Emerging Out of Nowhere?

In the surveillance room.

The monitors kept going black one after another. Yet in those fleeting glimpses, they could still see Shi Tiexin charging through everything in his path, unstoppable.

The Executive Officer's face turned livid. He watched his elite soldiers rush forward, then watched a squad sergeant's head get pierced through in an instant by a thrown Katana, sending him flying backward to be nailed dead against the wall.

He also saw Shi Tiexin crash into the formation like a boulder. Soldiers on every side shouted, "Kill him!" as they thrust their bayonets at Shi Tiexin from all directions.

But Shi Tiexin spun nimbly in a circle, as though some magical force had muddled everyone's judgment. All those bayonets stabbed crookedly and askew. It was not merely a matter of poor aim—some struck their own comrades with ruthless accuracy.

Fist before palm, left elbow and right fingers—on the screen, Shi Tiexin threw out layered barrages of punches like an eight-armed Vajra, his fists leaving phantom afterimages. In the relatively narrow corridor, there was simply no way to evade the shadows of his blows.

The soldiers he hit went madly firing at their own comrades like fools. Their Type 38 rifles smoked at the muzzles, gunshots crashing together in a continuous barrage. Every shot grazed past Shi Tiexin's twisting, swaying body and struck their own people instead.

The Executive Officer calculated that this was already the fifty-fourth new-model soldier to die at Shi Tiexin's hands.

As for those old stock units being cleared from inventory...

Thud!

Shi Tiexin flipped around and kicked. That especially sturdy heavily armored old-stock unit flew backward stiffly as though made of paper, a strange smile still on his face, and crashed down beside the sergeant with a bang.

He struggled to rise, but a large