chsdbacks Chapter 45 Leapfrog
Chapter 45 Leapfrog
After confirming the information with Yao Xiwei again, Su Changming decided to head directly to that stronghold.
Not long ago, he had asked Ling a question that had puzzled him for a long time.
That is, the Demon Suppression Division, as the official violent agency of the Great New Republic, is backed by the state apparatus and has countless resources.
Why is Yao Xian, the commander of the Shenghai branch, only a seventh-rank military officer?
And now, the so-called mastermind behind it all, Duke Rossi, is only a seventh-rank Nightborn.
How come I've never heard of or seen anyone of the sixth rank or above?
"Is there no one even more powerful in this world? Where have all the legendary masters and immortals gone?"
He remembered that this was how Ling answered.
With the fall of the Great Qian Dynasty and the collapse of the dragon veins, although there are signs of spiritual energy reviving, the shackles of heaven and earth have not yet been fully broken.
In this world, the rules are broken.
The lowest three ranks represent the limit that ordinary people can tolerate.
Under this rule, the seventh-grade Blood Burning Realm is the ceiling of combat power for those walking among mortals.
To break through to the sixth rank is to defy the heavens.
Even if there is a so-called sixth rank, it is nothing more than a pseudo sixth rank, and it is still far from a true sixth rank.
Not only does it have a superficial appearance and cannot be used at will, but it also faces many other restrictions.
"I see……"
When Su Changming heard this statement, he immediately felt reassured.
The ceiling is only grade seven?
This was undoubtedly fantastic news for him!
Although he is currently only at the ninth rank in both martial arts and spirit control.
However, with the support of his dual professions and the solid foundation laid by Ling, he believed that he could even fight against an eighth-rank opponent.
If he were to borrow the power of the bell, he would be fearless even when facing a seventh-grade Blood Burning Realm expert.
Even if you encounter a so-called pseudo-sixth-rank, escaping and saving your life will definitely not be a problem.
That's where his confidence comes from.
Moreover, this stronghold is clearly a small outpost on the periphery, and a seventh-rank expert wouldn't be able to personally oversee it, so he has even less to worry about.
The Shiliupu Wharf, located on the banks of the Huangpu River, is a melting pot of people and gangs.
The air here is thick with the salty smell of the sea and the stench of rotting fish.
Su Changming did not drive the car directly in, but stopped it on a secluded side road about a kilometer away and turned off the headlights.
"You stay in the car and lock the doors and windows."
The cold storage is located in a corner of the dock and is a long-abandoned red brick warehouse.
Although there was a "Under Repair" sign hanging on the door, there were quite a few men with fierce eyes patrolling back and forth.
Unlike the factory in the western suburbs that was full of mutated animals, this place was filled with a large number of humans.
Most of them were dock thugs or gangsters who roamed the underworld.
But upon closer inspection, something seemed off about these people.
Some people have abnormally large arms and grayish skin; some have protruding eyes with bloodshot whites; and some have obvious suture marks on their bodies.
Clearly, this is a group of semi-finished products that have undergone partial modification and whose strength is close to the ninth rank, but have not yet truly entered the rank.
"What are you doing? Didn't you see the sign? Get lost!"
As soon as Su Changming approached, two burly men on guard duty surrounded him, carrying heavy iron rods and barking orders with menacing expressions.
Su Changming stopped and gave a polite smile:
"I'm here to find someone."
"Looking for someone? Are you looking for the King of Hell?"
One of the burly men grinned maliciously and, without saying a word, raised an iron rod and smashed it down on Su Changming's head.
This is a plan to kill them to silence them.
"Truly...the people are so kind and honest."
Su Changming sighed.
"Clang—"
A flash of cold light.
The iron rod that was hurtling down suddenly broke in two in mid-air, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
Immediately afterwards, the burly man clutched his throat, his eyes widened, blood gushed from between his fingers, and he slowly collapsed.
"Enemy attack!!!"
Upon seeing this, another burly man let out a piercing scream.
In an instant.
The once quiet cold storage room was now like a hornet's nest that had been poked.
Dozens of thugs wielding axes, machetes, and modified homemade guns surged out from all corners, rushing towards Su Changming like a tidal wave.
"A lot of people?"
Su Changming's eyes were cold. Instead of retreating, he charged forward into the crowd.
"Perfect, let's test my swordsmanship!"
The Remnant Snow Sword drew deadly silver lines.
At this moment, Su Changming immediately activated his unparalleled mode.
He moved through the crowd with ghostly speed.
Those seemingly fierce, unfinished cyborgs looked like slow-motion scarecrows in his presence.
"Pfft!"
With a single swing of the sword, a spray of blood rained down.
The copper skin and iron bones brought by the ninth-grade skin refining technique allowed him to ignore the scratches from stray bullets and cold weapons, while the super-strong perception of a spirit master allowed him to accurately predict every fatal attack in the chaos.
This is a massacre.
Su Changming fought his way from the main gate to the depths of the cold storage, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs.
"Bang!"
He kicked the last guard away, smashing open the heavy iron door of the cold storage.
The interior of the cold storage was huge and filled with iron hooks.
In the center of the hall, a dozen or so people had already gathered.
The leader was a short, stocky, bald man with a face full of scars.
He was shirtless, revealing his well-defined muscles, and was holding a thick-backed machete. He was grinning menacingly at the intruder.
"You little brat, how dare you cause trouble on your Grandpa Zhang's turf!"
Su Changming's gaze sharpened.
This person is different.
A series of rumbling sounds, like muffled thunder, emanated from his body; it was the sound of his bones vibrating.
Martial arts eighth level·Bone forging realm!
"Finally, someone who can fight has arrived."
Su Changming felt no fear; instead, he felt his blood boiling.
Those previous small fry were too weak; they weren't even worthy of being his warm-up.
The eighth-rank martial artist in front of him, although his realm was one level higher than his, had come at the right time, as what he lacked was experience in life-and-death battles!
"kill!"
The bald, burly man roared, and the concrete beneath his feet instantly cracked.
He charged straight at us, his machete whistling through the air as he cleaved Mount Hua in two!
This strike was so powerful and heavy that it could split even a bull in two.
Su Changming dared not take the blow head-on. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and drifted backward to the side.
"boom!"
The machete cleaved the ground, sending countless fragments of stone flying.
"Where do you think you're going!"
The burly man, undeterred by his superior position, unleashed a relentless barrage of sword strikes, like waves crashing against the Yangtze River.
Su Changming was at a disadvantage.
After all, the difference in cultivation level is undeniable. Although a ninth-grade refined skin cultivator is resilient, he would definitely suffer a loss in a head-on confrontation.
His opponent's bones were harder than steel, and his strength completely overwhelmed him.
But Su Changming has his advantages.
That is God.
With his perception fully activated, the Spirit Master could clearly see every movement of the bald, burly man, and every pre-movement of his muscles.
"left."
Su Changming dodged to the side, barely avoiding the sweeping slash.
"Lower body"
He jumped up to dodge the sweeping leg kick.
The two men darted about in the cold storage, engaging in a fierce battle.
Ten moves, twenty moves, fifty moves...
The bald, burly man grew increasingly terrified as the fight progressed.
This kid is clearly only a ninth-grade Skin Refiner, and his strength is not as good as mine, but his movement is as slippery as an eel, and I can't hit him no matter what!
Moreover, this kid's swordsmanship is too tricky.
Every counterattack targeted his vitals and weak points, forcing him to retreat and defend.
"Damn it! If you've got the guts, go head-to-head with Grandpa!" the big man roared, his breathing becoming rapid.
It's now!
Su Changming, who had been constantly on the move, keenly sensed the sudden disruption in his opponent's aura.
He stopped retreating.
The blood and qi burst forth and flowed entirely into the arms.
"A head-on clash? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"
Su Changming let out a low shout, no longer using skillful force, but holding the sword with both hands, and fiercely slashing down at the mountain-splitting knife!
"Clang—!!"
Swords clashed.
Su Changming felt a violent tremor in his hand, almost causing it to split open.
But the bald, burly man fared even worse.
Although the machete in his hand was heavy, the Remnant Snow Sword, though ordinary in Ling's eyes, was still the sword of a prince of the previous dynasty, a divine weapon forged from ten thousand years of cold iron!
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound, the thick-backed machete snapped in two!
"What?!"
The big man's pupils dilated in shock, his face filled with disbelief.
Before he could react, the sword slashed down, drawing an elegant arc.
"puff--"
Blood splattered.
The bald, burly man clutched his throat, staggered backward, his eyes filled with resentment and terror.
"Wow...such a fast sword..."
"thump."
The body fell to the ground.
Su Changming leaned on his sword, took a few deep breaths, and calmed his turbulent blood.
Successfully defeated a monster of a higher level!