Realm-Hopping Martial Master

It began to feel easy.

For these martial artists, joining the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo had been a decision they'd weighed with utmost care. Every single one of them understood the dojo master's power! Even if they were armed with handguns, they were no match for the dojo master. How could this man, of similar age to them, withstand a fierce strike from Master Makita?

"Help... help... me, get up..." Nozama Yuuta's voice rang out. He wanted to see for himself how this man was being slaughtered by his own teacher.

However, as he was being helped up by the apprentices, his gaze sharpened. He saw the same familiar kick. Exactly the same. The man's stance had not moved at all.

Just that one kick.

In his eyes, his powerful, insurmountable teacher bent over like a severely injured shrimp. Then, the man slapped down with his palm, and the teacher's spine, capable of supporting tens of thousands of pounds, broke apart segment by segment!

The crisp sound was extremely clear in the night.

"Is this your dojo master, one of Fusang's top ten Grandmasters?"

"Mere ants?"

Jiang Shu stepped on Makita Haruhiko. The True Strength permeated Makita Haruhiko's body, shattering all of his bones and meridians.

Grandmaster? In Jiang Shu's eyes now, ordinary Grandmasters were no different from Martial Artists with Dark Force!

The surroundings were utterly silent, save for the sound of the wind blowing. No one had expected such an outcome. Years of belief crumbled in an instant! All the apprentice Martial Artists stared blankly, utterly dejected.

"Don't move!"

The command in the Fusang language came from afar, followed by a wave of rapidly approaching, orderly footsteps. The Fusang guard squad had responded quickly, each guard wielding a rifle and aiming at Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu's actions at the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo had already been recorded by bystanders. Some posted it online. Others called the police directly.

"This is a Grandmaster from Xia Country... kill him now! AH!" Makita Haruhiko shouted with all his strength.

CRACK.

Jiang Shu, unconcerned, stepped down. Intense pain spread throughout Makita Haruhiko's body.

He had, of course, noticed everything about the bystanders around him. However, upon arriving in Fusang, he had never intended to maintain a low profile! Hiding his face was merely for easier entry!

"Shoot!"

The eyes of the guard squad captain flashed. At this moment, he couldn't see who the man was stepping on. But as long as the man's identity was confirmed as a Xia Country Grandmaster, killing him would be a meritorious act, free of any blame! Even the strongest Grandmaster would fear bullets! Grandmasters had immense strength, but they couldn't withstand bullets with their flesh alone. Furthermore, his own guard squad was even equipped with a sniper. With enough preparation, any Grandmaster who came would die!

The captain's words had barely finished.

BANG.

Ten rifles roared, firing at Jiang Shu.

Amid the pedestrians covering their ears and shielding their eyes, Jiang Shu's body did not move at all. The Four Symbols True Strength circulated within him.

With just a simple extension of his hand, that hand, possessing immense suction, miraculously captured all the bullets shot at him. Ten bullets lay quietly in his palm, as if they had not been fired from a gun, as if they had always been right beside Jiang Shu.

"Is this the level of your Fusang firearms?" Jiang Shu stood with his hands behind his back.

A Fusang Grandmaster? Guard squad firearms? For an ordinary Xia Country Grandmaster, perhaps this was an inescapable death trap. But for him, this intensity was far from sufficient! He had suppressed his White Tiger True Strength, not breaking through within Xia Country's borders, precisely because he wanted to do so within Fusang territory. He wanted to cultivate a truly Supreme killing intent! To truly push the White Tiger True Strength to Great Success! Such a weak Grandmaster. Such a weak guard squad. How could his killing intent ever fiercely burst forth!

SWOOSH.

Jiang Shu had just spoken when a very faint rush of air shot out from the second floor of a nearby civilian house.

That was a blind spot in his vision, but it didn't mean he hadn't been paying attention.

Jiang Shu flipped his palm, and the ten bullets levitated in mid-air. He flicked them one by one with his fingers, his movements so fast they created afterimages. The last eight bullets broke through the air, directly entering the foreheads of the guard squad members. The first two bullets, however, reversed direction, shooting rapidly backward.

One exploded in mid-air against a specially made bullet. The tremendous explosion bombed half of the nearby civilian house, shattering glass, collapsing half the building, and igniting flames. The other pierced with unmatched precision into the sniper's throat.

Observing the squad captain, who could no longer speak, and the two remaining guards, who were shaking with fear and had wet themselves, Jiang Shu's internal White Tiger True Strength circulated repeatedly. He focused his voice into a piercing line that then exploded directly in the ears of the three men. "Keep calling people!"