Super-Sense

Wang Xuan vanished from the branches like a divine ape, changing his position and moving through the forest to the other side. His eyes were filled with killing intent, and he felt an urge to hunt in the darkness.

Someone had dared to try and kill him in the city so brazenly. Even though he was usually calm, his heart felt like a ferocious dragon was caged within, unable to resist the urge to unleash it into the wild and charge at the several gunmen lurking in the shadows.

Wang Xuan had never felt the desire to unleash a dragon to kill enemies like he did today!

He was usually low-key and peaceful, but that didn't mean he was cowardly. If people were trying to kill him, how could he, with his personality, remain indifferent and not fight back?

"There are still people!"

Wang Xuan's senses were incredibly sharp now. After the recent gunfire, a bullet had grazed his temple. His inner spirit and energy surged violently, his metabolism accelerated, and he was in an extraordinary state.

The surrounding plants and trees became much clearer. The calls of night birds and the footsteps of pedestrians on the street seemed to instantly draw closer to his ears.

He fixed his gaze on the fence on the other side of the old residential area. In the shadows of the trees in that area, he detected the cold muzzles of guns pointed at the woods, and he had discovered them.

Wang Xuan's current state was very unusual. His vision, hearing, and sense of smell were frighteningly acute. He was like someone with "Super-Sense" right now.

In the realm of Old Arts, this was the trigger of the "super-ego," an instinctive self-release to cope with dangerous external crises.

If explained by modern medicine, this was an extremely intense "stress response," characterized by sympathetic nervous system excitement, increased secretion of pituitary and adrenal cortical hormones, and a rapid increase in cardiac output. The entire person, from physique to spirit, was enhanced in all aspects for self-defense.

For those who practiced Old Arts, the situation was naturally more complex. Wang Xuan's "Super-Sense" was extremely keen, and his vision and hearing were beyond normal comprehension.

For a brief moment, he continuously changed positions in the woods, carefully observing the movements outside the residential area. His mind gradually calmed down, and he didn't charge out.

There were as many as seven people lurking quietly outside, waiting for him to charge out of the dense forest to counter-attack.

If he mistakenly believed that only three people had come and confidently went out to hunt them, he would likely be in trouble himself.

Most crucially, he vaguely felt that there were more dark gun muzzles pointed at this woodland from further away.

Wang Xuan kept changing his position to avoid being locked onto. However, if he just stayed on guard and did nothing, he felt somewhat unwilling.

At the very least, he had to keep these people here, to stall for time and give Qing Mu's people a chance.

He picked up a stone about the size of his fist from under a tree root and weighed it in his hand.

Wang Xuan scoffed at himself. The weapon in his hand was too primitive, like the Stone Age facing modern firearms. But he truly had no other choice.

His only reliance was that his Super-Sense was growing stronger, and his eyes were brilliant, like two bright stars in the dark night.

Although they were very far apart, he could clearly pinpoint the gunmen's locations. He could even see their eyes under their balaclavas and the tattoos on their exposed arms.

He couldn't leave the dense forest, or the opponents would immediately lock onto him. In the open, without the obstruction of rows of thick tree trunks, their equipment would not be weaker than his Super-Sense, and their lethality was very strong.

But eventually, he waited for an opportunity. The gunmen outside the fence would never have imagined that someone could clearly perceive everything about him in the darkness.

Wang Xuan's physique and spirit were perfectly integrated at this moment, and his Super-Sense became even more terrifying. As he watched, the person's entire movement trajectory was imprinted in his mind.

He predicted that the person was about to make a move to stand up. It was ultimately because the opponent had relaxed somewhat and didn't take him, a practitioner of Old Arts, seriously enough.

Wang Xuan exerted all his strength and threw the fist-sized stone. The force was terrifying, and the speed was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Bang!

The moment the person slightly peeked out, the stone flew and hit him squarely on the forehead. He didn't even let out a groan before falling backward with a soft thud.

The two people nearby quickly turned their heads to look at him, their eyes wide with disbelief. Their companion's forehead was caved in, and blood was gushing out.

They opened their mouths, completely unable to comprehend or accept this outcome.

It was like piloting an airplane to bomb ancient people, only to have it shot down by a spear – it made no sense!

They were all elite gunmen, professionals. They came to kill a practitioner of Old Arts, but instead, their opponent had crushed their skull with a stone.

They had been on so many missions, and they weren't new to killing experts of Old Arts, not just one or two. Something like this had never happened before.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As Wang Xuan changed positions, several bullets flew past his previous location, some hitting tree trunks, others embedding in the grass with soft sounds.

Wang Xuan moved deeper into the woods, hiding behind a thick tree trunk. A sense of alarm arose in his heart. The people outside seemed to have been enraged and were continuously firing into the woods.

Those people stopped waiting and started firing indiscriminately.

Wang Xuan moved with lightness, agility, and speed to the back of a large bluestone. It was a landscape stone, but people usually sat on it like a bench. Now, it had become the best cover.

Bang bang bang!

Stone chips flew, and some bullets hit it.

Wang Xuan's gaze was like a knife, and his anger burned within him. These people had no scruples, disregarding established rules, and had actually come into the city to kill people. Afterward, they were even shooting indiscriminately.

How much confidence did they have to dare to do this? After the fact, what kind of people could cover all of this up for them?

"Don't let me find out who you are, or I'll uproot you sooner or later. I don't care what organization you are, or which Zaibatsu you belong to. I will settle the score with you in the future."

Wang Xuan regretted not having mastered the Golden Body Art. If he had, he would have charged out directly and wouldn't have had to endure this.

Suddenly, the woods fell silent. He saw several figures carrying the person who had fallen to the ground and retreating quickly, their movements agile and swift.

Wang Xuan immediately leaped up like a civet cat and went to the electrical distribution room in the woods. He found a steel rebar rod more than half a meter long, as he truly had nothing more suitable.

He moved lightly through the woods, pushing his Super-Sense state to its limit, then swung his arm. The air seemed to let out a sonic boom.

Among the people retreating in the distance, one person suddenly stumbled forward and fell to the ground. He opened his eyes wide and let out a pained cry. A blood hole, visible from front to back, appeared in his chest, his heart torn apart.

A steel rebar rod pierced through and landed more than twenty meters away, emitting a crisp metallic ringing sound as it hit the ground.

The expressions of the others changed. How powerful must that force be? From such a distance, throwing a steel bar with bare hands, piercing one of their highly alert veteran members, made the rest of them feel uneasy.

"Quick, get out of here!" someone whispered. They picked up the person who had fallen to the ground and, without lingering, quickly retreated.

Before leaving, someone sprayed something on the bloodstains on the road; it was obvious they were professionals.

Wang Xuan was filled with murderous intent, but he ultimately didn't pursue them. He changed his position in the woods, feeling that dark gun barrels were still aiming at the forest from further away. As soon as he stepped out, he would be sniped.

He guessed that Qing Mu's people were arriving, and these gunmen were either terrifyingly well-informed or had specialized personnel watching from afar, sensing something, which was why they retreated so quickly.

Wang Xuan suppressed his impulse and did not pursue them further. He stood in the woods and waited silently.

Not long after, Qing Mu's people indeed arrived. From the time Wang Xuan contacted them to their arrival, their speed was astonishing and their efficiency was extremely high.

Unfortunately, that group of people was extremely vigilant and had retreated in advance.

"You guys go chase them. Investigate thoroughly. How dare they kill people in the city, and in a residential area at that! I want to see who this 'over-the-river dragon' is!"

Qing Mu personally arrived with a group of people and ordered them to follow the clues.

He himself contacted Wang Xuan and entered the woods alone.

He brought a full set of equipment, the top-of-the-line kind.

Wang Xuan immediately changed his clothes. They were heavy, with three layers of bulletproof vests all worn, plus a specially made trench coat that offered some defensive effect.

Additionally, there was a baseball cap that looked no different from a normal hat, but it was very heavy.

Wang Xuan usually disliked such attire, but now, with the trench coat and baseball cap fully armed, he picked up a gun and raised it, ready to walk out of the woods.

With what happened today, a flame was burning in his chest. Someone had cornered him, arrogantly trying to kill him, how could he still endure it?

"Wait a moment, I'll change my clothes too and go with you."

Qing Mu said, taking off his green mask and changing his jacket, intending to act with Wang Xuan.

Of course, after taking off the green mask, it wasn't his true face; he was still wearing a realistic human skin mask.

He didn't let his group of professionals come in. He and Wang Xuan left from one direction and then pursued.

The two of them put away their guns and, following Wang Xuan's earlier prediction, ran in one direction to chase them.

Unfortunately, Old Earth, influenced by New Star, had many people advocating for privacy protection, leading to a sharp decrease in road surveillance and the existence of many blind spots and dead zones.

Otherwise, Qing Mu could have used his connections to directly retrieve surveillance footage.

Wang Xuan deeply felt the power of the exploration organization, mobilizing a group of "professionals" in such a short time to pursue those gunmen.

"You took down two gunmen with a piece of stone and a steel bar?" Qing Mu was greatly surprised after hearing this. After all, he was still a novice, a young man in his early twenties, yet he was experienced and skilled, much stronger than he was back then.

Wang Xuan remained calm, his gaze like a torch, as he arrived at a very busy area. Bars lined both sides of the road, and nightlife was just beginning here.

Qing Mu frowned and said, "This place is a mix of people, very chaotic, with all sorts of businesses. Each establishment has a way to ensure their customers leave safely, making it difficult to find people."

Wang Xuan had already realized that the group was well-prepared and had likely been met and picked up halfway. Their pursuit would be difficult to yield results.

However, at this moment, he looked up and saw acquaintances in the bar street.

Not far away, Zhou Yun, Wu Yin, Zhou Ting, and several other men and women were walking over. They were truly handsome and beautiful, about to enter a very famous bar on this street.

Zhou Yun saw Wang Xuan and immediately walked over. He was tall, and to ordinary people, his slightly wild gaze was intimidating, but to Wang Xuan, it was completely unimpressive. He hadn't fought him before, and not just once.

"Your attire doesn't quite match your style from not long ago. You look quite cool today. What, looking for a romantic encounter here tonight?" Zhou Yun asked indifferently.

However, his current appearance lacked any imposing presence. His head was wrapped in bandages, his fractured arm had a splint, his cracked fingernails were covered in ointment, and even his nasal bone was broken and had been treated.

"Your whole body is covered in injuries, wrapped up like a mummy. Who did you fight to end up like this?" Wang Xuan's words made Zhou Yun's eyes instantly flare up.

He thought of that mixed-race person with blue eyes. He didn't even hate Wang Xuan anymore; all his grievances were placed on that mixed-race person. But now, Wang Xuan's words had truly struck a nerve.

Wang Xuan continued, "You're really something. Just a few days, and you're constantly fighting. How come it feels like you're either fighting someone or on your way to fight someone? Are you about to hit the road again, preparing to meet someone for a fight?"

Damn it! Zhou Yun almost choked to death, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood. He pointed at Wang Xuan, unable to speak for a moment.

Wang Xuan was naturally provoking him deliberately, wanting to see his most genuine emotional reaction.

At the same time, he was also using this opportunity to carefully observe the young people opposite him. Such a coincidental encounter, he wouldn't let go of any suspicion or vigilance.

It was hard to say who was trying to kill him tonight.