Chapter 110: Dancing in the Rain, a Law-Abiding Citizen

Chapter 110: Dancing in the Rain, a Law-Abiding Citizen

"Brother Zhao!"

The armed men in the warehouse cried out in shock as they witnessed the suited man impaled by a long sword, piercing his abdomen.

Xue Jing and the suited man were too close for comfort, and the others dared not fire, fearing they might hit the wrong person. They stood frozen in place.

"Cough—"

The sword, piercing the man's abdomen, seemed to have injured his lungs as well. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and used his uninjured hand to grasp the sword hilt tightly, staring at Xue Jing in disbelief:

"How can you be so strong?!?"

According to his junior disciple, Li Chengxuan, this man should be around the same strength as him.

The Zuilong style of martial arts doesn't specialize in sword techniques, so how could this man deliver such an exaggeratedly terrifying strike?

Sword Qi... Even masters who have dedicated decades to the sword path may not necessarily master it, yet this young whippersnapper dares to exhibit such prowess?

Damn, if I had known his sword skills were this formidable, I would never have engaged in a frontal confrontation with my bare hands. One wrong move, and I lose everything...

Xue Jing remained silent, his silvery divine eyes clearly reflecting the suited man's image, looking down on him with contempt as if he were an ant.

"Crack—"

Xue Jing channeled his strength into the sword, twisting the hilt and freeing it from the man's grip. He then slashed the sword to the side.

"Swish—"

The sharp blade, imbued with his might, sliced through flesh and bone, cutting from the center of the abdomen to the right, creating a gaping wound akin to a ritualistic seppuku. The man's abdomen was almost split in two, a near-waist severing cut.

"Ahh!!!"

The suited man screamed in agony, kneeling on the ground and clutching his abdomen. But the massive wound continued to spill his intestines and internal organs, uncontrollably spilling out.

"Brother Zhao!"

The onlookers in the distance were horrified by the scene.

Brother Zhao was taken down so easily...

One of them, unable to contain himself, instinctively pulled the trigger, firing at Xue Jing.

"Bang!"

With the first gunshot, a few others also fired unconsciously.

And as the gunshots rang out, the bystander effect took over, and everyone opened fire.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—"

Seeing the barrage of bullets speeding toward him, Xue Jing activated his [Twin Instinct].

He stopped relying on his eyes and instead surrendered control of his body to his instincts, letting his intuition guide his movements.

He retreated, sidestepped to the left, and shifted to the right...

At the same time, he wielded the Flying Rabbit, blocking and slashing, causing bullets to be bisected and fall to the ground with a constant clang.

He danced through the hail of bullets unscathed, effortlessly dodging or slicing through them as if taking a leisurely stroll.

"How is this possible?!?"

Everyone was left stunned and speechless.

"Interesting. So, this is what double 'instinct' feels like..."

Amidst the rain of bullets, Xue Jing closed his eyes.

It was similar to how a person's hair stands on end and their scalp tingles when a sharp blade is brought close to their neck, even if they don't notice it consciously.

It was a primal instinct, buried deep within the genes, an innate response to danger.

Martial artists, through their rigorous training and combat, honed this instinct to a level far beyond that of ordinary people, making it relatively easy for them to dodge a bullet or two.

With his Twin Instinct activated, Xue Jing's primal instincts were doubled in intensity, allowing him to clearly sense the 'direction' of impending danger.

It was a sensation that defied the five senses, indescribable, and could only be attributed to a 'sixth sense.'

Each bullet felt like a thin line emanating danger, and his body instinctively avoided these lines. And in the next moment, bullets would indeed streak along those lines, only to find empty air.

Sometimes, when faced with too many of these 'lines,' he would dodge some and use his sword to block or slice through the rest.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—"

Stone chips flew as bullets struck the floor, iron railings bent and dented, but not a single one of the hundreds of bullets managed to touch Xue Jing's body.

As he dodged and sliced through the bullets, Xue Jing began to advance toward the armed men in the warehouse.

He pushed off the ground and leaped, landing on a nearby wall. He pushed off that wall and jumped to another, moving swiftly through the area.

The rain of bullets pursued his shadow, but they never truly reached him.

With these nimble movements, Xue Jing quickly closed in on the warehouse area.

Seeing the inhumanly terrifying figure approaching, the armed men panicked.

"You... Stay away from us!!!"

"What do we do?!?"

"Keep shooting! Don't stop! The closer he gets, the harder it is for him to dodge!"

"Swoosh—"

A flash of silver-white light, and a young man holding a pistol at the front of the group stopped pulling the trigger. His body, from the left shoulder to the right waist, now had a gaping diagonal cut, and the upper part of his body slowly slid off.

Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the person was cut into two pieces.

Along with the first death, several more silver-white blades slashed through the air.

"Shua Shua Shua—"

Several more people were dismembered, and limbs were scattered all over the place. Blood continued to flow from the corpses, and before long, it had dyed the ground red.

The blades showed no mercy, and the number of dismembered corpses kept increasing.

"Mon... monster!"

"Run!!!"

Seeing the tragic state of their companions, many of the men who were already terrified by Xue Jing completely succumbed to fear. They threw away their guns and turned to flee in the direction farthest from Xue Jing, wishing their parents had given them a few more legs to run with.

"Damn it!"

The bald man, who seemed to be their leader, cursed angrily when he saw this.

He forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart and frantically pulled the trigger, unleashing a storm of bullets at the young man holding the long sword.

If they couldn't run, and if they couldn't kill him, everyone would die.

But seeing that no matter how many bullets they fired, not a single one could touch the young man, the bald man's heart sank into despair.

How could someone be so strong...

How was it possible that even with all these guns, they still couldn't take him down?

Why was Brother Zhao defeated so easily?

Why did I have to come up against such a monster?

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The bald man let out a desperate scream.

The sword-wielding youth descended from the sky and appeared before him.

Looking at the figure in the air, the bald man's eyes widened, and his pupils contracted.

He saw a pair of silvery eyes that showed no emotion, eyes that looked down on him with contempt as if he was nothing but an ant from beginning to end.

The slender silver-white long sword was swung towards him.

Time seemed to slow down.

Starting from the muzzle, his black rifle was sliced through like tofu by the sword edge, followed by the gun barrel, the gun body, and finally, the handle... until it reached his palm.

The sword edge cut through the gap between his index finger and middle finger, slicing through flesh and bone. His palm was vertically split in two, and the sword continued down his arm, chest, and finally, it cut through his entire body.

Regret, despair, anger, and distress... All these emotions vanished, and as the bald man looked into those scornful eyes, a strange thought emerged in his mind.

Ah... I dared to stand against him, and this outcome is what I deserved...

Xue Jing didn't notice the slightly serene expression on the bald man's face.

"Big Brother!!!"

Someone cried out in panic.

"Big Brother is dead! Big Brother is dead!!!"

With the death of the man who seemed to be their leader, the rest completely fell apart.

The gunshots ceased, and everyone started to run for their lives.

Xue Jing watched their retreating backs and exhaled, using his qi to shake off the blood from the Flying Rabbit Sword and sheathing it.

Then, he sprinted towards the fleeing crowd and punched each one, knocking them out one by one.

After rendering them all unconscious, he piled them up in one place. Having finished this task, he walked over to a stone bench nearby that was pockmarked with bullet holes and sat down.

...

"Wooo—"

The wailing of police sirens filled the air as more than a dozen police cars drove into the dock area.

The doors opened, and numerous fully armed law enforcement officers carrying guns emerged. As soon as they got out of the cars, they drew their weapons and aimed at the scene.

"This..."

"Ugh—"

Some of the younger officers, upon witnessing the scene, couldn't help but cover their mouths and dry heave.

Limbs and severed arms were scattered everywhere, along with half a head, intestines, hands, feet, and various other recognizable and unrecognizable organs, filling the air with a putrid stench.

What was incongruous, however, was that in the midst of this hellish scene, there sat a young man on a stone bench not too far away.

He was immaculately clean, and his strikingly handsome face wore a calm and gentle expression, as if the scene before him was not one of gore and carnage but a beautiful sea of flowers.

"Don't move!"

A middle-aged law enforcement officer raised his pistol, his face stern as he aimed at the young man.

His words startled several female officers who had been lost in shock, and they all raised their weapons at the young man.

Xue Jing smiled gently and said, "Rest assured, officers. I am a law-abiding citizen."

These words immediately drew countless suspicious gazes.

"It's true. I was just forced to act in self-defense... I was attacked by a group of armed individuals, and in the heat of the moment, my counterattack may have been a little excessive."

The middle-aged officer said sternly, "Regardless, please do not make any sudden movements. Come with us for questioning, and if the facts are as you say..."

Before he could finish, Xue Jing reached into his pocket and took out a black ID card.

This action immediately triggered the law enforcers' sensitive nerves, and the sound of gun safety catches being released filled the air.

Facing the possibility of being fired upon by countless guns at any moment, Xue Jing remained unperturbed, his calm demeanor unchanged.

He first showed the front of the black card to the middle-aged law enforcer.

The officer's expression changed slightly as he caught sight of the card, raising his hand to signal: "Don't shoot!"

Xue Jing spoke up:

"Officer, catch."

With that, he tossed the black card, which the middle-aged officer caught.

On the card was printed:

Wu Corporation: Artifact Containment and Research

Specially Employed C-Rank Artifact Retriever - Xue Jing

"Containment ID..."

The middle-aged officer muttered.

"As for what exactly happened, you can ask them, Officer."

Xue Jing smiled and pointed to the pile of over twenty unconscious men nearby.

...

After Xue Jing left, a female law enforcer stared at his departing figure. It was only after he disappeared from view that she blinked and snapped back to reality.

She turned to the middle-aged officer, who was deep in thought, and asked: "Captain Zhou, is it really okay to just let that person go?"

Captain Zhou casually replied: "According to the regulations, it's perfectly fine."

"What regulations? I've never seen anything like that before," the female officer said, puzzled.

"You'll see it when you get promoted another two levels," Captain Zhou glanced at her.

"However, regulations are rigid, but people are flexible. Just because there are rules doesn't mean we have to follow them to the letter."

"In situations like this, with so many deaths and such cruel methods, even if he has a 'containment ID,' we have the right to detain him..." The female officer persisted.

"Then why didn't we?"

Captain Zhou gave her a strange look: "Are you stupid? That guy just took down dozens of armed men with a sword without getting a speck of dirt on himself. Do you really think we could detain him?"

"What if he got angry and lashed out? I reckon we'd all be dead."

"If we have an excuse to let him go, then we let him go."

The female officer was left speechless: "Oh... so that's how it is."

She finally realized that it did indeed seem to be the case... That young man's appearance was so deceiving that she had momentarily overlooked how dangerous he was.

Captain Zhou looked at the dozens of armed criminals being loaded into the transport vehicles and said, "These lawless thugs from the South District dared to use guns within the city... But this might be a good opportunity. Director Shang should be pleased..."

...

Due to the gunfight, the dock had been sealed off for a while, causing a delay in the boarding process.

After wandering around for a bit, Xue Jing dragged his luggage to the waiting hall, went to the service window, and used his ID to go through the boarding procedures, receiving a card in return.

According to the staff, this card served as both a boat ticket and a room key, and it had to be carried at all times while on board.

After finishing the procedures, Xue Jing put the card in his pocket, found an empty chair, and sat down. He opened his panel to check his progress.

[You have experienced an intense battle, stimulating your body's potential. Fitness Experience +933]



[...Tasting the sweetness of victory, your mood is very pleasant. Health Experience +799]



[...Running Experience +322]



[...Aiming Experience +518]



[...Martial Arts Experience +299]



[...Coiled Dragon Fist Experience +635]



[...Military Strike Experience +896]



[...Contemplation Experience +428]



[Health upgraded to Level 7 (21/4500)]



[Military Strike upgraded to Level 6 (56/3000)]



Xue Jing nodded as he felt the enhancements brought about by the two newly upgraded skills.

"As expected, actual combat gives the biggest boost... A single real-life battle like this is equivalent to days of hard work."

He took a deep breath.

"However... Killing so many people in reality is still a bit unnerving."

Xue Jing steadied his slightly agitated emotions.

This was the second time he had taken a life since activating his Shadowflame, and it was still a brutal killing spree.

It was hard not to be affected by such an act.

As Xue Jing was adjusting his emotions with his powerful mental fortitude, a greeting suddenly came from beside him.

"Hello... Are you Mr. Xue?"

Xue Jing opened his eyes and turned his head.

A tall and slender middle-aged man, neatly dressed from head to toe, stood before him.

...

(End of Chapter)

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