CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 161: THE PERSON IN GOD’S DISAPPEARANCE (3000 WORDS)

It’s only after experiencing so much over the years that I understand, those above always have a foundation for whatever they do. If Lu Ren was truly just a murderer, why would there be an official order to stop the investigation?

Today’s Huaxia is not like before. Even if one can momentarily cause chaos, the end is never good.

The two passed each other quietly, just about to leave when Lu Ren suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking forward with a somewhat heavy expression.

After stepping into the realm of Great Perfection of the Fist Technique, his spirit realm faintly touched upon Jue Yuan, reaching the point of an implicit aura emerging from within.

To put it simply, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit are subtly merging, beginning to unify his spirit and body, gradually giving rise to a profound sensation.

To be more straightforward, his skill level in Phoenix Falcon Fist increased rapidly due to frequent epiphanies, and as his skill level rose, his mental state manifested some superpowers.

He could faintly sense changes in the magnetic field.

As the ancients said about "observing Qi", it’s closely related to magnetic fields, or rather, observing Qi is about detecting changes in the magnetic field.

"Wow, this person is so tall!"

"Is he cosplaying? Why is he dressed in such armor? Looks really formidable!"

"I feel the other person is very dangerous, look at the knife he’s holding, is that blood?"

A person suddenly appeared ahead, standing nearly two meters tall, clad in black armor, holding a heavy straight knife, the blade full of bloodstains.

Not only was the blade covered, but it was also as if his rugged armor had bathed in blood, seemingly having gone through extremely brutal slaughter, with an endless killing aura emanating from his face, making people shiver involuntarily.

An intense and fierce battlefield aura pressed towards everyone present, making them hesitate to move forward, unable to distinguish whether he was cosplaying or truly a person from the battlefield.

"Could it be?!"

Not far away, Song Jingxian’s expression slightly trembled, suddenly recalling some things from internal training.

She immediately stepped forward loudly saying, "Everyone, this person might be from the Hidden!"

Having already been subtly influenced by official propaganda, while people in the country found encounters with the Hidden quite rare, they understood it was very dangerous and a slight mistake could be fatal.

After all, the person in front of them dressed strangely, and the object he held in his hand gleamed coldly under the sunlight, definitely the real deal.

No one in the crowd foolishly wanted to act tough; naturally, officials would come to handle such matters, and not adding to the chaos while ensuring their safety was already considered the greatest contribution.

Lu Ren instinctively glanced at the distant parking lot, then proceeded to stride forward without hesitation.

The car was still there; he needed to retrieve his equipment. Previously, Xiao Chen strongly insisted he couldn’t bring weapons, so everything was left in the car.

Seeing Lu Ren walking away without hesitation, Song Jingxian glanced at him, not saying much. She looked at the surrounding crowd, then bit her lip and reached into her pocket.

"Sir, please stand still and do not move! I am Song Jingxian, the captain of the criminal division of the Shu Capital. I need to see your identification now."

The tall man, who had been standing still and seemed lost in confusion, finally reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the surroundings upon hearing Song Jingxian’s voice, looking down at her, only 1.7 meters tall, standing before him.

The pressure brought by his towering figure, as sturdy as an iron tower, was immense.

In the eyes of others, Song Jingxian standing in front of the man truly appeared as a delicate flower about to be broken in the storm.

"This place is excellent. I should bring my kin here to propagate."

The tall man rasped, his voice gravelly as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time, his eyes filled with bloodshot intensity, as crimson as a ravenous wolf!

He looked down at Song Jingxian in front of him.

"Woman, you are quite good. Although your body is weak, you can bear me children."

Such blunt and unabashed words coming from the man’s mouth made everyone feel a rough and primitive aura waft over them.

This man seemed to be living in a primitive society, still thinking he could find a woman by knocking them out with a club and dragging them away?

The tourists around couldn’t help but scoff when they heard the man’s words.

"Where did this dog come from spewing crap!"

"Oh, oh, oh, this guy surely hasn’t woken up yet, talking without thinking?"

"Hey friend, I’m a psychiatrist from the Shu Capital. I think your condition is serious, please contact our hospital immediately!"

The words of those around left the man a bit puzzled, not understanding what was meant, but their emotional perceptions let him know their words weren’t kind.

A fierce look emerged on his face, raising the heavy saber in his hand. The sharp blade clearly distorted the air with heat, and then the long sword faintly glowed red, slashing 20 meters away at the nearby psychiatrist.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly echoed at that moment.

The tall man quickly stopped his motion.

Ching!!

The long sword’s sharp whistle ripping through the air suddenly erupted, the bullet was directly met with the half-turned sword.

Clang!

The handgun bullet was forcibly split in half, ricocheting straight to the side.

This scene truly shocked everyone around, making them question their reality.

"Slicing a bullet with a sword, slicing a bullet with a sword!?"

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!!!"

Song Jingxian was stunned by what she saw. Even though she had undergone fist technique training internally, she had heard of exceptionally strong martial path practitioners who could dodge bullets.

But executing such a skill, striking a bullet into halves with a turn, only appears in movies.

"Woman, you..."

The man’s raspy voice carried irritation, with a foul odor coming from his mouth that was nauseating, as if he had consumed a substantial amount of raw meat and blood, and the food residue stuck between his teeth formed a putrid smell.

Song Jingxian furrowed her brows, stepped back repeatedly, and raised her pistol to fire continuously.

Bang bang bang bang!

Confounded by Song Jingxian’s decision to shoot, the man lacked understanding of her mindset but found his expression slightly changing upon hearing the consecutive gunshots.

Without time to utter any sound, his towering body like a steel tower produced a series of bone-cracking explosions with each motion. Even the armor emitted sparks.

Clang clang clang!

The sounds of impact echoed almost simultaneously. Except for one bullet hitting the chest plate squarely, the other three were blocked by his horizontal sword.

"Hit!"

Someone exclaimed, but the cheer abruptly stopped the next moment.

That bullet did nothing but create a shallow, inconspicuous dent on the chest plate, which could hardly compare to the deep mark seemingly cut by a sword on the armor’s edge.

A sense of helplessness and horror spontaneously arose within the people.

"How could it be..."

"Woman!"

The tall man’s deep voice whimpered like a wolf, thick with bubbling sounds in its tone.

Then he raised the great saber in his hand and heavily slashed down upon Song Jingxian’s head.

If hit, a person would be split in half—undeniably.

Dead?!

Song Jingxian gazed blankly at the saber fiercely descending. The fierce wind preceding it had already cut her face, leaving thin bloodlines.

Clang!!

Suddenly, a bright silver sword blade appeared in her sight, presenting a solid clash against the descending heavy saber.

The clinking of metal rose to deafening levels, as if splitting the sky.

Experiencing this grand sound from close range, Song Jingxian’s eardrum ruptured instantaneously, bleeding.

Before she could react, a pain hit her waist, and she was kicked away by Lu Ren like a tattered sack, rolling ten to twenty meters before being hastily caught by tourists. Her face and body were covered with abrasions, and the intense pain in her ribs and waist bulged her eyes, leaving her unable to speak for a while.

At this moment, Lu Ren held the latest Yan-style heavy sword with a slight cunning. He gripped the sword tightly with both hands; veins bulged on his forearms, muscles swelled, and his feet sank three inches into the ground, cracking the surrounding stone tiles.

Can’t brace against the opponent!

The sword in his hand couldn’t endure such high-intensity heavy slashing.

Amidst rapid and strange breathing, he unknowingly guided mysterious particles into his body, producing an unexplained strength that made him grunt. The heavy saber was actually lifted back several inches.

Then, Lu Ren released the sword grip with his left hand and seized the fleeting opening. His fist, like a Phoenix Falcon, punctured the air with a sharp screeching sound, aiming at the tall man’s eyes.

"Hmm?!"

The man emitted an odd sound, quickly retreated, narrowly evading Lu Ren’s strike.

The two returned to their previous standing positions.

The opponent’s attack seemed to carry a certain burning breath, with a clear inclination towards aggression, not simply body heat from high-intensity movement.

It was either inherent to the heavy saber or transmitted from the physique through the palms onto the saber.

But Lu Ren could precisely perceive the opponent’s transmission method.

The advantages of heightened senses were easily capitalized at this moment.

"Ding, you have attracted Kuishan’s attention; he seems to have some odd thoughts about you."

Ignoring the system’s notification in his mind, Lu Ren remained serene, instinctively executing breathing and exhaling techniques that, with each breath, spontaneously drew mysterious particles from unknown realms to merge into his body, generating strands of fresh energy.

"Then, where are you from?"

Kuishan spoke without any more dryness, his previously rusty speech becoming familiar in this momentary dialogue.

Lu Ren’s expression was tranquil, barely acknowledging the interface, his mind as calm as a mirror-like lake.

This peculiar state of spirit realm allowed him to easily control and reflect his body.

Exerting immense micro-control over his body functions, managing each muscle tweak, and organ operation.

This precise control enabled him to instantaneously release human limits, thereby unleashing power far surpassing the ordinary.

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