Infinite: Starting from Infiltrating Other Spaces

They resemble humans but are not human; they have sharp claws and fangs, are very strong and powerful, are fast, and often appear in groups.

It can spit out a sharp mouthpart to pierce the corpse, inject a solution, melt the corpse into liquid, and absorb it completely as nourishment and energy.

The purpose of these scavengers is to promptly remove corpses from the back alleys, preventing a potential outbreak of isomers caused by large-scale deaths.

Even in such vast darkness, there are still some places where light shines.

Under the flashing neon lights, energetic music carried far through the quiet night sky.

Those are all the territories of various gangs.

"Sir, the Rusty Nail Gang is just ahead..."

They stopped at the intersection, where the continuous rows of shacks suddenly disappeared, revealing a large open space.

In the center of the open space stood a group of buildings with a completely different style from the back alley.

The two crude, three-story buildings, with their exterior walls made of patchwork discarded alloy panels and gaps filled with cement and broken bricks, looked like two crouching steel beasts against the backdrop of a cluster of low shacks.

Two high-powered searchlights were mounted on the roof, their stark white beams piercing the thin fog and sweeping back and forth between the muddy ground and the shacks.

Like the cold light shooting from the eyes of this steel behemoth.

Gang members patrolled the walls and doorways, wearing shiny leather jackets with the sleeves cut off, and most of their exposed arms were welded with powered prosthetics.

The embers of a cigarette flickered in the darkness, and a powerful bass voice poured out from the half-open iron gate, mixed with laughter, shouts, and the clinking of glasses.

A crooked tin sign was nailed to the door, with three large characters painted in red: "Rusty Nail Gang." The paint dripped down, leaving long streaks like dried blood.

"Sir, are we really going there?"

Their strength was not weak, so they could naturally see the extremely surging killing intent that Li Xia was not hiding at this moment.

The other person hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but ask in a soft voice.

Li Xia turned her gaze away: "Is there a problem?"

Douglas, the newly promoted head of the Special Operations Department, hesitated and said:

"But....."

Their gazes held a strange and complex expression as they said, "The Rusty Nail Gang...it's not you..."

Li Xia suddenly understood. The shock and murderous intent mixed together made him sneer out loud.

It turns out that the Rusty Nail Gang was a force supported and protected by 'himself'.

It turns out that the identity he occupied was also an important link in the plan.

Li Xia stopped talking and instead expressed his attitude through his actions.

The Frostflower Sword hanging at his waist trembled as it was drawn from its sheath, transforming into a streak of light in the night sky as it shot toward the building.

Like a nimble needle threading a needle, in a mere instant, all the Rust Gang's overt and covert sentries were connected.

When the wire completely pierced through their bodies, these people trembled violently as if they had been electrocuted, and collapsed limply to the ground.

The two supervisors stared in shock at Li Xia's actions, exchanged glances, but said nothing, simply following silently behind him.

As Li Xia got closer to the building, the Frostflower Sword that had been hovering around it suddenly shattered into countless shimmering points of light, forming a huge semicircle.

These fragments floated and circled around, slowly rotating, preventing any possibility of escape.

Li Xia tapped his leather boots, adorned with copper buckles and iron plates, on the ground, producing a crisp clicking sound.

Inside the building, the raging heavy metal music was still playing, but at some point, the cacophony of laughter, insults, and clinking glasses had quietly disappeared.

The door was half-open, and the aroma of alcohol, tobacco, and a peculiar sweetness mingled with the strong smell of blood, creating a uniquely rich and sweet fragrance that was both dangerous and alluring.

Douglas and Reinhardt exchanged a glance, silently reaching out to grip their weapons, ready to unleash them at any moment, and cautiously followed behind Li Xia.

The door was pushed open by an invisible force, and blood meandered down the rough stone slabs, extending into the corridor. Li Xia seemed oblivious, and the three little ones seemed used to it as well, only floating a little higher with extreme disgust to avoid the pool of blood beneath their feet.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Footsteps echoed in the corridor, and a deathly silence permeated the air.

The two people behind him had beads of cold sweat on their foreheads.

It was too oppressive and too eerie. It felt like facing some kind of extremely powerful "heterogeneous entity," which sometimes gave rise to a sense of powerlessness and despair.

The large door at the end of the corridor was wide open, and inside the huge gathering hall, the colored lights were still slowly turning, casting colorful spots of light.

Large numbers of corpses lay on the ground, piled up around, as if their bodies had been torn apart by some force.

Blood filled the room, covering the entire floor like a dangerous and glaring blood-red carpet.

"It seems... the plan has failed."

At the bar, a handsome man sat cross-legged on a high stool, the crystal glass in his hand reflecting a mesmerizing glow under the lights.

He took a sip of his drink, put down his glass, and turned to look at Li Xia as she walked in. His eyes, which were covered in eyeshadow, were scrutinizing Li Xia with a particular interest.

"I never imagined that anyone could resist the power of RS-012..."

Li Xia scanned the room with his eyes, and without hesitation or time to think, he made a judgment about the situation before him.

It's a very obvious case of murder to silence witnesses, cutting off the trail from here.

The man slowly stood up, looking at Li Xia with interest, and said, "But you're not the same person you used to be. I'm curious, what exactly are you now?"

"Crimson Blood Mist! You are Crimson Blood Mist!"

Douglas's pupils contracted, as if he remembered who the man in front of him was.

He said in a low voice, "Sir, he is a titled hunter, codenamed 'Crimson Blood Mist,' who used to be very famous, but hasn't appeared for a long time."

"I didn't expect anyone to remember me. I thought that after disappearing for so long, everyone had forgotten about me."

The crimson blood mist walked forward and smiled. Suddenly, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a blood-red barrier rose up around them, enveloping them.

Li Xia felt that the surrounding environment seemed to be separated from the world, as if it existed independently outside the world, but he could also vaguely feel this connection.

"Mental barriers!"

Douglas and Reinhardt grew increasingly nervous.

They pushed forward with both hands, creating a light blue barrier in front of them, blocking Li Xia's path.

Information about mental barriers came to mind for Li Xia.

The Mind Barrier is a unique ability of titled hunters, which can be amplified or reduced.

Its strength and extent are positively correlated with the strength of one's own mind: the stronger the barrier, the larger the area it can extend outwards and the greater its strength.

The mental barrier can create an independent zone within its coverage area, weakening the connection between the monsters and aliens and the original world.

They are monsters born from the combination of rules and minds; weakening this connection means their strength will decrease.

Therefore, the extended time is used to hunt isomorphs and monsters.

It can also shrink to its own size to withstand extremely powerful attacks.

But if there are no monsters or anomalies, then there is only one reason for widening the mental barrier:

The titled hunter wanted to shield the battle to prevent its aftermath from spreading.

"The stage is set up..."

The crimson blood mist placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Although you are the weakest titled hunter, you have joined the company and are willing to be its dog."

But as fellow titled hunters... I will still give you the most basic respect.

"Blazing Dark Flame, oh no... you're just called Dark Flame now, aren't you?"

He slowly raised his hand, and a series of brilliant rings condensed on his arm, then quickly flowed down his arm, hovered in front of his arm, solidified and shrunk into an extremely exquisite slender sword.

"Divine preparations...armor!"

The two let out a fearful murmur that sounded almost like a groan.

Although they both possess strength equivalent to a level 5 hunter, the difference between a level 5 hunter and a titled hunter is as vast as an abyss, so large it's almost unbelievable.

A single titled hunter is enough to easily destroy an entire organized expedition consisting of level 5 hunters.

Only when a level 5 hunter resonates strongly with their combat gear, recognizes their own desires, confronts their own heart, and possesses unwavering faith, can they achieve true mastery.

Only then can one liberate their physical armor, unite it with their mind, and generate divine armor.

Title hunters, equipped with divine weaponry, can even wield power that is almost akin to the rules of the game in combat.

Unlike level 5 hunters, who can only use the attributes of their combat gear to fight.

Whether it's physical strength, power, speed, or even spirit, the title hunter represents the pinnacle of everything; the mental barrier possesses the power to reject everything.

If you cannot break the mind of the liberator, you cannot break down his barriers, but divinely armed forces possess destructive power.

If the user's belief cannot be destroyed, then the attack of the divinely armed forces cannot be resisted.

Capable of both offense and defense, that's what makes a title hunter.

Only a title hunter can stand up to a title hunter.

"Come on, unarm yourselves, let me weigh... how much of your faith, your spirit, is left!"

A bloodthirsty smile gradually appeared on the crimson blood mist's face, like a child who couldn't wait to eat a snack.

Li Xia took a step forward:

"You two take good care of yourselves."

He raised his hand, and the silence of the night, along with the intense lightning, coalesced in his palm. The sharpness bestowed by the golden essence gleamed with a cold light capable of piercing through the eyes from afar.

The crimson blood mist's smile suddenly vanished, and he looked at Li Xia and the spear in his hand with suspicion.

Wait a minute, he remembered... Dark Flame's divine equipment... wasn't it two daggers?

What is this gun?

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Chapter 7 Ultimate Fist

Before the crimson blood mist could utter a sound, Li Xia had already charged forward with his spear.

His speed wasn't particularly fast; even Reinhardt and Douglas could clearly see his movements.

Even at such a slow pace, the spear in his hand seemed to possess some kind of magic, as if it could firmly attract one's gaze.

At first glance, the gun's shape is incredibly realistic.

But upon closer inspection, the gun seemed to have a double image.

From the perspective of the "Crimson Blood Mist," everything in front of them seemed to have turned black, leaving only the spear tip with a cold glint rapidly approaching and constantly enlarging.

His pupils suddenly contracted, the smile on his face turned into a ferocious look, and the light on the rapier in his hand flashed as he slashed upwards.

"Ding!"

A sharp, piercing collision sound rang out, followed by a long, drawn-out echo, and surrounding objects and corpses exploded.

The two level-five hunters watching felt as if a drill was drilling into their brains. They writhed in pain, roared, and covered their ears.

It wasn't until the blue light shield held up in his hands covered his entire body that he slowly calmed down.

They were panting heavily, staring at the scene in utter horror.

The tips of the spears of the two men in the arena met perfectly with the blades of their rapiers, and the strange, long cry emanated from the point of impact.

The slender sword he held was still shimmering with the same light that had flowed back and forth.

Is this the power of a title hunter?

Li Xia's gaze was fixed on the crimson blood mist before him; his power... was mediocre.

He held the gun in one hand, then suddenly straightened the barrel, and the gleaming tip slid across the blade, sending a shower of bright, ear-piercing sparks flying.

Then, with a forceful shake, the night seemed to explode with a 'buzz,' and the spear tip instantly split into dozens of afterimages. Suddenly, the spear grew lush branches and leaves, creating shade and producing extremely beautiful silver flowers.

With a sharp shout, the crimson blood mist unleashed its slender sword, which transformed into streaks of flowing silver light that crisscrossed in the air.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding"