A Message, Part One

This guy.

Wei He sized up Qisha with some surprise.

He talked big, but no one yet knew what his actual strength was like.

Though Qisha carried a large amount of Eldest Senior Sister's cellular tissue, reaching the Grandmaster level and beyond was not something pure physical strength could achieve.

Martial experience, spiritual realm, the use and development of one's body—these all greatly affected destructive power in actual combat.

It was like a handgun. Used for shooting and used for smashing someone, the difference in lethality was as vast as heaven and earth.

Even with the same gun, one still had to learn how to fire it.

As for how much of Eldest Senior Sister's strength Qisha truly possessed, that was still impossible to say.

"Let's go." Qisha turned first and headed in one direction.

"To prevent headquarters from shifting its position and changing locations, I'll be traveling a little faster from here on, so..." He turned back and smiled at Wei He.

"If you can't keep up, just say so."

Wei He raised his brows slightly. Couldn't keep up?

Qisha should have received information about him before coming, yet he still dared say something like that.

He really had something to rely on.

"Then I'll be going first." Qisha gave Chris and Della a slight nod. Black smoke exploded beneath his feet.

Boom!!

He vanished from where he stood as though he had teleported.

He was so fast that Ersha and the others could not catch even a trace of him.

Wei He, however, was slightly taken aback.

"Four times the speed of sound? He does have some grounds for his arrogance."

Four times the speed of sound without triggering a sonic boom. It seemed he had used some other auxiliary means.

Wei He thought for a moment, then