Chapter 51: The Indestructible Adamantium Bullet
Jiang Feng extended his alloy-covered fingers and lightly tapped the light membrane.
Dong, dong!
It felt firm and icy cold.
It was as though he were knocking on some kind of dense jade, carrying a strange resilient energy that quietly dissolved the force of his touch.
"Let's see if it's really as indestructible as they say."
He began with a probing shot. Several needle-type armor-piercing rounds tore through the air and slammed into the green screen.
But these projectiles—sharp enough to pierce multiple layers of steel plate—
now vanished like stones dropped into the ocean, producing only faint, barely visible ripples on the emerald light curtain before being neutralized by some invisible force and falling weakly to the ground with a clatter.
Next came a micro-missile barrage, high-energy pulse cannons… an onslaught powerful enough to level a small building, unleashed one after another.
The force of these attacks far surpassed the tools the Hand had used earlier.
Explosions and shockwaves ravaged the confined space.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
Yet when the haze cleared—
the emerald light curtain still stood unshaken, bearing only faint, almost imperceptible scratches. Not a single true crack had formed.
"Tsk, troublesome indeed."
Jiang Feng frowned. The barrier's defense far exceeded his initial estimation.
Judging from this,
even if he drained all the armor's energy and ammunition, it would likely be in vain—unable to harm it in the slightest.
"It seems ordinary attacks are useless against this dragonbone barrier."
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"In that case, it's time to test my trump card—something I got from the military but have never tried out myself."
Click—
The chest plate of the Iron Man suit slid open with a fine mechanical whir, revealing the cockpit inside.
Jiang Feng stepped out, leaving the cold steel body behind.
In the next moment—
with a twist of his wrist, a strange, rust-red handgun appeared in his palm as if conjured from thin air.
Crude in design yet incredibly heavy, this large-caliber handgun was a creation from the world of Cyberpunk 2077.
Its name: Comrade's Hammer.
The name sounded plain, but in reality, it was a terrifying hand cannon capable of leveling buildings and instantly vaporizing flesh and blood.
Its astonishing weight and savage recoil were such that an ordinary person would struggle even to hold it with one hand—never mind shoot it. Firing it could snap arm bones in an instant.
Without innate superhuman strength or bodily modification, it was impossible to wield.
Jiang Feng remained calm.
From his pack, he took out a special silver-white bullet and slowly loaded it into Comrade's Hammer.
This bullet—
was forged from adamantium, one of the hardest metals in the Marvel universe.
Its hallmark: indestructibility.
Once turned into a weapon, it was the very definition of unstoppable force.
He raised his arm. In his hands, the massive hand cannon was steady as a rock. The muzzle pointed directly at the shimmering green light ahead.
The next moment—he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
A deafening blast, far louder than any armor-piercing round and akin to a thunderclap, tore through the air, making the eardrums buzz.
The adamantium bullet, carrying unparalleled destructive force, became a silver streak too fast for the naked eye to track—
and slammed into the dragonbone barrier with unstoppable momentum.
No pause, no resistance—
the barrier that had shrugged off every attack from the Hand, and even Jiang Feng's own armor weaponry,
was pierced in an instant, like paper. The destructive power was terrifying beyond words.
A knowing smile spread across Jiang Feng's face.
From the point of impact, fine web-like cracks spread rapidly across the barrier.
The cracks multiplied and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by the sharp, grating sound of crack-crack-crack.
In just a blink—
the barrier that had guarded the dragonbone for untold ages shattered amid violent energy ripples.
It dissolved into countless shimmering light particles, like scattered stardust, before vanishing into nothingness.
Beyond the barrier—
a colossal creature lay sprawled across the ground, its body stretching for dozens of meters, now fully revealed before Jiang Feng.
Its bones were not a lifeless white, but a lustrous, jade-like white, as though each inch had been meticulously polished.
A sacred aura radiated from it, filling those who looked upon it with reverence.
Jiang Feng was cautious by nature.
Even with the dragonbone now within reach, he did not rush forward.
After all—
with a legendary artifact like this, who could predict whether it still harbored unknown dangers?
"Linglong, take control of the suit, make contact, and test for any reaction," he ordered.
"No problem, my master."
The heavy Iron Man suit strode forward under Linglong's control, its metal steps steady and powerful.
It reached out a massive steel hand—
and gently touched the fearsome dragon skull.
Though buried for who knew how long, the bone showed no signs of decay or weathering.
It was as if this dragon had died only recently, its bones still brimming with vitality and resilience.
Clearly, the green barrier had shielded it from all external erosion, preserving the remains perfectly.
When the armored touch produced no reaction and the bones emitted no dangerous aura,
Jiang Feng relaxed and stepped forward.
Standing beneath the dragon's skull,
he gazed up at the towering remains, its skeletal lines both smooth and powerful.
Even in death, the creature's bones radiated a domineering presence that looked down upon the world.
The sight in person was far more stirring than any image or description could convey.
Yet at that moment—
Jiang Feng's heart suddenly skipped a beat, as a detail he had overlooked came rushing back to him.
He had been so focused on clearing mobs and taking down the boss—
that when he killed the five Hand leaders, he had done it so quickly he forgot to interrogate them on how to use the dragonbone.
"Come to think of it…"
He rubbed his chin, looking at the massive remains with uncertainty.
"Do I just… pick it up and take a bite? Or grind it into powder like Chinese medicine and drink it?"
After pondering for a moment,
he reached out, curiosity in his eyes, and lightly touched a nearby rib.
The bone felt cold to the touch, with a smooth, jade-like texture.
However—
the instant his fingers made contact—an abrupt change occurred.
The dragonbone that had been lifeless under the suit's cold metallic touch—
flared to life the moment it felt his skin, erupting with a blinding, milky-white light.
Hum—
The glow was soft yet filled with overwhelming majesty and an immense, irresistible life force.
In an instant, it illuminated the entire dark cavern as bright as day.