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"Zhao!"

Upon seeing the man in the suit being pierced through the abdomen by the long saber, the armed crowd in the warehouse area gasped in shock.

At this moment, as Xue Jing was too close to the man in the suit, the crowd was afraid of injuring him by mistake, and did not dare to shoot, only able to freeze in place.

"Cough—"

It seemed that the lung was hit by the stab through the abdomen, and the man in the suit couldn't help but cough up blood. He tightly grasped the blade of the saber with his uninjured hand, glaring at Xue Jing:

"How could you be so strong!?"

According to what the junior brother Li Chengxuan had said, this person's strength was supposed to be about the same as his.

The Hidden Dragon School's martial arts did not specialize in sword skills. So how could this person unleash such an exaggerated and terrifying strike?

Saber Qi... even those experts who had immersed themselves in the way of the saber for decades might not be able to master it. How could this kid, still wet behind the ears, achieve this?

Damn, had he known that this person's sword skills were so powerful, he would never have confronted him empty-handed. One false move and all was lost...

Xue Jing did not respond, his silver Divinity Twin Lifes eyes clearly reflecting the figure of the man in the suit, looking as dismissive as if he were watching an ant.

"Crack—"

Power flowed into the blade, and with a twist of the wrist holding the handle, he directly forced the man in the suit's hand off the blade.

Then the long saber was slashed to the side.

"Swish—"

The sharp blade, filled with Power, sliced through flesh and bone, cutting from the center of the abdomen to the right side, creating a wound akin to "seppuku," nearly severing the man in half.

"Ahh!!"

The man in the suit screamed in agony, falling to his knees with his hands over his stomach, but the large wound still let intestines and internal organs spill out uncontrollably.

"Zhao!"

The distant armed crowd, seeing this, were terrified.

Zhao was defeated so easily...

One of them, unable to restrain himself, instinctively fired at Xue Jing.

"Bang!"

With the first gunshot, several others instinctively followed suit and pulled their triggers.

As the sound of gunfire continued, a bandwagon effect erupted, and everyone raised their guns.

"Bang bang bang bang—"

Seeing countless steel bullets heading towards him, Xue Jing thought quickly and activated "Twin Instinct."

He no longer used his eyes to see, but instead completely surrendered control of his body to his instincts, allowing intuition to lead and dictate his movements.

Retreat, bound left, move right...

Meanwhile, his Crouching Rabbit sword kept swinging, blocking and occasionally splitting bullets in half that then fell to the ground, making clang sounds everywhere.

He was unharmed in the barrage of bullets, dodging or cutting down the dense rain of bullets, moving effortlessly as if dancing.

"How is this possible!?"

The crowd was dumbfounded.

"Interesting, this is the double 'Instinctive Intuition'..."

In the midst of the gunfire, Xue Jing even closed his eyes.

It was as if, when a sharp blade approached a common person's neck, even if unnoticed, the body would instinctively feel a surge of danger, causing hairs to stand and scalp to tingle.

This was an avoidance instinct for danger, buried deep within the genes.

Martial Artists, through daily practice and combat, develop and train their bodies, enhancing this avoidance instinct far beyond that of ordinary people; dodging a bullet or two was not a problem.

Now, Xue Jing had activated Twin Life, doubling the strength of these instincts, allowing him to even clearly sense the 'direction' of incoming danger.

This was a feeling indescribable by the Five Senses, only describable as 'inexplicably' aware.

Each bullet was a line radiating danger, and his body would instinctively dodge these lines; the next moment, bullets would indeed follow those lines.

Sometimes, because there were too many 'lines' at once, he would dodge some and block or cut down others with his sword.

"Bang bang bang bang—"

As the floor tiles shattered and the metal railing bent and dented, hundreds of bullets rained down like torrential rain, yet none could touch his body.

While dodging and cutting bullets, Xue Jing started moving towards the armed crowd in the warehouse area.

He kicked off the ground, leaping into the air, landed on one wall, jumped off it to another wall.

The stream of bullets tightly followed his figure, but they could never actually reach him.

In such a manner, he quickly moved back and forth between the surrounding buildings, swiftly closing in on the warehouse area.

Seeing that terrifying figure, almost non-human, approaching, the armed crowd suddenly panicked.

"You... don't come any closer!!"

"What do we do!?"

"Shoot, keep shooting, don't stop, the closer he gets the harder it is for him to dodge!!"

"Swoosh—"

A flash of silver-white saber light passed, and the young man in the front holding a handgun stopped pulling the trigger, his body from the left shoulder to the right waist split diagonally, the upper section slowly sliding off.

Blood and organs scattered everywhere, his body was cut in two.

As the first victim fell, several more flashes of silver-white saber light followed.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

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Several more were dismembered, limbs and arms scattered everywhere, fresh blood flowed continuously from the bodies, soon turning the ground red.

The saber light did not stop, and the number of severed bodies kept increasing.

"Monster!"

"Run!!"

Seeing their companions' gruesome fate, many in the already terrified crowd were completely overpowered by fear, breaking down, dropping their firearms, and turning to run as far away from Xue Jing as they could, wishing they had more legs.

"Damn it!"

The bald man leading them cursed.