Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 457: Supreme Martial Peak
Song Shi's order was carried out firmly.

No one tried to say "why don't you reconsider this?" The Border Inspectors, who inspected on behalf of the Lord of Ye Nan, were important government officials in the capital of a province. Although they were powerful, they were still far inferior to the Border Inspectors who had direct access to the First Court.

In addition, Song Shi seems to be in a hurry. His style of doing things since he patrolled the territory is to be fast. If anyone he doesn't like is killed, it's better not to offend him.
The second day after entering Douqu City.

"You act very neatly."

In an antique courtyard, Song Shi and another person were sitting on the ground. The latter threw two pieces of bread into the pond nearby. Immediately, several red koi fish pounced over, swallowed up the fist-sized pieces of bread in one gulp, and splashed a lot of water.

"A new variety that uses bio-modulation technology." The other person wiped away the water stains calmly: "It is said that the longest one can be three meters long. I don't know if it's true or not, but I eat a lot every day."

The expansion of their bodies seemed to have made the brains of these koi fish bigger and quite smart. They swam to Song Shi's side, and arched their round heads towards the edge of the pond for a long time. When they found that the other party had no intention of feeding them, they flicked their tails and splashed a lot of water again.

The water splashed in the air with a "hiss" and instantly vaporized.

A few koi were frightened and dived into the deep part of the pond without looking back.

"Well, I was appointed by the Holy See to serve as the supervisor of Douqu City." The other party thought for a moment and decided to speak first.

One sentence reveals two pieces of information.

He was a member of the Wuzong clan.

It is also the supervisory body directly under the First Court.

"So what is your current identity?" Song Shi tapped the coffee table lightly with his index finger.

"It's currently under supervision." The other party spat out a sentence: "Your thunderous momentum has helped me a lot."

"Thunderous force. Ha." Song Shi did not comment: "As a regional supervisor, although my authority is not as great as that of a patrol supervisor, if you really want to rectify the situation, I don't think it will be a problem."

"You know the answer, so why ask?"

The other party shook his head and said frankly.

"No force, no organization, no person can achieve a perfect ideal state. As an inspector, I only ensure that these chronic diseases will not rise to a certain level, and ensure that Douqu City and its subordinate provinces can provide sufficient strength when the Holy See needs it."

"It is necessary for you to purge the whole territory with thunderous force on a regular basis." He threw another piece of bread, and this time the koi didn't dare to show up: "But we can't keep this high pressure all the time, it will make people panic. Appropriate relief is also necessary."

"Over time, all parties have compromised, negotiated and reached a tacit understanding. Even though I am the supervisor, I am somewhat helpless and it is difficult for me to force my way."

He concluded: “That’s why I said you helped me a lot.”

Song Shi held the teacup, heat rose from his palm, and the tea bubbled.

The young man exhaled and changed the subject: "Why did you implant so many prosthetics?"

Compared to the ones seen before, those Wu Zong members with extremely low levels of cyborgization - especially the pure natural man of the first level, Fang Si.

The Douqu City Supervisor in front of him, who is in his forties, has a much higher degree of prosthetics. Although he does not have major replacements such as prosthetic limbs, he has continuously shrinking high-precision prosthetic eyes, a brain-computer interface behind the skull, data slots under the ear rims, and a bright silver etched circuit across his jaw.

"I must state in advance that we, Wu Zong, do, uh, have a tendency towards 'psychic supremacism'." Upon hearing this, the other party's expression became serious on the spot, and he said seriously: "But that doesn't mean we have to be primitive people. Those who call us old conservatives who cling to ancient dogmas..."

He paused, and his tone suddenly became suspicious: "Did the Beiting Defense Front tell you something?"

"Is it possible that it is Haita Trade?"

The man cursed and snorted, "What a bunch of greedy guys! It's pure slander of corporatism. There's no point in paying any attention to it."

"In short, most outsiders have a big misunderstanding of us martial masters."

The other party's voice was as strong as iron, "You should understand that to reach the realm of 'the supreme martial artist, the strongest of the strong', a prosthetic body is absolutely not enough - at least with current technology, it is far from enough."

"Only spiritual power." He raised one hand and clenched it into a fist: "Only spiritual power can lead to the true path of strength. Prosthetics can be brave for a while, but relying on such external things will not be of any benefit in the future." "Song Shi, I see that you are keeping a natural posture, so you must agree with this point of view."

The man suddenly loosened his fist, clenched his four fingers, raised his index finger straight up, and pointed it at the young man.

"——Am I right?"

"Can I assume that you are now speaking to me as a member of the Wu Zong?"

Song Shi faced the index finger, drank the boiling tea, and then slowly spoke.

The other party did not answer, but the bright light in his eyes said it all.

So Song Shi put down the teacup and slowly stood up.

"Which level are you in?"

"I once served as the fourth heaven, but I failed to live up to the expectations of the Patriarch and have not yet been able to break through the fourth ring."

The man also stood up, and the air seemed to be rippling with some subtle ripples, like a dark dragon pressing down before a rainstorm, sinking down bit by bit.

Breathless.

"That is the former fourth heaven."

Earlier, Song Shi was invited by local supervisors to come here to discuss the situation.

Lapis Lazuli and Anthony were away pushing for the purge and were not around.

"Back then, we, the Wu Zong, were defeated by the Beiting Defense Line. This cause and effect must be settled."

"You were able to fight in Tiandu and Wuxu, which is truly amazing. You did what everyone in my Wu Sect wants to do. If I don't experience it in person, I will die with regret!"

The man's tone was extremely respectful, but it was accompanied by an increasingly fierce momentum.

"Nan Dou Song Shi! I am Wu Zong Wu Bin! Would you be willing to teach me?"

Powerful spiritual energy reverberated in this antique courtyard. Even the slightest ripples were enough to make the pond crackle. Several koi fish wished they could bury their heads in the mud and tremble constantly.

Even though his status as the fourth heaven was revoked due to his age.

I am over 40 years old this year, but I still haven't been able to break through to the fourth ring.

As the man said, he felt pain, self-hatred, and self-reproach. He had failed to live up to the expectations of the Holy See.

But he was once the fourth heaven after all.

Another way of saying not breaking through the fourth ring.

——That is, he has been staying at the peak of the third ring for a long time!

"Change the place."

Song Shi said.

“Of course!”

The man shouted.

The next moment, two streams of light rose up in the opposite direction, broke through the courtyard, and rushed straight into the sky!

(End of this chapter)