The Martial Saint, starting with daily intelligence.

"Eve, the president instructed us that the items being transported this time are extremely important, even related to the survival of our Iron Fist Club."

"Keep your spiritual awareness active at all times, and report any unusual activity immediately."

"Relax, Captain. With my [Spiritual Sense Purification Domain], combined with the extraordinary artifact—the Perception Crystal, even a seventh or eighth-level extraordinary expert wouldn't be able to escape my spiritual sense detection."

"We must not be careless. The abilities of superhumans are strange and unusual, and the warriors of Chu are not weak either."

"I have this uneasy feeling, like something's about to happen."

Captain James warned.

"Haha, the captain's here again. It's always like this on every mission."

Saiwei also comforted and joked.

"With Eve around, even a martial artist at the Refinement Realm in Chu wouldn't be able to escape her spiritual sense. Don't worry."

"And when has Eve ever failed to warn us beforehand?"

"Unless there is a legendary expert who has comprehended the extraordinary realm, it is said that some martial artists in the Refining God Realm of Chu Kingdom can comprehend it ahead of time, but even the guild leader cannot be a match for such an expert."

"If there really is such a powerful being, we might as well just wait to die, since we definitely can't beat him anyway."

Captain James nodded and said nothing more.

James's so-called sixth sense is sometimes accurate and sometimes not; he himself doesn't dare to be completely certain about it.

I hope I'm just overthinking it!

Moreover, Eve's strength is not strong. As a fifth-tier superhuman, she can only be described as average, and her strength is at the bottom of her seven-person team.

However, her spiritual perception was terrifying, helping their team discover and escape multiple crises.

In addition, her stunning looks and alluring figure always made him want to get her pregnant.

Not only James' team, but also the other two elite teams have many people pursuing Eve.

The proportion of female superhumans is already lower than that of male superhumans. They are all good-looking and have good figures. There are too many wolves and not enough meat, so many people are lusting after them.

  

Suddenly, a long gun appeared in front of the car, its target being the driver, Seville.

Almost simultaneously, the other people in the vehicle were also attacked from all directions, including the drivers and escorts of the two trucks behind them.

"Oh no~"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Chaos erupted inside the car as everyone gasped in surprise, and their extraordinary powers exploded.

They were all battle-hardened superhumans, and although they didn't know why Eve didn't give a warning, their survival instincts led them to do what was most advantageous to themselves.

Before the attack from outside the car even arrived, the superhumans had already dismantled the car themselves.

The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. The cars they are in are like prisons that bind them. They must break out immediately to have a chance of survival, otherwise they will surely be trapped in the cars and die a miserable death.

Almost instantly~

The car windows were shattered, the doors were dented and deformed, and the car itself was overturned by something unknown.

The few surviving superhumans barely managed to escape from the car after enduring the attackers' assault, and each of them sustained considerable injuries.

"Who exactly are you people? Don't you know we're from the Iron Fist Club?"

Captain James practically yelled it out.

Blood was still flowing from his left chest, as if it had been pierced by something, and he kept coughing up blood, which was the foul blood from his ruptured internal organs.

Three cars were attacked at the same time. He and six teammates made a total of seven people, but only four of them are still alive.

Three of them have already died in the attack that just happened in the blink of an eye.

If Captain James hadn't possessed a life-saving artifact, he himself would likely have perished in the attack.

The attacker was a martial artist comparable to an eighth-tier transcendent being, a powerful expert at the mid-stage of the Divine Refinement realm. Keep in mind that even their guild leader was only at this level.

James knew in his heart that today was likely to be a bad day.

He was severely injured, and there was still some special true energy remaining in the wound on his chest. Even his extraordinary power could not remove this power immediately.

If it were a safe place, James could slowly recover, but now, is there still a chance?

James looked around. His three other teammates were in the same boat as him, either dead or in serious condition, all with some kind of injury. His right-hand man, Savi, was also kneeling on the ground, barely breathing.

James' elite team of seven includes himself and Savi, who are at the sixth level of the Extraordinary Realm, while the other five teammates are at the fifth level of the Extraordinary Realm.

And those attackers.

There were seventeen people in total, three layers deep, all radiating strong true energy.

The lowest level among them was mid-stage Qi Refining, equivalent to the fifth level of the Extraordinary Realm. Among them were two experts at the Refining Spirit Realm, both at the mid-stage of the Refining Spirit Realm, equivalent to the eighth level of the Extraordinary Realm.

Furthermore, even the lowest-level Qi Refining cultivator at the mid-stage possesses true Qi strength and aura that are in no way inferior to their teammates.

Outnumbered, higher-level players attacking lower-level players, and they even resort to sneak attacks.

James's elite team truly lives up to its name; the fact that they're still holding on under these circumstances is quite impressive.

"Why did this mysterious powerful figure attack us? Does he have a grudge against our Iron Fist Club?"

James knew he was doomed, but he still asked, unwilling to give up, who was trying to kill them.

The dozen or so people in front of them were clearly professionals, well-trained, strategically positioned, and worked in perfect coordination, effectively blocking all their chances of escape.

Swift as thunder, still as a virgin.

Every move they make is a killing blow.

Everyone wore a standard mask and uniform night clothes, making it impossible to tell which faction they belonged to.

"If you take someone's money, you're obligated to solve their problems."

"Fuck, son of a bitch, I knew it was those bastards from the Silver Wheel Club who did it."

"No matter how much Silver Wheel Club offers, our Iron Fist Club is willing to offer double."

"No, three times."

James struggled to his feet, hoping for a glimmer of hope.

But all that awaited him was cold indifference.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive."

As the words of the Tingfeng Tower Master faded.

The next moment, no one from the Iron Fist Club survived.

"You extraordinary individual do have some skill, actually managing to withstand one of your attacks."

"Please forgive me, OP."

The original poster waved their hand.

"It's not entirely your fault. James is a sixth-level transcendent, and he has quite a reputation in the entire city of Tianjin. There are probably not many transcendents or martial artists of the same level who can defeat him."

"Moreover, the opponent also possesses an extraordinary artifact; otherwise, he would have been killed long ago by your wrathful strike."

"Unfortunately, it's completely destroyed."

The poster squatted beside James's body, picked up the broken artifact, and sighed.

"Quickly finish this battle, clean up the battlefield immediately, and take everything back to the secret base outside the city."

"Elder Mu and Elder Yun, please trouble you two to handle the follow-up and cleanup."

"Yes, Master, we will make sure no one notices any flaws."

"Deacon Li, the intelligence is correct, there are no surprises. Go to the previous location and have Deacon Chen and your nephew evacuate together."

"Yes, thank you very much, Master."

···

On the other side, Zhong Ming and the other two were still waiting.

After everyone from Tingfeng Tower left, Zhong Ming and Li Weimin clearly sensed that something was off.

Moreover, it was clear that Deacon Chen's attitude towards the two of them was obvious.

They were almost always ready to act at any moment.

Zhong Ming felt a chill run down his spine.

"Won't the people from Tingfeng Tower try to silence us?"

"It shouldn't come to that. If they really wanted to silence us, they wouldn't have needed to do it now; they could have done it much earlier."

After all, Tingfenglou had already obtained the intelligence. If Zhong Ming hadn't been so farsighted as to prevent leaks, he would probably be dead by now.

Zhong Ming guessed that it was probably related to tonight's operation.

If everything goes smoothly, then everyone will be happy.

But if the intelligence is wrong and it's a trap, then Deacon Chen would probably kill him without hesitation.

Zhong Ming had confidence in the system; the intelligence was definitely reliable.

So there wasn't much of a reaction.

The stationmaster, Li Weimin, was in a similar situation. He had an uncle who was a deacon, so at most he would be punished or reprimanded, but his crime would not warrant the death penalty.

If you kill your own people because of incorrect intelligence, who will be willing to risk their lives for you in the future?

He's still a Qi Refining expert with some connections in the middle and upper levels. At worst, he'll just get some punishment or be marginalized.

Each of the three had their own thoughts, and this awkward atmosphere didn't last long.

With the arrival of Steward Li, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"The host has ordered that everything goes smoothly tonight, so we're leaving!"

···

That night, inside the Iron Fist Club.

As time went by and the James Elite Team still hadn't returned, the president of the Iron Fist Club could no longer sit still.

He pleaded with Lord Alyosha in the concession, using his special privileges, and was finally allowed to leave the city that night.

Afterwards, he personally led several teams of superhumans to search for them. On the way, they only saw three burning cars and James and others who had been burned to a crisp.

At this point, no matter how unwilling he was to believe it, the president had no choice but to accept reality.

James and his crew are dead, and the supplies and supernatural items from the country are gone.

In the end, the president could only vent his frustration by howling.

"Ah~"

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch, if I catch you I'll kill you, you filthy bitch!"

"Ugh~ Fuck!"

It is said that for several days in a row, desks and furniture in the office of the Iron Fist Club president were smashed one after another.

Almost every day, two or three sets of brand-new solid wood furniture are replaced, and then they become firewood sticks.

···

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The Iron Fist Club's Super Squad has been attacked, and the entire James Squad has been wiped out. The Iron Fist Club president is offering a reward of 100,000 dollars to find the culprit..."

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Iron Fist!"

The following day, newspaper vendors in many parts of Tianjin were promoting the event on the streets and alleys.

On his way home, Zhong Ming bought a newspaper.

Last night, Zhong Ming and stationmaster Li Weimin spent the night in a farmhouse outside the city and only returned to the city this morning.

The newspaper only reported that James's team, one of the three elite squads of the Iron Fist Club, had been completely wiped out.

However, no mention was made of the looted goods.

One truckload of weapons and another truckload of extraordinary items and corresponding cultivation resources.

The munitions consisted of three hundred foreign rifles and thirty super-powerful muskets, along with matching ammunition.

Three hundred foreign guns were negligible to the Iron Fist Club, but thirty extraordinary muskets were a different story; any one of them was worth more than three hundred foreign guns.

Three hundred foreign guns were specially transported in order to bring these thirty extraordinary muskets.

I only made dumplings for this dish of vinegar.

The rifles here are similar to those used in World War I in my previous life; you fire one shot and then pull the bolt back.

But this is an extraordinary world.

For martial artists at the Bone Forging Realm, it's hard to say what happens beyond seven steps, but within seven steps, they are definitely faster.

For martial artists at the Marrow Cleansing Realm, three or five foreign guns pose little threat.

Given enough space to maneuver, even a dozen men armed with foreign guns couldn't do anything to him.

Reaching the Qi Refining Realm is even more terrifying, as true qi protects the body.

Foreign gun bullets must first penetrate true qi before they can harm a qi-refining expert. A qi-refining martial artist can withstand three to five bullets at the same time.

The true energy can block all these bullets without causing any harm.

Only by creating a large enough barrage of bullets, with dozens of people firing simultaneously under orders, can a Qi Refining expert be injured.

As for killing a Qi Refining expert with a foreign gun, there are only some special circumstances, such as when there is no way to hide or move and one can only take the hit, or when one's true energy is exhausted.

Without true qi, a qi-refining expert is not much stronger than a marrow-cleansing martial artist.

The extraordinary firearm, however, does not require this, as it is extremely powerful.

It's comparable to the sniper rifles of my previous life, but with greater power and a longer range.

More importantly, these extraordinary firearms are equipped with corresponding extraordinary bullets that can directly penetrate a martial artist's true energy.

In other words, it specifically targets the true qi of martial artists, not only those at the Qi Refining Realm but also those at the Spirit Refining Realm.

True Qi is no different from paper in the face of extraordinary firearms and extraordinary bullets.

Even with just one extraordinary firearm and one extraordinary bullet, theoretically, it is possible to directly kill a powerful expert in the Refining God Realm.

In fact, martial artists above the Qi Refining level are not the most severely countered by extraordinary firearms.

The Westerners' supernatural systems were the ones most severely countered by supernatural firearms.

From its inception, the Extraordinary Firearm was designed to target extraordinary individuals.

Even legendary-level superhumans would have to retreat and avoid facing dozens of superhuman muskets head-on.

It was later discovered that it also had a restraining effect on the true qi of martial artists, which is why it began to circulate in the Great Chu Dynasty.

Ordinary foreign guns could be copied by the Great Chu court and various warlords, who could then build their own production lines.

Therefore, ordinary muskets were not very scarce and were not expensive; they could be bought for just a few dollars, and bullets were included.

However, only Westerners are currently able to mass-produce the extraordinary firearms.

It is said that the Great Chu court once tried to imitate it, but the cost was too high and the losses outweighed the gains.

Because some extraordinary materials are only found in the Western lands, and are not available in the Great Chu, it's better to buy finished products directly than to buy these extraordinary materials at high prices.

The finished product is relatively cheap, but the materials are more expensive.

Of course, this material is also rare in the Western Continent, so they are also limited by the availability of materials, and their production has always remained within a certain range.

In recent years, the Western Continent has been locked in fierce fighting, and they don't even have enough extraordinary firearms for their own use, so they naturally banned their sale. Now, extraordinary firearms are occasionally appearing on the black market.

They are either ancient relics from more than ten years ago or even a hundred years ago, or "scrap" smuggled from the Western Continent at the risk of being strangled.

Three hundred foreign guns, added together, would only cost a few thousand silver dollars.

And any extraordinary firearm, equipped with a basic load of extraordinary bullets, could easily sell for ten thousand silver dollars on the black market.

To be honest, with these thirty extraordinary firearms, the Iron Fist Club's overall strength will rise by at least two or three levels.