The whole nation is trying to survive on the cable car; I'm choosing one of three options at ea

Ishikawa Yu's expression didn't change, but the smile in his eyes turned cold.

He walked towards Su Mu with his knife in his hand, his steps slow, as if he were measuring the distance.

"You're madder than any of the Great Xia people I've ever met," he said. "But you'll soon find out that in this place, the mad die the fastest."

The moment the words left his mouth, Ishikawa Yu moved.

His speed was indeed impressive, even nearly half as fast as a typical level nine professional. The short sword drew an extremely narrow arc in his hand, slicing straight towards Su Mu's throat.

Su Mu didn't move.

He didn't even pull the gun off the ground.

Su Mu raised his right hand when Ishikawa Yu's knife was less than half a foot away from his throat.

It's not a block.

It's a shot.

He sliced ​​in from the side of the blade, precisely pressing down on Ishikawa Yu's wrist bone with such force that his forearm snapped as if clamped by an iron vise. Ishikawa Yu's knife flew out of his hand, his entire right arm twisting to the side, his shoulder tilting forward half an inch.

Then Su Mu reached out with his left hand and cupped his face with his five fingers.

"You're too noisy," Su Mu said.

He used his arm strength to lift Ishikawa Yu off the ground, like lifting a half-empty sandbag.

Ishikawa Yu's pupils shrank sharply.

He never dreamed it would start like this.

The opponent didn't use any fancy techniques, just sheer speed—so fast that he barely saw the hand rise before he was completely subdued. The force was oppressive, like being slammed head-on into a high-speed moving wall; he didn't even have time to struggle.

An extremely unfamiliar, bone-chilling aura surged from Su Mu's palm, flowing down his face and into his entire body. Ishikawa Yu's consciousness was instantly filled with fear.

He heard a very low, muffled sound squeeze out of his throat, as if something was pressing down on it.

Then Su Mu threw him out.

Yu Ishikawa's body struck the rock face several meters away like a kicked pebble, making a dull cracking sound. A shard of rock was shaken off the rock, and his body slid limply down, lying motionless on the sand.

"Captain Ishikawa!" the short man called out first.

Everyone saw that Ishikawa Yu was not dead.

He lay sprawled on the ground, a dark red light emanating from his chest—the shattering of a talisman hanging around his neck. The runes broke in two, and the light dimmed.

He used his last bit of strength to lift his head, his eyes filled with panic and disbelief.

That American wasn't lying.

This guy named Su Mu wasn't just lucky.

Ishikawa Yu felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, mixing with the sand and dust, smearing half of his face.

He reached out, crawled forward two steps, then struggled to his feet and turned to run.

Su Mu watched him run away but didn't chase after him immediately.

He raised his eyelids slightly: "It's a life-saving item, and it's quite sturdy."

Then he moved.

A small crater appeared in the sand beneath his feet, and he swept across the ground like a gray-white shadow. He accumulated power in his steps over three seconds, making him almost twice as fast as Ishikawa Yu.

Yu Ishikawa had run less than twenty meters when he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

He whirled around, and the spear was hurtling towards him at a speed he couldn't comprehend at all. The spearhead grew larger and larger in his pupils, carrying a chilling, other-level power.

"No......"

The spear tip pierced his back and emerged from his chest.

Yu Ishikawa froze, then lunged forward like a puppet with its strings cut, sliding a long distance across the sand. The half-broken amulet flew out of his collar, shattering into dust that scattered in the wind.

[Slayed a Lv9 professional (Sakura Country Cable). Triggered a killing curse, permanently and slightly increasing stats.]

Su Mu holstered his gun, not even glancing at the corpse, and turned to scan the remaining people.

"Come at me all at once," he said calmly, flicking the blood off the tip of his gun. "It saves me the trouble of chasing them one by one."

A brief silence fell over the area around the rocky platform.

Then gunfire erupted.

The survivors from the Sakura Kingdom finally snapped out of their shock and unleashed a barrage of firepower towards Su Mu. Bullets rained down, creating rows of deep craters in the sand, and the dust they kicked up nearly buried Su Mu's body.

They thought that such a barrage of comments would overwhelm that person.

But Su Mu just kept walking forward.

Bullets struck him like raindrops hitting rocks.

There are no wounds.

There was no pause.

Even the gray-white cloak still maintained its original shape, except for a few tears torn in the surface by the airflow.

His steps were perfectly measured, each one landing precisely on the weakest point of the barrage of attacks, like a machine with a pre-programmed path navigating a harmless storm.

"Impossible..." The hook-nosed man's face turned deathly pale, his hand still instinctively pulling the trigger of his gun until the entire magazine was emptied. He then took two steps back. "What the hell is this thing...?"

After Su Mu covered that distance, he joined the formation.

The gun was fired.

The gun fell.

One life after another fell like wheat being harvested.

No one could withstand a single shot from him.

Those survivors of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom finally collapsed completely when the fifth person was pierced through.

Some threw down their guns and turned to run towards the teleportation point. Others retreated while blasting the ground with grenades, trying to use the smoke and dust to cover their positions. Still others knelt on the ground, muttering incoherently, unable to even lift their knives.

Su Mu showed no mercy.

These people showed no mercy when killing those lone survivors.

He caught up with those who were trying to run towards the teleportation point.

The teleportation point takes ten seconds to load, and no one can complete the journey within that time.

The first one hadn't even touched the edge of the beam of light before his leg was snapped by a single shot; the second one fell into the sand and tried to pull out a short-range teleportation scroll, but his hand was pinned to the ground the moment he reached into his backpack; the third one was already inside the beam of light, his body beginning to glow, but Su Mu's gun was faster than the light, piercing through the middle of that already blurring body, leaving a trail of blood.

The beam of light continued to shine, but there was no one inside anymore.

Su Mu stood next to the teleportation point and put his gun away.

Behind him, the once meticulously planned ambush site had become a death trap. More than thirty corpses lay scattered on the sand, some half-buried, others still in the posture of fleeing.

The gunfire stopped, leaving only the wind blowing over the rocky platform, creating a soft rustling sound.

Su Mu brought up the control panel and casually scanned the area.

No survivors were left.

Then he walked over to the corpses and began to count the spoils.