Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"A sniper?!"

The long-haired man felt a slight sense of fear. He dared to bring his men and use handguns here because this was gang-controlled territory. But from any perspective, a sniper rifle was far too excessive in this city, falling into a category that would never be permitted, no matter how much money was offered to bribe the police.

But then a look of joy appeared in his eyes.

As expected of assassins, true desperados. Well-trained and lawless. With them around, even a genuine superhuman might be hard to kill, let alone a fake like Mian who just happened to be there by chance!

Upon realizing this, even the pain from his severed hand could no longer stop the long-haired man from smiling.

He simply smiled and made that gesture at the assassin to the side, as if he could already see Mian's head shattering, in just one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Half a minute passed, and nothing happened. Mian was still standing there, healthy and holding his sword. Instead, the faint light on the distant building disappeared.

In Mian's view, he only saw the unconscious gnoll fall from the treetop, his body bearing wounds that looked like both claw marks and sword marks, and he immediately understood everything.

It seems Ain has taken care of that guy.

Mian pointed her sword at the assassin and the long-haired man, a smile appearing on her face.

From the beginning, he had anticipated that someone might be lying in ambush. Aside from Sherry, who had to go to Luffy Park to deal with Matt, Ain, who wasn't present, was handling this matter.

Mian didn't want the child to get involved in danger. But he also had to admit that as time went by, Ein, who called himself the Silver Knight, had become more and more proficient in mastering this extraordinary power, even to a degree that Mian couldn't have imagined.

When she was first conferred her power, Ain could only vaguely sense the direction of murderous intent from mortals. But now, not to mention superhumans, Ain can clearly sense any mortal with murderous intent within a radius of several hundred meters, leaving them with no chance of hiding.

Not to mention, Ain's strength allowed her to defeat "minions" in a one-on-one fight and smash a wall with a single punch.

Although Mian didn't know the specific reason, Ain was already the strongest among the four. In addition, the young knight volunteered, so Mian had no reason to refuse her in dealing with these "trash" hiding in the shadows.

"Looks like your sniper's been taken care of."

Mian taunted the assassins and gangsters, then charged at them, sword in hand.

Just as the mirror shards suggested, the sword that Sherry had meticulously forged did indeed seem to possess a power far exceeding that of ordinary iron. Holding the sword, Mian felt much lighter, as if she had returned to her physical condition before she transmigrated.

"Fire! Fire!"

The long-haired man, looking utterly devastated, gave orders to his surviving men. But these ragtag followers, seemingly terrified by what had just happened, fled in panic at the sight of Mian's charge.

Damn it.

The drill killer cursed, completely bewildered by what had happened to his sniper partner. But he had no intention of giving up his prey.

Those foolish colleagues and useless gangsters had no idea of ​​the value of this man named Mian. The million-dollar bounty was merely the least important part; the ultimate reward was using his phone to curry favor with the Celestial Cult in order to obtain the key to the path to transcendence.

Ignoring the long-haired man who was already terrified and on the verge of collapse, the drill killer and his companion, who was holding a specially made pistol, exchanged a glance. Then, the two of them attacked Mian from the left and right.

As a seasoned assassin, the long-haired man found a powerful backer. Their movements were light and agile. They weren't superhuman, but their skills certainly surpassed those of ordinary people.

However, in Mian's eyes, at this moment, they were nothing more than two ugly jackal-men.

Two large-caliber Magnum bullets poured from the muzzle, meeting two poisoned arrows head-on. These were weapons that, in theory, could barely budge divine armor.

The exploding bullet struck Mian, making him feel as if he had been punched hard in the chest.

The sacred armor was far from invincible as the cheat code claimed. Even if it could withstand the damage from shrapnel, the impact of bullets hitting the body would still exceed the limits of the sacred armor, causing Mian considerable pain.

But Mi An ignored them completely, bracing himself against the two bullets, aiming at the gunman, and speeding towards him.

Faced with the charging Mian, the assassin hastily emptied the remaining bullets from his magazine. But amidst the torrent of bullets, Mian only had one command flash through his mind.

"accelerate."

Ryan's soft chanting echoed within the space of consciousness. In the hidden world, ghosts were merely superhuman beings without bodies, yet they could still cast spells that did not require a physical form.

Mian's body entered a brief state of acceleration. In an instant, he twisted his body, dodged all the bullets, and arrived in front of the assassin.

He stopped, drew his sword horizontally, and channeled all his power from his waist, allowing it to flow through his arm to the tip of the blade. Mian unleashed a powerful side slash at the assassin.

In his panic, the assassin could only pull out a military knife and try to stop him.

But compared to Ifaratamuya, who had already been endowed with some kind of extraordinary power, that military knife was nothing more than a rough wooden stick in the goblin's hand, which would break at the slightest touch.

The broken military knife flew out, leaving the assassin wide open. With Mian's sudden acceleration, the assassin had no room to dodge.

The gunman's life seemed to be coming to an end, but at that moment, the drill-wielding assassin attacked from the side. Now, the drill-wielding assassin held a hard, specially made metal rod in his hand.

The metal rod separated the sword, while the electric drill came straight for Mian's face.

The drill killer hadn't made a move before, precisely to wait for this moment—the instant when the superhuman cast one spell but hadn't yet had time to cast another. That was precisely when most non-physical superhumans were at their most vulnerable.

This was a tactic the two assassins had planned long ago; they were determined to use it to pave a smooth road for themselves in the future.

If a magnum bullet can break through an opponent's defenses, then a power drill can also cut through their skin. This is the moment, this is the move!

The specially made drill made a teeth-grinding noise as it pierced the opponent's face, rapidly approaching his flesh. His sword had already been deflected elsewhere; he had no time to defend himself or resist the attack.

The drill killer's excitement had reached its peak when, at that moment, a line of blood appeared on his chest.

The sword, which was thought to have been blocked, appeared in front of the drill killer's chest. The specially made metal rod, which was supposed to block the attack, vanished like foam, revealing a severed stump.

Mian shook off the blood from Ifaratamuya, and behind him, two assassins who thought they had the upper hand instantly bled and were unable to move.