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Chapter 176. Xia Qizhen

"boom----"

A snow-white sword aura suddenly cleaved down across the sky, severing the hundred-meter-tall glass curtain wall building in half amidst a piercing metallic groan.

The severed surface gleamed coldly, and steel and concrete slid silently down like butter under a hot knife. Amidst the flying shards of glass, the entire building began to tilt in slow motion.

"The building is going to collapse!"

"The site is going to be destroyed!"

Screams erupted from every floor, and office documents flew everywhere.

"Wow--"

The falling concrete slab was less than three meters above the crowd's heads, but it was stopped in an instant by countless golden halos that bloomed from the floor.

These swirling halos of light gently enveloped the still-shaken people, carrying them through the shattered French windows, and making them fall lightly into the air like dandelions swept up by the autumn wind—

There hovers a giant paper airplane made of folded white paper, its wingspan large enough to cover half a football field.

"Hold on to the wrinkles!"

The girl in black standing on the back of the paper airplane shouted.

The terrified crowd rolled onto the white paper like beans, only to find that the seemingly fragile paper was more stable than a steel plate once they lay down on it.

Chu Zhibai stood at the nose of the paper airplane. Her two exceptionally strong comrades were responsible for destruction and rescue, respectively, while she was in charge of accommodating the crowd.

The crowd, still reeling from the golden light, were either slumped in their seats, panting, or weeping uncontrollably.

A man wearing glasses slowly straightened himself up from the crowd, adjusted his crooked glasses, and looked straight at Chu Zhibai through the chaotic crowd.

The latter also noticed his gaze, and she said familiarly:
"Elder Xia Qizhen."

The man with glasses stood up.

He had handsome features, but his face was thin and haggard, and the dark circles under his eyes ruined the overall attractiveness of his handsome face.

The man, wearing a plaid shirt, shorts, and slippers, scratched his messy hair and walked over to Chu Zhibai, the pilot, asking, bewildered:
"How is this going?"

Let’s go back to a few days ago.

When he parted ways with Chu Zhibai, he went to the website of Scarlet Technology Co., Ltd., a result of their mutual discussion.

According to the intelligence obtained by the former, Scarlet Technology Co., Ltd. prefers male employees and will not hire female employees no matter how outstanding their resumes are.

This rule greatly surprised Chu Zhibai and Xia Qizhen, who grew up in a society where talent reigns supreme. After all, such a bizarre move had never happened before in the talent world where strength is paramount.

—Having seen so much factional bias and discrimination based on methods, this is the first time I've seen something based on gender.

Xia Qizhen pointed to herself with a blank expression:
"So... does that mean I, the fragile Light faction, am supposed to go and run the dungeon?"

Chu Zhibai couldn't understand the bizarre rules in ordinary society, but she could only slowly say:

"It seems so, because you're a man?"

Xia Qizhen's face immediately fell. Although he was very unwilling, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Because he was originally from the Light faction, he planned to use his old skills to create a scheme within a scheme to dismantle Crimson Technology from within.

Little did he know that before he could even finish planning the preparatory phase of his scheme, a colleague arrived with a war tycoon who swiftly cleaved the company in two blows.

This greatly surprised Xia Qizhen, making him feel as if all his careful planning from the past few days had turned out to be a joke.

Chu Zhibai noticed the astonishment on Xia Qizhen's face. In fact, she was also surprised by the powerful strength Jiang Jianxin had displayed, but she still explained calmly:

"As you can see, we happened to meet the Sword Master in the contaminated area. The Sword Master was helping us clean up the site." "Before coming to this site, the Sword Master had already killed three."

Before Chu Zhibai could finish speaking, a blinding, cold light suddenly shone in the sky.

Jiang Jianxin stood in mid-air, and with a flick of his wrist, a sword aura that stretched across the sky and earth burst forth, carrying an overwhelming force, and slashed straight at the last towering skyscraper in the distance.

"boom--!"

The moment the sword energy touched the glass curtain wall, the entire building trembled violently, and the steel frame emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

Where the sword flashed, the concrete was neatly sliced ​​open like tofu. The middle section of the building suddenly collapsed, and the upper half slowly tilted under the pull of gravity. The glass curtain wall shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of glittering fragments that reflected a dazzling halo in the sunlight.

"Boom--!"

Finally, the entire high-rise building collapsed with a roar, smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and debris rained down all around.

The shockwave swept across the street, overturning parked vehicles and shattering shop windows along the street.

The dust had not yet settled, and scattered steel bars remained twisted and broken in the ruins, making a sickeningly loud sound.

Jiang Jianxin remained indifferent, as if his sword strike just now was merely a casual gesture.

Xia Qizhen opened her eyes wide, her eyes behind her glasses reflecting the figure that had descended from the sky.

The young swordsman landed gracefully on the paper airplane as his robes fluttered.

He instinctively adjusted his askew glasses, his Adam's apple bobbing several times before he managed to squeeze out a sound with fear:

"Jiang...Sword Master Jiang..."

Before the last note had even finished trembled, the young swordsman's longsword rang out and returned to its sheath.

The crisp sound of the black iron scabbard clashing against the green jade sword blade startled Xia Qizhen, causing cold sweat to break out on his back.

He then realized that the other party was actually half a head shorter than him, but the imposing aura that had been honed through countless battles made even this elder of the Dream Pavilion unconsciously bend his back.

Jiang Jianxin gave a casual "hmm," her fingertips brushing against her wind-blown hair, then pointed at him and turned her head towards Chu Zhibai, saying:

"This is your colleague—that Elder Xia, what's his name?"

"pat-"

Before Chu Zhibai could speak, as the last wave of people poured onto the paper airplane like dumplings being dropped into a pot, Zuo Siquan also gathered his fantasy golden ring and jumped onto the paper airplane.

She had just come up when she heard Jiang Jianxin's question. She glanced at the man in the plaid shirt, smiled, and casually replied:
"Yes, this is our colleague, Elder Xia Qizhen of the Dream Pavilion, a gifted individual from the Light Faction."

Zuo Siquan walked to Xia Qizhen's side and said to him again:

"This is Elder Jiang Jianxin of the War Alliance, a talent of the War faction."

Xia Qizhen nervously pushed up her glasses, hurriedly stretched out her hand, and stammered:
"I've long admired your name, Jiang the tycoon."

Jiang Jianxin shook hands politely, and having just finished a satisfying battle, he was in a very good mood.

"Elder Xia is from the Light faction... Are you planning to stay here and wait for us, or come with us to the next stop?"

Having spent a long time in the world of talents, her concepts and ideas from ordinary society have faded considerably, while traditional thinking from the world of talents has taken over.

In this ideology, the Light faction is the most vulnerable faction, and both men and women need protection.

Therefore, Lin Xin'an, as an adult male, could confidently shrink behind her, because the war faction was the natural protector among the three factions.

Therefore, Jiang Jianxin naturally asked Elder Xia of the Light faction for his opinion first—for someone as fragile and weak as him, staying in the ruined site was the safest option.