Saintly Posture

Fang Xiu walked out of Black Sugar Bar, having more or less figured out the cause of the whole incident.

Because a spacetime node to another plane had been opened in Black Sugar Bar, those three beings from another world had come to Earth through it. And Fang Xiu's existence drew them in this world like a pillar of fire drawing moths.

The extraordinary powers possessed by those three were practically cheating in Earth's technological world. Especially since they were also skilled at using technology, it was clear that their world was one where not only extraordinary power was formidable, but technological development was also incomparably flourishing. Ordinary police on Earth definitely could not catch them easily.

So whether for his own safety or because he could not allow such a scourge to remain on Earth, Fang Xiu had to eliminate them.

Fang Xiu took out the so-called Saint Ring. He examined it for a long time but had no idea how it was supposed to be used.

"Do I just put it on my hand?"

Fang Xiu slipped the ring onto the middle finger of his right hand. It fit him perfectly. The moment he let go, he saw the circle of mysterious inscriptions upon it slowly light up.

Fang Xiu watched white light seep bit by bit into his body. His T-shirt and clothes all billowed outward, and his entire body slowly floated into the air. The pupils vanished completely from his eyes, leaving behind only blazing white.

So this was the so-called—Saintly Posture? The thought surfaced in Fang Xiu's mind.

Then he felt every emotion in his mind disappear. He looked upon the world with the lofty bearing of one who gazed down upon all living things.

Fang Xiu raised his head. White light radiated from his entire body as he floated in midair, his clothes dancing ceaselessly with the light. With a posture towering above all living beings, he rose into the sky.

Fortunately, there was not a soul on the street at this hour. Ignoring gravity, Fang Xiu stepped along the spine of a utility pole through the air and walked to its top.

His T-shirt fluttered without wind. He stood proudly above the city, the white glow around him trailing into a long stream that waved like a banner. He looked like both god and demon.

"Eye of True Sight!" Fang Xiu spoke, his voice devoid of the slightest emotion.

His pure white, pupil-less eyes swept across the entire city. A powerful force rippled outward from him, transparent waves spreading out to cover the whole urban district.

A projection of the entire city immediately appeared in Fang Xiu's mind. Every street, every building, every house, every person—all became lines and three-dimensional structures within his mind.

Fang Xiu closed his eyes as though searching for and sensing his target. With the scan of the waves he had released earlier, every last detail of the city entered his mind bit by bit.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu opened his eyes and looked toward the east side of the city, where the sun was rising.

"Target locked!"

Fang Xiu leaped upward, transforming directly into an afterimage. White power wrapped around him as his whole body became a streak of light that shot into the sky and entered the clouds.

"Boom!"

The violent acceleration actually blasted out shockwaves in midair. He was unbelievably fast, leaving a trail cloud across the sky as he pierced through the cloud cover.

It was Fang Xiu's first time experiencing such a sensation. Like a great bird, and like an immortal, he soared above the clouds. The sun rose in the distance, its radiance seeming to echo and welcome him.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived above an old abandoned building. Descending from the sky, he crashed straight into it like a bolt of lightning.

"Rumble!"

Carrying immense force, Fang Xiu directly smashed half the building down. The dust kicked up dozens of meters into the air, covering half the sky.

The tremendous explosion drew the attention of nearby residents and people out exercising in the early hours. Everyone turned to look this way. People in building after building also climbed out of bed because of the enormous commotion, investigating from balconies and windows.

Quite a few onlookers pulled out their phones and began filming the scene. Many had no idea what was going on.

"What happened?" An Old Man exercising in the Early Morning stared at the dust filling the sky and kept backing away, avoiding the area.

"Was that an explosion just now?" A girl still in pajamas stood by the window with her parents, looking at the abandoned building where the explosion had occurred.

"How did the building collapse?"

"I told you it was an illegal structure. Otherwise, why would it have been left unfinished?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion. At that moment, huge stones beneath the dust were suddenly thrown into the air, and two figures leaped up, scrambling miserably out of the ruins.

The dust gradually settled as well. A figure entirely shrouded in white light, whose appearance could not be seen at all, walked out from the haze.

The air fell silent at once, then the gathered spectators erupted.

"Holy crap, what is that? A superpowered person?" A young man who had been jogging early in the morning stood atop the iron railing of the neighboring park. As if by reflex, he pulled out his phone and filmed the scene.

"An immortal? That's an immortal!" The Old Man's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Damn, film it! This is too thrilling! It's real—a superpowered person smashed a building apart."

"This isn't a dream, is it?"

"Or are they filming a movie?"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Is this real? A battle between extraordinary beings? Extraordinary beings appeared in Wei Port City?" A young man with dyed yellow hair jumped and shouted excitedly.

Everyone felt as though they were questioning their lives, but in this internet age, many immediately took out their phones. The girl in pajamas even started a livestream.

Fang Xiu paid no attention whatsoever to what was happening outside. At this moment, he faced the two men who had hunted him down in the night, looking at their bedraggled appearances.

He could finally see clearly the faces that had been obscured by the night. One was a strange man with skin red and scorching hot, built powerfully like a giant bear—or perhaps a gorilla. His hands were especially strange: they were made of steel.

The other was a skinny Clown in a mask and bizarre clothing. As for that monstrous Killer, he was nowhere to be found. It seemed he really was dead.

Standing atop a chunk of rubble, Fang Xiu looked down at the two of them, making it crystal clear that the hunters and hunted had now changed places.

Fang Xiu, glowing all over like a being of light, spread his arms and split his lips in a smile. "Come on! This time, I'll play with you to the very end!"

Yet the two on the other side ran the instant they saw Fang Xiu. They did not hesitate in the slightest, with absolutely no intention of fighting him.

Fang Xiu grabbed a length of rebar from the ground and hurled it with enormous force. Clown seemed to sense that Fang Xiu was targeting him. The instant Fang Xiu aimed at him, he twisted his body in a bizarre manner. In that state, even an expert with a gun would have been unable to lock onto and hit him.

But the rebar Fang Xiu threw seemed to have locked onto him. No matter how he twisted or maneuvered, it ultimately nailed him firmly to the ground.

The rebar pierced through his neck and pinned him to the concrete. Strange green blood sprayed out. Despite such an injury, he was not dead and continued struggling. His struggling posture was ugly and ridiculous, while the terrifying, grotesque Clown Mask kept displaying different expressions—joy, pain, weeping, and more—one after another.

Then Fang Xiu leaped up. He rose and fell at terrifying speed, crossing dozens of meters before crashing down with immense force. He stomped Red Devil directly beneath his foot. A mountain-shaking force surged outward, forming a deep crater in the ground.

Red Devil's internal organs and bones were all shattered by Fang Xiu's stomp. Blood poured from his eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth. Clearly unable to survive, he struggled twice before dying.

Carrying Red Devil's corpse, Fang Xiu came to Clown's side. The eyes beneath Clown's mask looked at Fang Xiu in terror, utterly unable to understand how the man who had been fleeing before had suddenly gained such formidable power, defeating them with an irresistible force like dry weeds before a raging wind.

Fang Xiu bent down, grabbed Clown's head, and ripped it straight off. Blood splattered across the ground. The bloody, violent scene made everyone who witnessed it shudder in fear and thrill.

The bystanders watching from afar were utterly stunned. They had never imagined that someone could truly possess such power. He was practically Superman. This was not acting, but a genuine extraordinary incident.

"Ah!" Seeing such an adrenaline-pumping scene so early in the morning—especially Fang Xiu crushing Red Devil to death with one stomp—many men and women holding phones and watching from afar screamed and shut their eyes.

"Holy crap, that was way too cool!" The young man in the park filming with his phone could not help flushing red with excitement in the face of such power.

"Who exactly is that guy? And who are that red-skinned one and the masked Clown?"

"He really... really killed people?"

Only then did Fang Xiu notice the scene around him. He had not expected his killing of Red Devil and Clown to draw so much attention. Holding their corpses in both hands, Fang Xiu made a single leap onto the roof of the half of the building that had not yet collapsed amid the ruins. Then, beneath everyone's gaze, he transformed into a streak of white light, shot into the sky, and vanished into the clouds.