask. "I hope that the tribe leader will make a wise choice."    

    

"A wise choice? Hehe, I think I know better than you what a truly wise choice is!" The chief chuckled and took two casual steps forward. Looking at the arrogant and proud Mester, he slowly said, "Do you know... why my tribe was able to protect the sacred object for more than a hundred years without being destroyed? Do you know why so many people were spying on the sacred relic... Do you know why so many people died on this island? "    

    

"Let me tell you, because, only those who are more cunning than those bastards... Our ancestors are protecting us from the sky. Do you think you can do whatever you want with just a few guns? This is simply a dream!"    

    

" What do you mean? " Looking at the clan leader, who was not afraid at all but full of confidence, Mister instantly restrained his smug expression. He said cautiously, "You are still stubborn when you are at death's door. Do you think I won't dare to shoot you in the head?"    

    

"It's easy to kill me, but you want to obtain my clan's sacred artifact. This is simply a dream. " The clan chief sneered and said, "Moreover, this secret absolutely won't allow you to take it away. Thus, today, all of you will stay here and receive the judgment of the Death God! "    

    

"Hahaha, you want to kill us? With just you and your subordinates?" As if he had heard a very funny joke, Mister pointed at the few native warriors who were lying dead on the ground. " Look at your dead subordinates. You still have the courage... I'm impressed. However, I advise you to be more realistic and obediently hand over the holy object. This is also good for us. Otherwise, we will turn this place into a river of blood, believe it or not!"    

    

The tribe leader looked at Mister and said calmly, "Do you really want to obtain the sacred artifact that much? Why? What kind of value does a sacred artifact have to you? "    

    

"Value? You probably don't understand the value of a holy object, right? Bah, what holy object? That thing is not a treasure that you can protect! " Mister looked at Cena and said proudly," Cena told me everything, the so-called sacred relic. It was just a mysterious item that accidentally fell into your territory. It would be a waste to keep it here. Instead of letting this treasure stay like this, you might as well give it to me. Let me make it flourish!"    

    

"Bullshit! That's my clan's sacred artifact, if you want to take it, it's simply a dream! I, Sambak, definitely won't..."    

    

"Bang!" Before Sambak could finish his words, Mister pointed his gun at him without hesitation and fired. Sanbak instinctively placed the blade across his chest and the bullet hit his blade. After leaving a dent in the blade, Mister bounced back with the remaining kinetic energy and shot directly into Sanbak's left arm.    

    

Blood immediately flowed down from Sanbak's left arm. This shot caused the surrounding natives to cry out in alarm. It seemed that this Sanbak still held a very high position in the hearts of all the natives. His injuries had clearly cast a great shadow on the minds of the natives to a certain extent.    

    

The patriarch looked at the pale and silent Sanbak, who was enduring the intense pain. He seemed to have made up his mind in an instant to speak to his subordinates behind him. "You, go and get the elder to take out the holy object. Assandora, you will go with them. You have served the sacred relic before. Now, bring it out."    

    

"Patriarch!!" Upon hearing this, the natives immediately revealed looks of shock and unwillingness. Assandora bit her lips and did not speak, but the unwillingness in her eyes was still very obvious.