'Gale Sword' Ning Ze

Inside a luxurious residence in the main urban district of the Base City.

Wang Xing'an sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression. Beside him was a beautiful young woman who looked timid and frightened.

A balding man in a suit stood nearby. He did not even dare raise his head, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

He had only come to ask Wang Xing'an to sign a company document. Unexpectedly, after his Communication Watch rang six times in succession, Wang Xing'an's expression changed drastically. He could only pretend not to know anything. Knowing too much could cost him his life.

Wang Xing'an's venomous eyes were filled with thought. Six people died at almost the same time. What did they encounter? An Advanced Lord?

No, if they encountered an Advanced Lord, would they not know to run? At the very least, they could have sent me a message. Now even their Communication Watches are broken! They can't be located at all. This looks like someone's doing.

But even if they had warriors protecting them, they couldn't have been killed instantly. Not even a Mental Master could do that. It can't possibly have been a War God protecting them. Even I don't have a War God as a bodyguard. How strange!

After thinking it over, Wang Xing'an still could not figure out what had happened. He turned his head and snorted. "Get out!"

"Yes!"

The balding middle-aged man hurriedly turned and rushed outside. Agents like them were just hired hands. He did not dare provoke Wang Xing'an.

Wang Xing'an dialed a number. Without another word, he ordered, "If those two people who came to my villa two days ago return to the Base City, contact me immediately!" Then he hung up.

He did not believe Ning Ze had done this, nor did he know he had already been exposed, so he did not take it to heart at all.

When the time came, he would find out what had happened.

After handling the matter, Wang Xing'an turned back with a broad smile. He wrapped an arm around the young beauty's waist and pulled her close, saying gently, "Don't be afraid. Let's go upstairs and play a game."

With that, he directly picked her up and headed toward the stairs.

The sweet-looking young beauty curled up against his chest and felt much more at ease, completely unaware of how dangerous Wang Xing'an was.

Two days later.

A team of warriors entered from outside. Two of them carried a simple wooden stretcher covered by a white sheet. The sheet bulged over a vaguely human-shaped form.

Their expressions were sorrowful, and no one spoke. Death was not uncommon for warriors. All they could do was observe a moment of silence.

After leaving the city gate, one of the warriors bent over the white sheet. Seeing no one nearby, he whispered through it, "We're inside the city. Where do we go next?"

Under the sheet, Hong Quan lay perfectly atop another warrior's body and quietly replied, "Limitless Martial Arts School. Give me a cloak while we're in the car."

The Underground Alliance's business stretched across the entire world. With such immense power, ordinary people feared it like a tiger.

Even if Wang Xing'an was merely a young master from a family, he was not someone an Advanced Warlord like Hong Quan could afford to offend. This time, six Advanced Warlords had accompanied him. Who knew how many stronger experts he had under his command?

He could not confront them head-on, so he could only do his best to avoid them.

This was the best method Hong Quan could think of: pretend to be dead and enter the city. No matter how powerful the Wang Family was, after he had discarded his Communication Watch and other electronic products, no one would know that he was lying inside.

As long as he entered the city and joined one of the two major martial arts schools, even the Wang Family would be unable to touch him.

"That works, but when are you giving us the money?" the warrior asked with a frown.

"Two hundred million. I'll definitely transfer it to you today. We have recordings, after all. I, Hong Quan, am not so low as to cheat people."

"Fine!"

The warrior agreed immediately. Warriors cared about their reputation, and the money would certainly be transferred. Still, he asked uneasily, "Who exactly did you offend?"

"You'd best not ask what you shouldn't. You've already brought me into the city, so you can be considered to have helped me. Once we arrive, I'll tell you."

Twenty minutes later.

A cloaked figure met with Head Hall Master Wu Tong.

Hong Quan took off his cloak and said his first words. "Head Hall Master, I want to join Limitless Martial Arts School as an instructor. I want to live in Bright Moon Residential Area."

Wu Tong's expression was quite something. So Hong Quan had come to Limitless Martial Arts School to seek refuge?

Considering Hong Quan's Advanced Warlord strength, he agreed.

After their meeting, Hong Quan quietly brought his family, traveling light, to Bright Moon Residential Area. Only then did he finally let out a breath of relief.

There had once been someone who, out of hatred, killed every relative of an enemy in a warrior residential area.

At the time, every warrior had been enraged. That War God Level warrior had known how serious the matter was and fled into the Wilderness Area, but with Hong, the World's Strongest, personally leading the pursuit, who could escape?

Warriors' families were a warrior's taboo. As long as one lived in the residential areas of the two major martial arts schools, a certain degree of safety was guaranteed—unless someone was willing to trade life for life.

"What exactly happened?" a middle-aged woman asked anxiously.

"Don't ask. Let's go inside first." Hong Quan hurriedly led them into the residential area.

Not long after arriving at their new home, Hong Quan logged into his account on the newly purchased Warrior Watch. Immediately afterward, a communication request came through.

His expression changed. He headed to the Audio-Visual Room on the second floor, locked the door behind him, and only then chose to answer.

A projection appeared on the wall.

Wang Xing'an studied Hong Quan with a faint smile. "You're quite interesting. You actually managed to sneak into the city and join Limitless Martial Arts School. It seems you know who I am. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Hong Quan studied Wang Xing'an as well. Even when this man smiled, there was something gloomy about him. His mind struggled for a moment, but when he recalled the flash of silvery-white sword light in that mall, his mood calmed.

"I followed them to City No. 003 to find a group of people..."

"Find whom?" Wang Xing'an asked with a playful expression.

Hong Quan shook his head. "I don't know. We were just following the signal. Zhai Yanko never said anything along the way."

"Hmph."

Wang Xing'an snorted. "Continue."

"We followed the signal, but discovered something strange. Whenever we were about to reach the target, the monsters ahead would suddenly riot. We had no choice but to retreat, and our distance from the target grew farther. It was the same for two days straight. Even when we pursued them at night, we encountered the same bizarre phenomenon. They kept moving."

"Two days ago, we chose not to follow so closely for the first time. We never expected to suddenly suffer an electric attack from monsters. The seven of them were too close together and were instantly shocked numb. I was farther away and chose to retreat quickly. Not long after, a Lord-level Purple-striped Electric Eel emerged from the river. All seven of them were killed. Because I fled quickly, that Purple-Gold Flood Dragon did not choose to pursue me."

"Mhm. Nicely made up." Wang Xing'an casually commented, his face turning grim. "Are you sure you want to lie to me?"

"I wouldn't dare." Hong Quan appeared extremely humble, yet he still looked like he was telling the truth.

"Hehe! Very good!"

"Bzzzt!"

Wang Xing'an could not be bothered to say more. It would not be too late to question the Warfire Squad once they returned. At that time, none of these people would escape.

Inside the Audio-Visual Room, Hong Quan frowned tightly. He had originally intended to report the truth to Wang Xing'an directly, but on the way back, he suddenly came to his senses. If he offended the Wang Family, at worst he would spend the rest of his life hiding in a warrior residential area.

But if he offended Ning Ze, he did not dare imagine the consequences. To possess the strength of a War God after only four months was simply too terrifying.

Once this young man became an existence Beyond War God, what the hell would the Wang Family amount to?

Ning Ze already possessed War God Level strength, and he had even concealed the fact that he was a Mental Master!

Hong Quan did not know whether Wang Xing'an could command a War God, but as long as he concealed Ning Ze's information for now, Ning Ze would definitely seek revenge once he grew stronger. The Wang Family's crisis would naturally be resolved. Hong Quan would not need to involve himself in the struggle between the two.

The only thing he worried about was...

Will he really let me go?

At that thought, Hong Quan's expression darkened. He had provided some valuable information, but he really had gone after Ning Ze and his group before.

He thought of Ning Ze's expressionless face, of how he had killed six people in an instant without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, no different from when he killed monsters.

Even because they wore Series 7 Combat Suits and were somewhat troublesome to kill, Ning Ze had simply chosen to behead them!

Would someone like that spare him?

"Ah..."

Early morning.

City No. 003.

At an intersection.

This place had now become a scarlet cross. Blood had soaked and dyed the ground red. The sun rose slowly in the east, its light reflecting off the blood with a glittering crimson sheen.

Within the pools of blood, countless monsters lay spread across an area a kilometer wide. Some had completely lost all signs of life, while countless others struggled on the ground, screaming, whimpering, grieving, gasping, and wailing... It was like a demon-refining realm from the eighteenth layer of hell.

A white figure stood proudly atop the back of a Crimson-Gold Tiger Monster, a silver-white longsword at his side.

Blood stained the ground, yet it could not taint the snow-white Combat Suit.

Ning Ze quietly looked toward a collapsed skyscraper ahead. What had once been a skylight had become a deep, dark hole, within which the vague figures of several warriors could be seen.

Whoosh!

With a flicker, Ning Ze appeared atop a monster ten meters away, like a bolt of white lightning constantly zigzagging and leaping across the monsters' bodies.

His speed had already exceeded the speed of sound, yet there was no sonic boom. Even his snow-white Combat Suit only fluttered faintly, and the fringe over his forehead merely swayed lightly.

"He's coming!"

"Gale Sword! Ning Ze! He's already killed three warrior squads!"

A warrior inside the skyscraper's skylight was terrified to the extreme.

Another middle-aged man, who looked honest and dependable, spoke up. "Don't panic! Don't panic! Gale Sword has never actively attacked anyone. As long as we have no hostile intentions, we're safe."

Though he said that, a fine layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

It was easy for a weapon to reach the speed of sound. Any Warlord could do it. A Beginner Warlord needed to swing while running, while an Intermediate Warlord could produce a sonic boom while standing still. If the weapon was longer, like a spear, it was even easier to create a sonic boom. Even an ordinary person could crack a whip hard enough to produce one.

But that was a weapon.

For an entire person to break the sound barrier... the closer one came to the speed of sound, the greater the resistance became. No Warlord could achieve supersonic speed. Those who could burst forth at the speed of sound were all War Gods!

Yet the person before them had reached the speed of sound without producing a sonic boom himself!

That was terrifying beyond belief. With such speed in battle, before they could even react, they would likely already be dead.

At this moment, the seemingly steady middle-aged warrior regretted it bitterly. He had become too absorbed in watching Ning Ze's Sword Art and Movement Technique. He had only just gained a little insight, but Ning Ze had already finished killing over there.

Whoosh!

The white shadow flashed. Ning Ze's figure slowly came to a stop, the afterimages behind him fading away one by one. His eyes were calm as he looked at the group of warriors within the skylight and softly asked, "What can I do for you all?"

The unnamed warriors inside the skylight instantly held their breath.

"We wouldn't dare! We wouldn't dare! How could we possibly be enemies of Gale Sword? Please don't misunderstand." The honest-looking middle-aged man waved both hands before his chest, completely abandoning his weapon. "I was only watching you fight. I feel that I've gained some insight into Movement Technique."

A faint smile curled Ning Ze's lips. The sight before him was truly amusing. This man was built like a bear, at least twice as sturdy as Ning Ze's father, yet he was waving his hands so adorably.

Ning Ze felt a bit of goodwill toward him and smiled. "Don't be afraid. As long as you aren't trying to steal my prey, I won't attack fellow warriors."

The title Gale Sword had been entirely accidental.

How could one possibly avoid encountering warriors in a city like City No. 003? Given their hunting pace, they had encountered far too many warrior squads.

Ning Ze had only wanted to reduce trouble, so he killed three warrior squads that tried to steal his prey, leaving one survivor from each squad to escape.

He followed at an unhurried pace, making a circuit around City No. 003 and forcing those warrior squads to come to their senses.

Later, a group of warriors saw him killing monsters. Since they had no intention of stealing his prey, Ning Ze did not attack them.

Afterward, for some unknown reason, he was given the name Gale Sword, and it spread throughout City No. 003.

Fortunately, Ning Ze had achieved his goal. There was indeed much less trouble. Whenever warrior squads encountered him, they immediately turned and ran. Ning Ze and his group had even picked up materials from several monsters for free.

This was the first squad bold enough to stay and watch after his reputation had spread. He had nearly thought they had designs on his materials.

Now that he looked at it, it was all a misunderstanding.

After reassuring them, Ning Ze turned and pointed toward the battlefield. "Would you all be interested in making a deal?"

"A deal?"

The honest middle-aged warrior and his teammates exchanged looks, unable to imagine what sort of deal they could make.

Ning Ze nodded and smiled. "Help me harvest the monster materials. The F-rank monster materials will be yours. They aren't worth much, but they should still be worth around ten million."

"If possible, wait for my message during the day. After I finish killing monsters, help me deal with their corpses. I'll send you a message when I'm done, and you can come handle them. What do you think?"

The honest middle-aged man cautiously glanced at Ning Ze and asked softly, "Didn't you come out with the Warfire Squad?"