Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 43 "Wind-Killing Sword" Ning Ze

Inside that luxurious building in the main urban area of ​​the base city.

Wang Xing'an sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, next to a beautiful girl with a timid expression.

A bald man in a suit stood beside him, not daring to lift his head, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Originally, it was just a matter of having Wang Xing'an sign a company document, but unexpectedly, his communication watch rang six times in a row. Wang Xing'an's expression changed drastically. He could only pretend that he knew nothing, because knowing too much would get him killed.

Wang Xing'an's sinister eyes were filled with contemplation. "Six people died almost simultaneously. What did they encounter? A high-ranking lord?"

"No, if they encountered a high-ranking lord, wouldn't they run away? How could they still send me messages, even though their communication watches are broken now! We can't locate them at all. This looks like deliberate."

"Even with martial arts experts protecting them, they can't be instantly killed. Even a mentalist couldn't do that. It can't be a war god protecting them. I don't even have a war god as my bodyguard. That's really strange!"

After some thought, Wang Xing'an still couldn't figure out what was going on. He turned his head and snorted, "Get lost!"

"yes!"

The bald, middle-aged man quickly turned around and hurriedly walked outside. These agents were just employees; he dared not offend Wang Xing'an.

Wang Xing'an made a phone call and, without saying a word, immediately ordered, "If those two people who came to my villa two days ago return to the base city, contact me immediately!" Then he hung up the phone.

He didn't believe Ning Ze was responsible for this, nor did he know he had been exposed, so he didn't take it to heart at all.

Then we'll know what happened.

After dealing with the matter, Wang Xing'an turned around with a smile, put his arm around the young woman's waist, and said gently, "Don't be afraid, let's go upstairs and play a game."

After saying that, he picked the person up and carried them toward the stairs.

The pretty young woman, who looked quite well-behaved, nestled against his chest, feeling much more at ease. She had no idea how dangerous Wang Xing'an was.

Two days later.

A group of martial artists walked in from outside. Two of them were carrying a simple wooden stretcher covered with a white cloth. The cloth was bulging and one could vaguely make out a human shape.

Because their expressions were somewhat sorrowful, they did not speak. Death was a rare occurrence for martial artists, and all they could do was mourn in silence.

After leaving the city gate, one of the warriors lay prone on the white cloth. Seeing that there were few people around, he whispered through the cloth, "We're inside the city. Where do we go next?"

Beneath the white sheet, Hong Quan lay perfectly on top of a martial artist, whispering, "Extreme Martial Arts School. Give me a cloak while we're in the car."

The underground alliance has businesses all over the world, and its immense power is something that ordinary people fear like a tiger.

Even if he is just a young master of a family, he is not someone that a high-ranking general can offend. This time, six high-ranking generals went with him. Who knows how many powerful people they have under their command?

If we can't confront it head-on, then we can only try our best to avoid it.

This was the best solution he could think of: pretending to be dead to enter the city. No matter how powerful the Wang family was, once he discarded his communication watch and other electronic devices, no one would know that he was the one lying inside.

Once he enters the city and joins one of the two major martial arts schools, even the strongest in the Wang family won't be able to do anything to him.

"What you're saying is fine, but when will we get the money?" the martial artist asked, frowning.

"Two hundred million, I will definitely transfer it to you today. We have a video recording. I, Hong Quan, would never lie to you."

"good!"

The martial artist readily agreed; martial artists always have their pride, so he was certain the money would be transferred to them. However, he asked with some unease, "Who exactly did you offend?"

"It's best not to ask things you shouldn't ask. You've already brought me into the city, which is a great help. I'll tell you when we get there."

Twenty minutes later.

A man wearing a cloak met the headmaster, Wu Tong.

The first thing Hong Quan said after taking off his cloak was, "Headmaster, I want to join the Extreme Martial Arts Academy as an instructor, and I want to live in the Bright Moon Community."

Wu Tong's expression was priceless. Had he come to their Extreme Martial Arts Academy for refuge?

Considering the strength of Hongquan's senior general, he agreed.

After the meeting, Hong Quan quietly brought his family to Mingyue Community, where he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Driven by hatred, he killed all of an enemy's relatives in the martial arts community.

All the martial artists were furious. The warrior at the God of War level knew the seriousness of the matter and fled to the wilderness. But with the world's number one warrior, Hong, personally leading the pursuit, who could escape?

Being a martial artist's family member is a taboo subject for martial artists. As long as you live in the neighborhood of the two major martial arts schools, you can be guaranteed a certain level of safety, unless you risk your life for theirs.

"What exactly happened?" a middle-aged woman asked with a worried expression.

"Don't ask, let's go in first." Hong Quan led his men into the residential area.

They had only been in their new home for a short time when Hong Quan logged into his account on his newly purchased martial arts watch, and immediately a message came through.

His expression changed, and he walked towards the audiovisual room on the second floor, locking the door behind him before answering the call.

A projection appeared on the wall.

Wang Xing'an looked at Hong Quan with a half-smile. "You're quite interesting. You managed to sneak into the city and join the Extreme Martial Arts Academy. Looks like you know who I am now. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Hong Quan was also observing Wang Xing'an. Even when the man was smiling, there was a sinister air about him. He was struggling with his thoughts, but when he recalled the silver-white sword light that flashed in the mall, his mood calmed down.

"I followed them to City 003 to find a group of people..."

"Who are you looking for?" Wang Xing'an asked with a playful expression.

Hong Quan shook his head and replied, "I don't know. We just followed the signal. Zhai Yanke didn't mention it on the way."

"Oh."

Wang Xing'an gave a light hum, "Continue."

"We followed the signal, but we discovered a strange phenomenon: when we were close to the target, the monsters ahead would suddenly become violent, forcing us to retreat, which increased the distance between us and the target. This happened for two consecutive days, even when we chased after them at night, we encountered the same strange phenomenon; they were constantly moving."

"Just two days ago, we chose not to chase so closely for the first time, but we didn't expect to be attacked by the monster's electric current. The seven of them were directly paralyzed by the electric current because they were too close. I chose to retreat quickly because I was a little further away. Not long after, a lord-level purple-striped electric eel appeared from the river and killed the seven of them. Because I escaped quickly, the purple-gold dragon did not choose to chase me."

"Hmm. Not bad," Wang Xing'an casually commented, then said with a sinister look, "Are you sure you want to lie to me?"

"I wouldn't dare." Hong Quan acted very humbly, but still maintained that he wasn't lying.

"Hehe! Very good!"

"Sizzle!"

Wang Xing'an was too lazy to say anything more. He figured it wouldn't be too late to ask the war squad when they returned, and by then none of them would be able to escape.

Inside the video room, Hong Quan frowned deeply. He had originally intended to report the truth to Wang Xing'an directly, but on the way back, he suddenly realized that if he offended the Wang family, he would at most be confined to the Martial Arts Community for the rest of his life.

He dared not imagine what would happen if he offended Ning Ze. To have the strength of a war god in just four months was truly terrifying.

Once this young man becomes someone who surpasses even the God of War, what will the Wang family be worth?

Ning Ze now possesses the strength of a war god, and even harbors the hidden power of a mentalist!

He didn't know if Wang Xing'an could command the God of War, but as long as he kept Ning Ze's whereabouts a secret for the time being, Ning Ze would definitely retaliate once he grew up, and the Wang family's crisis would naturally be resolved. He didn't need to get involved in the struggle between the two of them at all.

My only worry is...

Will he really let me go?

Thinking of this, Hong Quan's expression fell silent. He had provided some valuable information, but he had indeed gone to hunt them down before.

Just think of Ning Ze's expressionless face. He killed six people in an instant without any fluctuation in his eyes, just like when he killed a monster.

Because they were wearing 7th generation combat suits, which made them somewhat difficult to kill, Ning Ze chose to behead them directly!

Would someone like that let him go?

"Why……"

……

early morning.

City No. 003.

A crossroads.

Now, this place has become a bright red cross, the ground soaked and stained crimson with blood. The sun rises slowly from the east, its sunlight reflecting off the blood-red ground.

In the pool of blood, countless monsters lay spread out over a kilometer radius. Some had already lost all their breath, while countless others struggled and screamed on the ground, whimpering, howling, panting, and wailing... as if it were a place of demon-refining in the eighteenth level of hell.

A white figure stood proudly on the back of a crimson-gold tiger monster, accompanied by a silver-white longsword.

Blood stained the ground, but could not stain the snow-white combat uniform.

Ning Ze stared silently at a collapsed building in front of him. The former skylight had become a deep cave, and he could vaguely see the figures of several martial artists.

brush!

With a swift movement, Ning Ze reappeared, already ten meters away on the back of a monster, like a white lightning bolt, constantly twisting and leaping across the monster's body.

This speed exceeded the speed of sound without making a sonic boom. Even his snow-white combat suit only swayed slightly, and his bangs only gently swayed.

"He's coming!"

"Wind-Slaying Sword! Ning Ze! He's already killed three teams of martial artists!"

A martial artist inside the skylight of the building was terrified.

Another middle-aged man, who looked honest and steady, said, "Don't panic! Don't panic! The Wind Killing Sword never attacks others on its own initiative. As long as we have no hostility, we are safe."

Even so, a fine layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

Reaching the speed of sound with a weapon is simple; any warrior can do it. However, a novice warrior swings the weapon while running, while an intermediate warrior can detonate it while stationary. Even longer weapons, such as spears, can easily detonate. Whips can even produce sonic booms when whipped by ordinary people.

But those are weapons.

To break the sound barrier... the closer the speed gets to the speed of sound, the greater the resistance. No warrior has ever reached supersonic speed. Anyone who can burst into the speed of sound is a god of war!

The person in front of us reached the speed of sound, but did not actually create a sonic boom!

This is terrifying to look at. If they fight at this speed, they won't even have time to react before they're killed.

At this moment, the seemingly composed middle-aged martial artist was filled with regret. He had been so engrossed in watching the sword techniques and movement that he had just begun to grasp something when the killing was over.

Swish!

A white shadow flashed, and Ning Ze's figure slowly focused, afterimages disappearing behind him. He calmly looked at the group of martial artists in the skylight and softly asked, "What advice do you all have for me?"

The nameless martial artist inside the skylight held his breath instantly.

"No! No! How could we dare to oppose the 'Wind Killing Sword'? Please don't misunderstand." The middle-aged man, who looked honest, put his hands in front of his chest, completely abandoning his weapon. "I just wanted to watch you fight. I feel I've gained some insight into your movement techniques."

Ning Ze smiled slightly. The scene before him was truly amusing. This man was as strong as a bear, even bigger than his father, yet he was waving his hands in such an adorable way.

Ning Ze felt a surge of goodwill and smiled, "Don't be afraid. As long as they're not trying to steal my prey, I won't attack someone who is also a martial artist."

The title "Wind Killing Sword" was a complete accident.

How could they not encounter martial artists in a city like No. 003? They've encountered far too many martial artist squads at this hunting pace.

Ning Ze simply killed three groups of martial artists who wanted to steal his prey in order to reduce trouble, and left one person from each group to escape.

He chased after them at a leisurely pace, taking a stroll around City 003 to calm the martial arts squads down.

Later, a group of martial artists witnessed him killing monsters. Since these people didn't intend to steal his prey, Ning Ze didn't intervene.

Later, for some reason, it was given the name "Wind Killing Sword" and spread throughout City 003.

Fortunately, Ning Ze achieved his goal, and the trouble was indeed greatly reduced. Whenever they encountered his martial arts team, they would turn around and run away. They even picked up several monster materials for free.

This team was the first one to dare stay and watch after his reputation spread; he almost thought these people had designs on his materials.

Looking back now, it was all a misunderstanding.

After offering a reassuring remark, Ning Ze turned and pointed towards the battlefield, asking, "Anyone interested in making a deal?"

"trade?"

The honest-looking middle-aged martial artist and his teammate looked at each other, wondering what kind of deal they had in store.

Ning Ze nodded and smiled, "You guys help me process the monster materials. Those F-rank monster materials are yours. They're not worth much, but they should still be worth at least 1000 million."

"If possible, you can wait for my message during the day. After I kill the monster, you can help me dispose of the corpse. I'll send you a message after I'm done, and you can come and handle it. How does that sound?"

The good-looking middle-aged man glanced at Ning Ze cautiously and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you come out with the War Squad?"

(End of this chapter)