"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

"What happened?"

The security captain paused for a moment, then pressed the intercom and shouted, "Hello! What's the situation outside? Please respond!"

The most basic defensive deployment of the Mi Palace is the first security team on the first floor, as the enemy will inevitably come from above.

But only a few minutes have passed since the alarm sounded, and in those few minutes the enemy has fought their way down from above.

You must be joking.

It takes several minutes to walk up the stairs!

Amidst that inexplicable sense of panic, the security captain, who was walking at the front, was the first to stop, and the others behind him also stopped.

In the gradually quieting space, heavy breathing overlapped.

Snap... Snap...

The sound of dripping water and footsteps came from the deep, dark passage.

As the sound drew closer, a figure appeared before them under the incandescent light at the entrance to the passageway.

He was a smiling teenager.

But the moment they saw him, no one spoke; they just stared at him blankly.

No one spoke, but something was definitely spreading and climbing through the empty casino hall.

It seemed to be the chill of fear, leaving wet, blood-red marks inch by inch on the floor, walls, and people's faces.

Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock...

The boy's right hand was tightly gripping a horizontal sword, which he had clearly used to hack his way down the mountain. Crimson blood gradually gathered at the tip of the sword and dripped onto the ground.

But what stunned the security personnel present was what the boy was dragging in his left hand.

A rather strange-looking centipede.

No.

That wasn't a "centipede".

When the head of security saw what it really looked like, his breath caught in his throat and his mind went completely blank.

It was a pale, scarlet spine, clearly ripped out head and neck, with the severed head held in the hand, leaving a glaring dark red trail of blood behind.

Thud! Thud thud...

Qi Xiuyuan loosened his grip on the head, and the skull slammed to the ground with a dull, suppressed sound, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

The blood flowing from the severed limbs was like rain, pooling on the ground to form a dark red mirror, reflecting the terrified eyes of the security guards, whose eyes in turn reflected the knife in the boy's hand.

Cluck cluck...cluck cluck...

Qi Xiuyuan walked slowly into the casino from the darkness. The security guards, who were gripping their knives tightly, looked at him. Seeing the abnormal crimson in his eyes, they felt their chattering teeth go numb as if they had been cavified.

"They came charging at us yelling the moment they saw us, it's really endless."

Qi Xiuyuan glanced up at the surveillance cameras around the casino, his voice chilling like mercury corroding flesh, and laughed, "If your goal is to annoy me with these bugs, then I admit, you win."

"However, you rats had better hide."

Qi Xiuyuan lowered his eyelids slightly, his eyes hidden in the shadows as he lifted his foot.

Click! Click!

He stomped on the head and crushed it like a tomato. Hearing the sound of bones cracking, everyone shuddered and froze on the spot.

Qi Xiuyuan looked up at the monitor, his gaze seemingly penetrating the electronic components to see the person sitting in front of the screen, and smiled slightly, "I'm coming to find you."

Just then, in addition to the suppressed breathing, the sound of light footsteps rang out.

Qi Xiuyuan turned to look at Chu Zihang behind him. Chu Zihang was soaked in blood and dirt, his hands gripping the short knife tightly in front of him.

Although his face was somewhat pale, he gripped the knife tightly.

"call."

Looking at the pool of red and white flesh at Qi Xiuyuan's feet, Chu Zihang exhaled a breath of bloody breath and said helplessly, "Couldn't I just burn them all?"

"Your Word of Power can't be used in this confined environment," Qi Xiuyuan said with a smile. "Besides, isn't this to desensitize you?"

Along the way from the lobby to the underground casino, although the number of security personnel was not too large, Qi Xiuyuan intentionally or unintentionally missed a few people, and the three people who followed him along the way obviously also made a move.

From initial nausea and fear, it gradually turned into numbness and adaptation.

As the two were talking, Xia Mi and Su Xiaoqiang also came over, but the one in the worst condition was not Su Xiaoqiang, but Xia Mi.

This drama queen hid behind Su Xiaoqiang, her face even paler than Su Xiaoqiang's, looking utterly helpless, which only made Su Xiaoqiang feel more confident.

"..."

Su Xiaoqiang looked at her blood-stained, no longer fair hands, and thought of the fist she had thrown in a moment of panic when someone suddenly lunged at her and she instinctively shielded Xia Mi.

At that moment, she seemed to see a "point," or rather, an "eye."

Rocks have eyes, steel has eyes, and bones also have "eyes".

The bones in her chest, which should have been hard, shattered like paper under her seemingly supernatural punch.

"What the hell?"

Su Xiaoqiang subconsciously pursed her lips, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

It turns out, it's that simple...

Qi Xiuyuan glanced at Su Xiaoqiang, then looked at Xia Mi behind her. Xia Mi noticed his gaze and winked at him.

Xia Mi's authority is "force," and its most scientific expression is "stress."

Simply put, it means being able to see through an object, to its most vulnerable "point" and "eye," and to pour power into the "eye" like flowing water, resulting in the entire target shattering or even turning it into powder.

It seems that it was a success.

"I won't wait for you. Try your best to keep up."

Qi Xiuyuan patted Su Xiaoqiang on the head, then turned to look at the security personnel.

"Kid," the blond, blue-eyed security captain said coldly, drawing his gun from his waist, "I don't know who you are or how you got down here, but you'd better get out of here."

Qi Xiuyuan did not respond to him, but merely glanced at everyone's faces and smiled slightly, "You're holding your head too high."

After saying that, he put the sword in his hand into the scabbard at his waist. The security captain's expression changed slightly when he saw this, and he looked like he thought, "Is this guy crazy?"

Does that kid really think he can just pierce through them with a knife?

But if he's a brain-dead idiot, how did he manage to climb all the way up from there?

Behind them was the underground warehouse on the second basement level. However, the narrow terrain made it difficult for even a well-equipped squad of similar size to break through.

Not to mention their only enemy was the person in front of them.

"Let's do it."

The security captain, unable to understand, spoke coldly, and the first few security personnel rushed out.

But in the next moment, Qi Xiuyuan reached out and grasped the black hilt of the knife.

He swung the knife in his hand solemnly and slowly, drawing a sharp arc in front of him.

Before the people in front of them could react, the sound of death approached.

呲! !

The crescent-shaped arc of light instantly extended several meters long, tearing a slit in the air in front of them. The invisible wind blades, like the ring-shaped impact of an explosion, enveloped all the dozen or so security personnel in front of them.

They seemed frozen in place, without any sign of slowing down. Their masked faces appeared somewhat dazed, and time itself seemed to stand still for that instant.

Gradually, the separated airflow filled back in little by little, and the shriek of the slashing knife was drawn out for a very long time.

puff!puff!puff!

The next moment, the security personnel, who were either standing or rushing forward, suddenly lost their balance.

It felt as if a storm was slicing through them like a knife, and the people "standing" in front of them were as if they were being swept away by an invisible blade.

The security guards, their upper and lower bodies separated, fell to the ground with blank and helpless expressions, looking like blood-red wheat that had been cut down with a sickle.