I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

According to his junior brother Li Chengxuan, this person should be about the same strength as him.

The Hidden Dragon School's martial arts are not swordsmanship, so why is this person able to unleash such an exaggerated and terrifying slash?

Blade energy... Even experts who have been immersed in the way of the blade for decades may not be able to master it. How could this greenhorn possibly do that?

Damn it, if he had known this person's swordsmanship was this strong, he would never have faced him head-on empty-handed. One wrong move and he would have lost everything...

Xue Jing did not reply. His silver, divine eyes clearly reflected the figure of the man in the suit, looking at him with disdain, as if he were looking at an ant.

"Click——"

He channeled his strength into the blade, and with a twist of his wrist, he directly deflected the man in the suit's hand from the blade.

Then he slashed the long sword to the side.

"Shh-"

The sharp blade, imbued with force, sliced ​​through flesh and bone, cutting from the center of the abdomen to the right, leaving a wound resembling seppuku on the man's abdomen. He was almost cut in two, nearly severed at the waist.

"Ahhh!!"

The man in the suit screamed and collapsed to his knees in agony, clutching his abdomen. But the large wound still caused his intestines and internal organs to spill out uncontrollably.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

The armed men in the distance were terrified when they saw this.

Senior Brother Zhao was so easily...

One of them couldn't hold back and instinctively fired a shot at Xue Jing.

"Boom!"

As the first shot rang out, several people instinctively pulled the trigger as well.

When the gunshots rang out one after another, the herd mentality completely erupted, and everyone raised their guns.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Seeing countless steel bullets hurtling towards him, Xue Jing activated his [Twin Instinct] with a single thought.

Instead of using my eyes to see, I completely surrendered control of my body to my instincts, letting my intuition guide me and allowing my body to act on its own.

Backwards, leftwards, rightwards...

At the same time, he kept swinging his Futu sword to parry, and bullets that were cut in half fell to the ground from time to time, making a series of clanging sounds.

He remained unharmed amidst the hail of bullets, either dodging them or cutting them down, strolling leisurely as if dancing.

"How can it be!?"

Everyone was stunned.

“Interesting, so this is what double the ‘instinctive instinct’ is…”

Amidst the hail of bullets, Xue Jing actually closed his eyes.

Just like when an ordinary person has a sharp blade near their neck, even if they don't notice it, their body will instinctively feel their hair stand on end and their scalp tingle.

This is the instinct to avoid danger, buried deep in our genes.

Martial artists, through daily training and combat, develop and enhance their physical abilities, making their evasive instincts far stronger than those of ordinary people. Dodging one or two bullets is not a big problem for them.

At this moment, Xue Jing activated his Twin Souls, doubling the intensity of this instinct, allowing him to clearly sense the 'direction' of approaching danger.

It's a feeling that can't be described without relying on the five senses; it can only be described as 'something in the dark'.

Each bullet is a thin line radiating danger. His body will instinctively avoid this line, and then, the next moment, a bullet will actually shoot along that line.

Sometimes, because there are too many 'lines' at the same time, he avoids some of them, using his knife to parry or cut off a portion.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Stones on the floor shattered and scattered, iron railings bent and dented, and hundreds and thousands of bullets rained down, yet not a single one could touch his body.

While dodging the cutting bullets, Xue Jing began to advance towards the armed group in the warehouse area.

He kicked off the ground and jumped up, landing on a wall. He then jumped over the other wall and landed on another wall.

A hail of bullets followed him closely, but they could never truly reach him.

Moving around the surrounding buildings, Xue Jing quickly approached the warehouse area.

As the terrifying, inhuman figure approached, the armed men panicked.

"You...don't come any closer!!"

"what to do!?"

"Fire! Fire now! Don't stop! The closer you get, the harder it will be for him to dodge!"

"call out--"

A flash of silver light swept across the scene, and the young man standing at the front, holding a pistol, stopped pulling the trigger. A slanted gash appeared on his body, running from his left shoulder to his right waist, and the upper part slowly slid off.

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

As the first victim appeared, several more silver-white blades slashed down.

"Shuashuashua——"

Several more people were dismembered, their limbs and torsos scattered all over the ground, and blood kept flowing from the corpses, soon staining the ground red.

The flashing blades continued, and the number of severed corpses kept increasing.

"Weird...monster!"

"Run!!"

Upon witnessing the tragic state of their companions, many of the group, already terrified by Xue Jing, were completely overwhelmed by fear and collapsed. They dropped their weapons and turned to flee desperately away from Xue Jing, wishing they had more legs.

"Damn it!"

Upon seeing this, the bald man in the lead cursed angrily.

He suppressed his fear and frantically pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of fire at the boy wielding the long knife.

They can't escape, they can't be killed, and everyone will die.

But seeing that no matter how many bullets were fired, they could not actually touch the person even a little bit, the bald man couldn't help but feel despair.

How could it be so strong...?

How could they not be able to handle such a barrage of gunfire?

Why was Senior Brother Zhao defeated by him in just one exchange?

Why should I fight this monster?

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The bald man roared in despair.

The boy with the knife descended from the sky and stood before him.

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

He saw a pair of silver eyes that were devoid of any emotion, so contemptuous that it seemed they had never taken them seriously from beginning to end.

A long, narrow, silver-white sword was swung towards him.

Time seemed to slow down.

The black long-barreled rifle in his hand was sliced ​​apart like tofu by a blade, starting from the muzzle, then the barrel, the outer casing, the grip... until it touched his palm.

The blade sliced ​​through the gap between his index and middle fingers, cutting through flesh and bone, splitting his hand vertically in two, slicing into his arm and chest, and finally severing him completely.

Regret, despair, anger, annoyance... all emotions vanished. The bald man stared into those eyes that scorned everything, and only one strange thought filled his mind.

Ah... I actually dared to be his enemy; this fate is entirely deserved...

Xue Jing did not notice the bald man's even somewhat serene expression.

"Big Brother!!"

Someone cried out in alarm.

"Big brother is dead! Big brother is dead!!"

With the seemingly leader killed by him, everyone else completely collapsed.

The gunfire stopped completely, and everyone began to run.

Xue Jing watched their retreating figures, then exhaled a burst of energy to shake off the bloodstains on his Futu Blade before sheathing it.

He then charged toward the fleeing crowd, knocking them all unconscious with a series of cracking punches.

He then threw all the unconscious people into a pile and, after doing all this, walked to a stone bench not far away that was riddled with bullet holes and sat down.

……

"Woo——"

Sirens wailed as more than a dozen police cars drove into the dock.

The car door opened, and countless fully armed police officers emerged. As soon as they got out of the car, they all drew their weapons and aimed them at the scene.

"This……"

"vomit--"

Upon seeing the footage, a young sheriff couldn't help but cover his mouth and gag.

The ground was littered with severed limbs, severed heads, internal organs, hands and feet—all sorts of organs, some yellow, some green, some black, some unrecognizable—giving the scene a stench.

Incongruously, amidst this hellish scene, a young boy was sitting upright on a bench not far away.

His body was spotless, and his face, which was too beautiful, was calm and gentle, as if what lay before him was not a hell of blood and flesh, but a beautiful and moving sea of ​​flowers.

"Do not move!"

A middle-aged sheriff raised his pistol and pointed it at the boy with a serious expression.

His words immediately snapped the disoriented female sheriffs out of their daze, and they all raised their guns, aiming them at the boy.

Xue Jing smiled gently: