Wang Jixuan seized the initiative with that kick!
The silver-haired old man staggered backward and slammed into the elevator wall!
The two burly men reacted swiftly and immediately reached for their guns, but Wang Jixuan had already thrust both hands forward. Amid sharp, brief whistles through the air, the two thugs clutched their throats and slowly collapsed.
A warning blared in Wang Jixuan's heart!
The silver-haired old man had actually launched a counterattack already, a fist wrapped in a faint cyan-blue glow smashing viciously toward Wang Jixuan's face!
There was no time to duck!
Wang Jixuan tilted his head and leaned aside, barely evading the straight hook thrown at him. Unskilled in close combat, he immediately leaped back to open the distance, flicking three utility knives from his right hand!
The old man pursued with his missed punch, making the elevator tremble back and forth beneath his feet. He made no attempt to dodge the incoming blades, merely raising a hand to shield his face!
The Mottled Qi within the old man was rapidly expanding, and his body began swelling as though being inflated.
The utility knives struck the back of the old man's hand with precision!
There was no spray of blood;
The three utility knives embedded themselves two millimeters deep into his hand before he casually flung them onto the floor.
"Who are you?!"
The old man's voice was like a roaring lion.
Wang Jixuan did not answer. He rapidly retreated around the corner, sending several nuts shooting out with piercing whistles and knocking down the Black Fire Gang thugs who had been holding placards and looking up in his direction.
With no immediate worries behind him, Wang Jixuan turned to face the silver-haired old man charging after him.
The explosive muscles swelling across the old man's upper body had already torn apart his tailored suit!
The bartender, Gu Wending's voice rang out in Wang Jixuan's mind, filled with shock.
"He... he's actually a Psionicist! Black Fire's third-ranking figure is a Psionicist! Oh my god! He's been in the Lower City for over twenty years! Shouldn't he have been fighting those Blade Beasts?!"
So he really was a Psionicist!
This elderly Psionicist was the Black Fire Gang's third-ranking figure he had been seeking, Giant Bone Fish Wen Heisen!
They clashed at close range!
Wang Jixuan lightly clenched his fist, golden light glinting in his eyes. He tapped the ground with his toes and swiftly retreated.
Wen Heisen attacked fiercely with iron fists, like a humanoid rhinoceros. Every punch carried enough force to blast open an alloy door!
Wang Jixuan was not merely dodging. He continuously flung utility knife blades hidden in his sleeves at Wen Heisen.
The Qi flying knives that had been unstoppable against ordinary gang thugs now did little more than scratch Wen Heisen, leaving shallow bloody marks and clear sensations of pain across his body.
"You're courting death! Ah!"
Wen Heisen cursed furiously, his eyes bloodshot and his expression crazed.
It reminded Wang Jixuan of the demonic Dao Body Cultivators recorded in the sect's Ancient Texts, those who cultivated by devouring blood souls.
Facing such a formidable foe for the first time in This Realm, Wang Jixuan's Dao heart was eager to try.
It was as if... he had suddenly found a kindred spirit?
Yes, that was exactly the feeling!
Even though the man before him was a gang boss with countless murders on his hands who dealt in organ transplants, his utterly different nature from ordinary humans filled Wang Jixuan with intense interest!
Wang Jixuan formed a Sword Finger with his left hand and repeatedly pointed forward, while his right hand remained behind his back.
[Low-Level Movement Technique: Wind Riding Art]!
The powerful air currents generated by Wen Heisen's punches became something Wang Jixuan could borrow. He dispersed the breath in his dantian throughout his body, relaxing every muscle. His body became like a feather, swaying from side to side on the force of the punching wind.
After missing more than a dozen punches in a row, Wen Heisen was beside himself with rage!
Yet Wang Jixuan grew increasingly calm, having more or less gauged his opponent's strength.
He was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of raw power.
Though the Qi within this Psionicist was mottled and impure, its total quantity was comparable to that of a cultivator at the third Foundation Establishment realm, Returning to Truth.
In Wang Jixuan's original world, cultivation was divided into four major realms: Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Ascension. Each realm had further divisions. Foundation Establishment had four stages, Golden Core and Nascent Soul each had three, Ascension had only two, and the final realm was Mahayana.
As a former Mahayana Stage Cultivator, Wang Jixuan's judgment was generally reliable.
Though Wen Heisen possessed a great deal of Qi, it was extremely mottled—more chaotic and mixed than even the hastily trained demonic cultivators boosted by pills, the Soul Devouring Art, and Dual Cultivation Methods.
Moreover, this silver-haired old man did not know how to use the Qi inside his body.
Was this what Psionicists were like?
No techniques, no arts—only forcibly driving the Qi in their bodies to reinforce themselves. Such brutal reinforcement itself damaged and harmed the body, and likely even reduced Lifespan.
They really are rather crude.
As Wang Jixuan inwardly lamented, Wen Heisen was already on the brink of total fury.
He had thrown thirty-six punches in succession! He had chased Wang Jixuan around more than half of the second-floor circular corridor!
Yet he had not even managed to touch the young man's clothes!
Seven or eight of Wen Heisen's trusted subordinates rushed out from rooms connected to the circular corridor. Before they could raise their guns, however, their throat cartilage was shattered by speeding nuts.
Only then did Wen Heisen realize that this slippery young man was toying with him!
That calm gaze made him feel profoundly humiliated!
"Ah!"
Wen Heisen's skin suddenly turned blood-red!
Wang Jixuan drifted to a stop. At some point, the right hand that had remained behind his back had gripped a standard-caliber pistol.
Wen Heisen took a heavy step forward. His feet, swollen to twice their size, burst through his leather shoes and left distinct depressions in the concrete floor!
He bent his knees and lunged!
Wen Heisen became a human cannonball, blasting straight at Wang Jixuan with a sonic boom!
Wang Jixuan had anticipated it. The four Divine Movement Talismans attached to the inside of his trousers lit up at once. He darted two steps to the left, then smoothly spun half a circle around an axis from toe to crown.
Wen Heisen brushed past him and crashed through the one-meter-high reinforced glass behind him!
Wang Jixuan's calculation of Giant Bone Fish's charge angle had been perfect.
He had actually realized earlier:
When his cultivation arts were combined with the powerful firearms of This Realm, it would become a certain kill!
Now he could finally say it:
Fellow Daoist, the times have changed!
Wang Jixuan raised his pistol, a calm smile appearing on his lips as he pulled the trigger repeatedly!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amid the erupting muzzle flashes, six bullets shot in succession toward Wen Heisen's back and the back of his head...
Huh?
Wang Jixuan froze for a moment. He saw... six distinct dents appear across Wen Heisen's back and skull, yet no blood emerged from them.
Wen Heisen resembled a blood-red bear. He violently shook his body, and the six bullet heads were almost simultaneously forced out, clattering crisply across the floor.
No way!
They could not penetrate him even at this range?
Ding!
The elevator opened nearby. Wang Jixuan keenly detected at least ten Black Fire Gang gunmen rushing into the circular corridor.
Expressionless, Wang Jixuan stared at Wen Heisen. The latter turned his head and glared furiously at him before roaring and pouncing again.
Wang Jixuan gave a faint snort through his nose, swung the pistol horizontally, and lunged forward, actually intending to meet Wen Heisen head-on.
Just before he collided with Wen Heisen!
The Qi around Wang Jixuan's body trembled, and he suddenly flipped upward, narrowly avoiding Wen Heisen's sweeping arm. His right hand formed a Sword Finger and jabbed toward Wen Heisen's forehead.
Wen Heisen did not realize he had fallen for the trap. He did not evade with his forehead, intending to smash Wang Jixuan's fingers apart directly.
Wang Jixuan's right hand suddenly twitched. A three-centimeter utility blade appeared between his Sword Fingers. He rapidly swept it toward Wen Heisen's right eye, then Flicked it lightly.
Caught off guard, Wen Heisen instinctively shut his eyes. A deep cut appeared across his right eyelid, and the blade was driven into his right eyeball. The agonizing pain made him scream uncontrollably!
"My eye! My eye!"
Wang Jixuan moved as smoothly as flowing clouds and water. His left hand had already pressed against Wen Heisen's back!
With a twist of his left fingertips, a stack of paper talismans spread open like a folding fan and stuck to Wen Heisen's back over his heart. He borrowed the force at the same time, shooting toward the shattered window.
The Black Fire Gang thugs who had rushed nearby with rifles saw only an afterimage leaping past the window.
They fired one after another, but that figure had already vanished into the darkness.
Their gazes were instinctively drawn to that muscular, sinewy man...
Wen Heisen's hatred and rage intensified as he turned around to search for Wang Jixuan.
Sss! Sss! Sss!
The stack of spread talismans on his back, amid the fleshy protrusions, trembled lightly. The sigil patterns upon them shone at once!
Boom!
Wang Jixuan, crouching low as he raced across the rooftops, turned back and saw Wen Heisen blasted forward onto the ground. He secretly clicked his tongue.
There was no sight of torn flesh;
Even that had failed to break through the man's thick skin?
Wang Jixuan raised an eyebrow, touched the now-empty pocket inside his jacket, and without the slightest hesitation sprinted at full speed toward the edge of Black Fire Gang territory.
Infinite Venerable One.
What exactly was going on with Psionicists?
Why did they seem like monster-men assimilated by demon beasts?
Where did that Mottled Qi come from?
Of course, what Wang Jixuan cared about most was...
Could the method that produced this Qi be used for his own cultivation?
"This world is becoming more and more interesting."
A hint of a smile appeared on Wang Jixuan's lips, and delight rippled through his Dao heart. If he could have avoided exposing his trail, he would have wanted to howl into the sky, sing aloud, and laugh as he ascended the clouds!
Just as he was about to leave Black Fire Gang territory, he suddenly remembered something and immediately came to a stop.
What was he going to do next?
Find a place to cultivate, replenish his talismans, and figure out how to make some magic artifacts capable of piercing the flesh of Psionicists like this.
He already had some idea what kind of magic artifact to make. He merely needed to find some high-quality Blade Beast bones.
Getting all that done in the Lower City will probably require some money. This Daoist cannot keep raiding the medical supplies on the thirteenth floor; those are meant to save ordinary people's lives.
After thinking briefly, he reached into his upper pocket and pressed the Soul-Capturing Talisman, hearing Gu Wending muttering in his mind.
"He's a Psionicist—maybe even a D-Class Psionicist. No wonder they've always obeyed the 13th Institute without question. He's the 13th Institute's Psionicist... damn it, he hid it from us for over twenty years... Why didn't he transform during the previous gang war?!"
"The bartender?" Wang Jixuan asked softly.
"Y-you, what do you want?" Gu Wending cried shakily. "Please, don't kill me. Let me find a body and keep living!"
"You should have plenty of savings, and you know about some secret areas where the Black Fire Gang hides supplies, correct? I can spend some spiritual power to extend your life by another three days. All you need to do is pay a small price."
Daoist Wang spoke gently as he lightly rubbed his right thumb against his index and middle fingers.
This method was called "salesmanship." He had seen similar experiences in Mu Liang's memories.
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