Wang Jixuan took the first move!
The old man with silver hair stumbled back and hit the elevator wall!
Two strong men reacted quickly and were about to draw their guns, but Wang Jixuan already moved his hands forward. In a rush, the sound of air slicing through could be heard as the two thugs clutched their necks and slowly fell down.
Wang Jixuan felt a strong warning in his heart!
That silver-haired old man was already counterattacking, his fist wrapped in a blue-green glow aimed straight at Wang Jixuan's face!
There was no time to duck!
Wang Jixuan tilted his head and body, barely dodging the incoming punch. Not good at close combat, he immediately chose to jump back to create distance and threw out three utility knives with his right hand!
The old man missed his punch and chased after Wang Jixuan, causing the elevator to shake as he stomped. Facing the flying blades, he showed no sign of evasion, simply raising his hand to protect his face!
The strange aura within the old man was rapidly expanding, making his body swell up like a balloon.
The utility knives hit the back of the old man's hand!
There was no splatter of blood;
The three knives embedded themselves two millimeters deep into his hand, which he casually flicked off to the ground.
"Who are you!"
The old man's voice roared like a lion.
Wang Jixuan didn't answer. He quickly retreated around a corner, sending several nuts flying with a whoosh, taking down the black fire gang thugs who had looked up at the commotion.
With no worries from behind, Wang Jixuan turned to face the charging silver-haired old man.
The old man's upper body was swelling with explosive muscles, tearing his custom suit apart!
The voice of ‘Bartender’ Gu Wentang echoed in Wang Jixuan's mind, filled with shock.
"He, he is a spiritual user! Our Black Fire's number three is a spiritual user! Oh my! He has been in the lower city for over twenty years! Shouldn't he be fighting those blade beasts?!"
Indeed, he was a spiritual user!
This old spiritual user was the person Wang Jixuan was looking for, the number three of the Black Fire gang, ‘Giant Bone Fish’ Wen Heisen!
As they clashed!
Wang Jixuan clenched his fist slightly, his eyes shining with golden light. He tapped the ground and quickly retreated.
Wen Heisen swung his iron fist with great force, like a humanoid rhinoceros, his punch powerful enough to break through a metal door!
Wang Jixuan didn’t just dodge; he kept throwing the utility knife blades hidden in his sleeves at Wen Heisen.
Against ordinary thugs, his ‘Air Blade’ technique was effective, but now it only left shallow cuts and clear pain on Wen Heisen.
"You’re looking for death! Ah!"
Wen Heisen cursed loudly, his eyes blood-red and his expression wild.
This reminded Wang Jixuan of the records in the books about the demonic body cultivators who devour blood souls.
Facing such a strong enemy for the first time, Wang Jixuan felt his heart racing with excitement.
It was as if he had found a kindred spirit?
Yes, that was the feeling!
Even though the person in front of him was a ruthless gangster involved in organ trafficking, the qualities he displayed, so different from ordinary humans, sparked a strong interest in Wang Jixuan!
Wang Jixuan raised his left hand in a sword gesture, pointing forward continuously, while his right hand was behind his back.
[Low-Level Movement Technique: Wind Riding Technique]!
The strong airflow from Wen Heisen's punches became a force for Wang Jixuan to leverage. He spread the energy from his dantian throughout his body, his muscles relaxing as he floated like a feather, swaying left and right with the punch's wind.
After a series of missed punches, Wen Heisen was now furious!
But Wang Jixuan remained calm, having roughly estimated his opponent's strength.
In terms of power, he was at a clear disadvantage.
Though the aura within this spiritual user was mixed and impure, its total amount was comparable to a third-level foundation-building cultivator.
In Wang Jixuan's original world, cultivation was divided into four major realms—Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Ascension. Each realm had its own subdivisions, with Foundation Building having four levels, Golden Core and Nascent Soul three levels each, and Ascension only two levels, with the final realm being Great Ascension.
As a former Great Ascension cultivator, Wang Jixuan's judgment was generally reliable.
Though Wen Heisen had a lot of energy, it was very chaotic, even more so than those hastily cultivated demonic cultivators who used pills and soul-devouring techniques.
Moreover, this silver-haired old man didn't know how to properly use the energy within him.
Was this what a spiritual user was like?
No techniques, no spells, just forcibly activating the energy within to enhance his body. This crude enhancement was damaging and harmful to his body, likely shortening his lifespan.
‘He really is not someone to be taken lightly.’
Wang Jixuan thought to himself as Wen Heisen was on the verge of exploding with rage.
He had thrown thirty-six punches in a row! He had chased Wang Jixuan halfway around the second-floor circular corridor!
Yet he couldn't even touch the hem of this young man's clothes!
Seven or eight of Wen Heisen's trusted subordinates burst out from a room connected to the circular corridor, but before they could raise their guns, the flying nuts shattered their throats.
Only then did Wen Heisen realize he was being toyed with by this slippery young man!
The calm gaze of this young man filled him with humiliation!
"Ah!"
Wen Heisen's skin suddenly turned blood-red!
Wang Jixuan, who had been floating down, didn't know when he had gripped a standard-caliber handgun with his right hand behind his back.
Wen Heisen stomped forward, his feet swelling up two sizes and bursting his shoes, leaving a noticeable dent in the concrete floor!
Bending his legs, he lunged forward!
Wen Heisen's body shot toward Wang Jixuan like a human cannonball with a loud bang!
Wang Jixuan had anticipated this, and the four movement talismans stuck to the inside of his pants lit up simultaneously. He darted two steps to the left and spun gracefully half a turn from his toes to his head.
Wen Heisen brushed past him, crashing through a one-meter-high reinforced glass!
Wang Jixuan had calculated the angle of the ‘Giant Bone Fish’ charge perfectly.
He had known all along:
When his cultivation techniques combined with the powerful firearms of this world, it would lead to a sure kill!
Now he could say:
"Friend, times have changed!"
Wang Jixuan raised his gun, a calm smile on his face, and his finger squeezed the trigger repeatedly!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the burst of gunfire, six bullets shot toward Wen Heisen's back and the back of his head...
Huh?
Wang Jixuan paused, because he saw... six clear dents appearing on Wen Heisen's back and head, but no blood splattered out.
Wen Heisen shook his body like a blood-red bear, and the six bullets were almost simultaneously ejected, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
No way!
Not even able to penetrate from this close?
Ding!
The sound of the elevator opening came from the side, and Wang Jixuan keenly sensed at least ten Black Fire gang shooters rushing into the circular corridor.
Wang Jixuan stared expressionlessly at Wen Heisen, who turned to glare at him with anger, roaring as he lunged again.
Wang Jixuan snorted lightly, swinging the handgun and leaping forward, actually intending to confront Wen Heisen head-on.
At the moment they were about to collide!
Wang Jixuan's aura trembled, and he suddenly rolled upwards, narrowly avoiding Wen Heisen's sweeping arm. His right hand formed a sword gesture, pointing at Wen Heisen's forehead.
Wen Heisen didn’t realize he was being tricked, his forehead unflinching, ready to smash Wang Jixuan's finger.
Wang Jixuan's right hand suddenly shook, and a three-centimeter-long utility knife blade appeared between his fingers, swiftly sliding toward Wen Heisen's right eye, flicking it lightly.
Wen Heisen was caught off guard, instinctively closing his eyes. A deep scratch appeared on his eyelid, and the blade pushed into his right eyeball, causing him unbearable pain as he screamed!
"My eye! My eye!"
Wang Jixuan's movements were smooth as water, his left hand pressing against Wen Heisen's back!
With a flick of his left hand, a stack of paper talismans opened like a folding fan, sticking to Wen Heisen's back. He borrowed the force to propel himself toward the broken window.
The nearby Black Fire gang thugs, holding rifles, only saw a shadow jumping out of the window.
They opened fire one after another, but that shadow had already vanished into the darkness.
Their gazes were instinctively drawn to the muscular man...
Wen Heisen was filled with rage, turning to search for Wang Jixuan's figure.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The paper talismans on his back, covered in flesh, trembled slightly, the runes glowing brightly!
Boom!
...
Wang Jixuan, rushing low on the rooftop, turned to see Wen Heisen blown forward, and he couldn't help but be amazed.
There was no scene of flesh being torn;
Wasn't this enough to break through his thick skin?
Wang Jixuan raised an eyebrow, feeling the emptiness in his jacket pocket. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the outskirts of the Black Fire gang's territory.
What the hell is going on with spiritual users?
Why do they feel like they have been assimilated by beast spirits?
Where did that mixed aura come from?
Of course, what Wang Jixuan was most concerned about was...
Could he use the method of producing that aura for his own cultivation?
"This world is getting more interesting."
A smile appeared on Wang Jixuan's face as his heart felt a sense of joy. If he didn't have to hide his whereabouts, he would want to howl and laugh out loud!
Just as he was about to leave the Black Fire gang's territory, he suddenly remembered something and stopped.
What was he going to do next?
Find a place to cultivate, replenish his talismans, and figure out how to make some tools that could penetrate the skin of these spiritual users.
He already had an idea of what type of tools he needed; he just needed to find some high-quality blade beast bones.
‘Doing this in the lower city will require some money. I can't keep taking medical supplies from the thirteenth floor; those are for saving ordinary people.’
He thought for a moment, then reached into his jacket pocket and pressed the soul-capturing talisman, hearing Gu Wentang's voice in his mind.
"He is actually a spiritual user, possibly a D-Class spiritual user. No wonder they have always obeyed the thirteenth; he is the spiritual user of the thirteenth... Damn it, he has hidden this from us for over twenty years... Why didn’t he transform during the previous fight!"
Wang Jixuan asked softly, "Bartender?"
"What do you want to do?" Gu Wentang shouted nervously, "Please, don’t kill me! Let me find a body to live on!"
"You should have a lot of savings and know some secret areas where the Black Fire gang hides supplies, right? I can use some spiritual power to help you extend your life for three more days, but you’ll need to pay a small price."
Wang Daolong spoke gently, rubbing his thumb against his index and middle fingers.
This method was called ‘salesmanship’; he had seen a similar experience in Mu Liang's memories.
(End of Chapter)