Super-Sense

Wang Xuan vanished among the branches and leaves like a divine ape, changed position, and crossed through the woods to the other side. Murderous intent filled his eyes now, and an urge to hunt in the night rose within him.

Someone had brazenly tried to kill him in the city. Even though he was usually composed, it felt as though a savage dragon had been imprisoned in his heart. He could not help wanting to unleash that dragon into the wild and charge at the gunmen lurking in secret.

Never before had Wang Xuan wanted so badly to unleash a dragon and kill his enemies!

He was usually low-key and mild-tempered, but that did not mean he was weak. Others had come to kill him—how could someone of his nature remain indifferent and refuse to strike back?

"Sure enough, there are more people!"

Wang Xuan's senses were now extraordinarily sharp. After the gunfire just now, when a bullet had grazed past his temple, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had surged fiercely. His metabolism accelerated, placing him in an abnormal state.

The surrounding grass and trees became far clearer. The cries of night birds and the footsteps of pedestrians on the street seemed to have been drawn instantly to his ears.

He fixed his gaze on the fence on the other side of the old residential compound. Amid the tree shadows there, a cold gun barrel was aimed at this patch of woods—and he had spotted it.

Wang Xuan's current state was highly unusual. His sight, hearing, smell, and other senses were frighteningly acute. It was as if he possessed "Super-Sense."

In the field of Old Arts, this was the triggering of the "super-self"—the instinctive release of the self in response to dangerous external threats.

In modern medical terms, this was an intensely extreme "stress response," marked by sympathetic nervous excitement, increased secretion of pituitary and adrenal cortex hormones, and a rapid short-term increase in the heart's blood supply. From physique to mind, the entire person was enhanced in every aspect for self-defense.

Naturally, the situation was more complicated for those who practiced Old Arts. Wang Xuan's "Super-Sense" was now incredibly sharp; his vision and hearing were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

For a brief moment, he continuously shifted positions in the woods, carefully catching the movements outside the compound. His mind gradually calmed, and he did not charge out to kill.

There were fully seven people lying in ambush outside, quietly waiting for him to rush out of the dense woods and counterattack.

If he had mistakenly believed that only three had come and confidently gone out to hunt them down instead, he would most likely have been the one in trouble.

More importantly, he vaguely felt that farther away, black gun barrels were still aimed at this woodland.

Wang Xuan kept changing positions to avoid being locked onto, but if he simply stayed on guard and did nothing, he was unwilling to accept that as well.

No matter what, he had to keep these people here longer and buy time for Qing Mu's people.

He picked up a fist-sized stone from beneath a tree root and weighed it in hand.

Wang Xuan mocked himself. The weapon in hand was far too primitive, like the Stone Age facing the modern age of firearms, but he truly had no other choice.

His only advantage was that his Super-Sense was growing stronger and stronger. His eyes shone brilliantly, like two bright stars in the darkness.

Though they were far apart, he clearly pinpointed the gunman's location. He could even see the man's eyes beneath his hood, as well as the tattoo on his arm.

He could not leave the dense woods. Otherwise, the other side would immediately lock onto him. Out in the open, without rows of thick trunks to block them, the opponent's equipment would not be any weaker than his Super-Sense, and their killing power was formidable.

Yet in the end, he still waited for an opportunity. The gunman outside the fence could never have imagined that someone in the darkness could clearly perceive everything about him.

At that moment, Wang Xuan's physique and spirit merged into perfect unity, and his Super-Sense became even more terrifying. As he watched, that person's every movement traced itself into his mind.

He predicted that that person was about to rise. In the end, the other side had relaxed somewhat and had not taken him, a practitioner of Old Arts, seriously enough.

Wang Xuan used all his strength to hurl the fist-sized stone. The force was terrifying, and its speed was beyond ordinary comprehension.

Bang!

The instant the man slightly poked his head out, the stone flew in and struck him squarely in the forehead. He did not even let out a muffled groan before falling backward with a soft thud.

The two people nearby swiftly turned to look at him. They could scarcely believe their eyes. Their companion's brow bone had caved in, blood pouring out like a flood.

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

It was like flying an aircraft to bomb people from ancient times, only to be stabbed out of the sky with a spear—there was simply no logic to it!

They were all elite gunmen, professionals. They had come to kill a practitioner of Old Arts, yet one of them had his skull split open by a mere stone.

They had carried out so many missions. It was not as if they had never killed experts of Old Arts, and there had been more than one or two of them. Never had something like this happened.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The instant Wang Xuan changed position, several bullets tore past where he had been. Some struck tree trunks, while others burrowed into the grass with faint sounds.

Wang Xuan entered the depths of the woods and hid behind a thick tree trunk. A warning rose in his heart. The people outside seemed to have been enraged and were continuously firing into the forest.

Those people stopped waiting and simply sprayed bullets over in this brutal fashion.

Wang Xuan moved lightly and nimbly, quickly reaching the rear of a large bluestone. It was a decorative rock, though people usually used it as a bench. Now, it became the best cover.

Bang bang bang!

Stone chips flew as some bullets struck it.

Wang Xuan's gaze was sharp as blades, fury filling his chest. These people had no scruples whatsoever. Ignoring the unspoken Rules, they had actually come into the city to kill, and in the end had even opened fire indiscriminately.

What kind of immense backing did they have to dare act like this? Afterward, what sort of people could possibly smooth all this over for them?

"Don't let me find out who you are. Otherwise, sooner or later, I'll pull you up by the roots. I don't care what organization you are or which financial clan you belong to. One day, I will settle this debt with you."

Wang Xuan regretted that he had not mastered the Golden Body Art. Otherwise, he would have charged out and killed them directly. Why would he need to endure this any longer?

Suddenly, the woods fell silent. He saw several figures carrying the person who had fallen and retreating separately. Their movements were vigorous and extremely fast.

Wang Xuan immediately sprang up like a civet cat, reached the power distribution room in the woods, and found a steel reinforcing rod more than half a meter long. There was truly nothing else more handy.

He moved lightly through the woods, pushing his Super-Sense to its limit. Then he swung his arm, and the air seemed to erupt with a blast.

Among the people retreating in the distance, one fell forward with a thud and crashed to the ground. His eyes widened as a pained sound escaped his mouth. A bloody hole pierced through his chest, and even his heart had been torn apart.

A steel reinforcing rod had pierced through him and landed over twenty meters away, producing a crisp metallic tremor as it hit the ground.

The others' facial expression changed. How great did that strength have to be? From such a distance, he had thrown a steel reinforcing rod barehanded and pierced one of their highly vigilant veterans, making the remaining people's scalps tingle.

"Quick, leave now!" someone whispered. They lifted the person who had fallen headfirst to the ground and withdrew rapidly without stopping.

Before leaving, someone sprayed something over the bloodstains on the road. One look told Wang Xuan they were professionals.

Wang Xuan was brimming with killing intent, but he ultimately did not chase after them. Instead, he changed positions again in the woods. He felt that farther away, black gun barrels were still aiming at the forest. The moment he went out, he would be sniped.

He guessed Qing Mu's people were about to arrive, and that these gunmen were either frighteningly well-informed or had someone specifically watching from afar who had noticed something, so they had retreated quickly.

Wang Xuan suppressed his impulse and did not continue the pursuit, standing silently in the woods as he waited.

Not long after, Qing Mu's people indeed arrived. From the moment Wang Xuan contacted them until they got here, their speed was astonishing and their efficiency exceptionally high.

Unfortunately, that group had been incredibly alert and had withdrawn in advance.

"You go after them. Investigate this thoroughly for me. How utterly lawless—daring to kill in the city, even coming to a residential district to murder people. I want to see what dragon crossing the river this is!"

Qing Mu had come personally, bringing a group of people and ordering them to follow the clues.

He himself contacted Wang Xuan and entered the woods alone.

He had brought a full set of equipment, all of it top-tier.

Wang Xuan immediately changed clothes. They were very heavy: three layers of body armor, all worn over his body. Even the trench coat on top was specially made and offered a certain degree of protection.

There was also a baseball cap. It looked no different from an ordinary cap, but it was very heavy.

Wang Xuan did not usually like dressing this way, but now he armed himself with the trench coat and baseball cap. Then he picked up a gun, raised it, and was about to head out of the woods.

What had happened today made a flame leap in his chest. They had come right to his doorstep, arrogantly intending to kill him. How could he possibly keep enduring it?

"Wait. I'll change clothes too and go with you."

As Qing Mu spoke, he removed his green mask and changed into another jacket, intending to act alongside Wang Xuan.

Of course, even after removing the green mask, that was not his true face. He was still wearing a Realistic Human Skin Mask.

He did not let that group of professional subordinates enter. He and Wang Xuan left in one direction, then pursued them.

The two of them put away their guns and, according to Wang Xuan's earlier prediction, ran all the way in one direction.

Unfortunately, influenced by New Star, Old Earth had seen many people call for privacy protection. Road surveillance and the like had been drastically reduced, leaving many dead angles and blind spots.

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

Wang Xuan deeply felt the power of the Exploration Organization. In such a short time, they had mobilized a group of "professionals" to hunt down those gunmen.

"You took down two gunmen with a stone and a steel reinforcing rod?" Qing Mu was greatly astonished upon hearing this. After all, this was still a newcomer, a young man barely over twenty, yet he was experienced and highly skilled—far stronger than Qing Mu had been back then.

Wang Xuan remained calm, his gaze like torches as he arrived at an area with an enormous flow of people. Bars lined both sides of the road, and nightlife here had only just begun.

Qing Mu frowned. "This place is a motley mix of fish and dragons, chaotic, with every kind of business. Every establishment has ways to ensure their guests leave safely. It won't be easy to find anyone."

Wang Xuan had already realized that group had been well prepared. They had most likely been picked up halfway, so this pursuit would probably yield nothing.

However, when he looked up, he unexpectedly spotted familiar faces on the bar street.

Not far away, Zhou Yun, Wu Yin, Zhou Ting, and several other young men and women were approaching. They were truly handsome men and beautiful women, heading into a bar renowned on this street.

The moment Zhou Yun saw Wang Xuan, he walked over. He was tall and broad, and his slightly wild gaze was intimidating to ordinary people. But Wang Xuan felt nothing at all. It was not as though he had never fought him—and more than once, at that.

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

Yet he had no imposing presence at all in his current state. Bandages were wrapped around his head, his fractured arm was in a splint, ointment covered his cracked nails, and even his nasal bridge had been broken and treated.

"You're wounded from head to toe, wrapped up like a rice dumpling. Who did you fight this time to end up in such a state?" Wang Xuan's words immediately made Zhou Yun's eyes stand wide.

He thought of that blue-eyed mixed-race man. He had originally stopped hating Wang Xuan, pouring all his sorrow and resentment onto that mixed-race man instead. But Wang Xuan's words had truly stabbed him right in the heart.

Wang Xuan continued, "You really are something. It's only been a few days, yet you keep fighting people. Why does it feel like you're either fighting someone or on the way to fight someone? Don't tell me you're setting out again—who are you planning to arrange another fight with this time?"

I go! Zhou Yun nearly choked to death, almost coughing up a mouthful of old blood. He pointed at Wang Xuan, yet for a moment could not say a word.

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

At the same time, he used this opportunity to carefully observe the few young people opposite him. Meeting here by such coincidence, he would not let go of any suspicion or vigilance.

It was hard to say who had tried to kill him tonight.