Chapter 053: [Two Punches]
Barbarian Warehouse.
Bang—
Bang!
Su Jingxing channeled his inner strength outward, dispatching the last two barbarians.
[Barbarian corpse detected. Collect?]
“Yes.”
[Barbarian corpse detected. Collect?]
“Yes.”
Done. All finished.
He patted the card in his pocket, turned, and left the warehouse without a trace of nostalgia.
He had barely stepped out when a shrill alarm blared, abrupt and piercing.
Accompanying it was the chaotic thunder of footsteps rushing in from both sides of the corridor.
“Discovered already?” Su Jingxing arched a brow, but remained calm as he strode toward the right passage.
He still had five minutes left on the Invisibility Card. As long as he kept his composure and made no mistakes, there was ample time to leave the factory.
With that, he entered the right corridor, where a squad of armed guards came running straight toward him.
Unflinching, Su Jingxing pressed lightly with his foot, silently activated the Eight-Step Ascending Dragon, and, stepping against the wall, swept overhead past the guards.
Out of the corridor, he entered a long hallway. Past this hall and two more passageways lay the main gate of the factory.
With his route clear and unseen, Su Jingxing advanced at an unhurried, measured pace.
Halfway down the hall—
Sssht! Ssshhh!
A battery of sprinklers overhead abruptly activated, spraying jets of water downward.
The water was tinted—pale green streams cascading over Su Jingxing, soaking him through.
His outline became instantly visible.
The invisibility was broken!
Within a heartbeat of being exposed, a voice barked an order through a walkie-talkie.
The guards, who had been dashing about in confusion, immediately converged on both ends of the hallway.
Thud-thud-thud! Thud-thud-thud!
Footsteps thundered from every direction.
At each end of the corridor, two lines of guards leveled their submachine guns squarely at Su Jingxing.
Behind him, a contingent of guards likewise raised their weapons, aiming straight at him.
“My friend, since you’ve come, why not show yourself?” boomed a voice over the intercom—one Su Jingxing recognized.
It belonged to the third man, the one who had accompanied Duan Feihong earlier to the secret chamber beneath Fan Chungang’s building near the university.
At this moment, the man watched Su Jingxing, now only a silhouette, through the security cameras, calling out across the distance.
“There’s fine tea in the office. Why not join us for a cup?”
Su Jingxing’s expression was cold as he continued forward.
Water splashed from above, his footsteps sending droplets flying in every direction.
“Very well. If you insist, then you leave us no choice.”
There was regret in the voice from the loudspeaker, and in the next instant—
“Open fire!”
Ratatatat—
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Guards at both ends of the hall unleashed a hail of bullets, slicing the air as they tore toward Su Jingxing.
Buzz—
A shimmer ran across Su Jingxing’s body, a golden barrier flaring into existence in the blink of an eye.
The bullets slammed into it, clinking harmlessly away with crisp metallic rings.
The Golden Body Card!
Unleashing the special energy he’d obtained, Su Jingxing’s physique was now supernaturally tough, boasting terrifying defenses.
The bullets left nothing more than a few holes in his clothing.
As the gunfire erupted, Su Jingxing sprang forward, invoking the Eight-Step Ascending Dragon. In a blur, he was struck just three times before surging past the corridor, smashing through the line of gunmen at the end.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The guards went flying, battered and broken, writhing on the ground with anguished screams.
Swish! Swish—
Still in motion, Su Jingxing didn’t pause, darting onward through the remaining two passageways.
The first was unguarded—he slipped through in an instant.
At the end of the second stood Duan Feihong, wielding a greatsword, his face expressionless, cold eyes fixed on Su Jingxing, his aura steadily climbing.
“Want to leave? You’ll have to defeat me first!”
Hoo—
Duan Feihong swept his greatsword, unleashing a torrent of true energy that coalesced into sword qi, swirling to seal off the entire corridor.
In the next instant, the storm of sword qi surged forth, slicing through the air toward Su Jingxing.
Bang!
Su Jingxing met it head-on with his fist.
A wave of true energy erupted with his movement, spontaneously conjured, enveloping his fists and transforming into a mighty imprint that crashed forward, colliding with the sword qi tempest.
Boom!
Like the detonation of a shell, a thunderclap split the air.
The near-solid fist imprint shattered most of the sword qi, unraveled the storm, and unleashed a blast of energy that swept the entire corridor.
The devastating force gouged deep, distinct scars into the walls.
Duan Feihong, gripping his greatsword, felt an overwhelming power bear down upon him. Before he could even see the fist imprint, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood filled his mouth.
He staggered back uncontrollably, still off balance when—
Bang!
The second fist imprint whistled through the air, obliterating the remaining sword qi as it hurtled toward Duan Feihong.
“Ah!” Eyes wide, Duan Feihong forced down the blood in his mouth, roared in fury, his face contorted as he swung his sword in desperate defense.
Boom—
A thunderous crash exploded on impact, waves of power rampaging through the corridor.
Duan Feihong was blasted off his feet, sent flying backward, his sword flung high into the air.
Clang!
The greatsword clattered to the ground.
Thud!
He smashed into the corner wall, his body half-buried in the crumbling masonry, cracks spreading across the surrounding surface.
Blood gushed from his mouth in fits and spurts. Wracked with pain, Duan Feihong tried to struggle, but his vision dimmed and he lost consciousness.
Two punches!
With the True Energy Card unlocked, his three years of cultivation combined with the Seven-Step Fist, Su Jingxing disabled Duan Feihong in just two blows, leaving him helpless and unconscious.
Was it the sheer power of the fist technique, or was Duan Feihong—supposedly sixth-grade—simply too weak?
Controlling the remaining true energy, Su Jingxing, still channeling the Eight-Step Ascending Dragon, swept past Duan Feihong, casting a sidelong glance at him, pondering in silence.
His feet never faltered; his figure flickered rapidly, propelled by true energy at triple his previous speed as he burst out of the factory gates.
The guards at the entrance barely glimpsed his silhouette before a great force sent them flying, crashing to the ground with resounding thuds.
Swish—
Su Jingxing shot out of the factory, tapped his toe, and soared into the air.
With true energy surging, the Eight-Step Ascending Dragon revealed its true might for the first time.
Roar!
The rush was like the cry of a dragon tearing through the sky.
In a flash, he vaulted a hundred meters high. Controlling his excitement, Su Jingxing shifted his trajectory midair, dove into the rear mountains, and vanished from the range of the factory’s surveillance cameras.
In the factory office, the man who had addressed Su Jingxing over the intercom watched the scene unfold with a grim, ashen face.
But before he could react, the door burst open and a burly man charged in.
“Boss, bad news! The Martial Enforcement Bureau is here—what do we do?”
“What do we do?”
The man drew a deep breath, bit out his words: “If it’s come to this, let’s make it even grander. Pass down the order—activate all barbarian soldiers!”