The town was in complete disrepair. Collapsed buildings were everywhere, and the entire place was nothing but ruins.
Roars echoed from all directions, as if the beasts might charge out at any moment and tear apart every living thing.
Li Qingxu stopped in front of a collapsed building, alloy spear in hand.
The building lay in the searchlight's blind spot, but a pair of eyes glimmering green appeared in the darkness.
Bloodlust filled those eyes.
"Meow~"
The next moment, a gray blur suddenly darted out of the shadows. It leaped, its five razor-sharp claws flashing like blades as it lunged straight for Li Qingxu's throat.
In the light, it was revealed as a feline creature about half a meter long, its entire body gray-black. A Shadow Cat!
But Li Qingxu reacted even faster. As the Shadow Cat sprang, he stepped diagonally forward to the right, turning from facing it head-on to standing side-on.
The entire movement was completed in an instant. The Shadow Cat's razor-sharp claws swept past him.
At the same time, a flash of cold light appeared. The alloy spear in Li Qingxu's hand had already anticipated its falling trajectory.
Before the Shadow Cat could even hit the ground, the sharp spearhead had pierced through its neck.
"Meow!"
With a shriek and a spray of beast blood, the Shadow Cat was skewered in midair.
On the ground, it might have managed to put up a fight. But it had actually dared to attack while airborne!
It would have been fine if it had landed a hit, but once its attack was dodged, it was left helpless in midair, nothing more than a sitting target.
Unless it could change direction in midair, it had no way to dodge Li Qingxu's attack.
Just then, perhaps drawn by the Shadow Cat's shriek or the scent of beast blood, two more Shadow Cats darted out of the dim building, just as swift as the first.
When they were several meters away, one of them also leaped into the air, claws outstretched as it attacked Li Qingxu's face.
Li Qingxu stepped forward, thrusting his alloy spear.
A flash of cold light came first, and then the spear shot forth like a dragon.
The Shadow Cat, still airborne, was pierced by the spear two meters from Li Qingxu.
It joined the first, both skewered on the spear.
The other Shadow Cat seemed a little smarter and didn't rush in recklessly.
Instead, it darted around him, occasionally pausing to fix Li Qingxu with its bloodthirsty eyes, its lithe body poised as if searching for an opening.
Li Qingxu stood holding the spear in one hand, its tip pointed down. A breeze swept past, stirring his shoulder-length hair.
The Shadow Cat seemed to sense the danger and turned to run toward the dim, dilapidated building.
"Too slow."
Li Qingxu murmured, reversing his grip on the shaft as his gaze followed the Shadow Cat's movements.
The next moment, the spear left his hand.
Beneath the moonlit sky, an alloy spear gleaming with a pearly white sheen streaked through the night like a white snake flicking its tongue, its shrill hiss splitting the air.
Just as the Shadow Cat was about to slip into the collapsed building, the spear descended from above and pierced its neck with pinpoint accuracy, pinning it to the ground.
In the old days, there was Lu Xun's Runtu stabbing a melon-stealing badger beneath the moon. Today, there was Li Qingxu skewering Shadow Cats beneath the moon.
The Shadow Cat was fast, reaching 40 meters per second, a speed comparable to an Intermediate Warrior.
An ordinary Quasi-Martial Artist would have no chance of dodging its attack, or even keeping up with its movements.
But against the Technique Emperor, the Shadow Cat couldn't even touch the hem of Li Qingxu's clothes.
Not a single stat boost—just pure technique.
As for whether he'd maxed it out, well, these three Hakimis still weren't quite enough.
Li Qingxu strolled over and pulled his spear from the ground.
The Shadow Cat's corpse fell from the spear.
After putting the three left ears into his backpack, he continued onward, spear in hand.
He didn't go out of his way to hunt the beasts. Instead, he scanned his surroundings.
Several hundred meters later, beside a small-to-medium-sized ruined building, a red light swayed from side to side.
It wasn't a beast's eye, but a camera recording in real time!
"Found you."
A smile tugged at Li Qingxu's lips.
Time passed, second by second. Bloody battles were breaking out in every corner of the sealed town!
The H-Class Monsters and the Quasi-Martial Artists might have been evenly matched in strength, but humans had one advantage: intelligence!
The weakest H-Class Monsters had little intelligence, relying on little more than the instincts of wild animals.
The slaughter continued throughout the sealed town.
Some Quasi-Martial Artists were injured during their first fight with a beast. With no other choice, they pressed the button on their Communication Watch to call for help and conceded.
Not far from the sealed town stood a large building. Inside, a great many surveillance screens showed everything happening throughout the town.
"How green they are!"
"Yeah. Watching them reminds me of when I was young. Those were the days of youthful dreams, bathed in the sunset."
In one of the rooms, an officer was drinking with a burly man. On the large screen mounted on the wall, scenes of slaughter in the town played.
"Hmm?!"
Suddenly, the officer stared at the screen in surprise. The longer he watched, the more astonished he became.
He immediately picked up the landline beside him and ordered, "Lock onto the Quasi-Martial Artist shown by camera thirteen. Keep him in view."
The screens showed footage from cameras monitoring different parts of the town. Since so many cameras were recording, the images on the screens switched from time to time.
"Old Wang, look at that kid!"
On screen, more than a dozen gray blurs were constantly attacking a Quasi-Martial Artist.
They were thirteen H-Class Shadow Cat Monsters. The young Quasi-Martial Artist under attack wielded a spear and was handling the swarm with ease. It was none other than Li Qingxu.
"Micro-level movement technique!"
The burly man's eyes lit up as he stared intently at Li Qingxu, surrounded by thirteen Shadow Cat Monsters.
Every step Li Qingxu took was perfectly timed, allowing him to evade each Shadow Cat's attack with ease. The effortless, leisurely way he moved completely won over the two men.
Even some War General Level experts couldn't master a micro-level movement technique.
And this young Quasi-Martial Artist, who looked barely eighteen or nineteen, had already reached that level. His future was limitless—he had the bearing of a War God.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, the two men leaped to their feet in alarm.
The scene they had just watched had merely surprised them. What followed was so astonishing that it made them question reality.
The screen clearly showed a length of rebar protruding from broken concrete behind Li Qingxu.
Just as he stepped diagonally back to dodge a Shadow Cat's attack, he suddenly ducked his head. A Shadow Cat flew over him and slammed straight into the rebar.
As soon as he moved, it was as if he had anticipated another Shadow Cat's attack. His body reacted first.
"He's using the surroundings to help him dodge—and even to help him attack those Shadow Cats!"
"Good grief! Is this... Perfect Level?"
"Iron Monkey, what are you doing?!"
The officer beside him had already pulled out his phone and was contacting someone.
Seeing this, the burly man couldn't hold back either. He took out his phone and called the head of the Thunder Dojo in Jiangnan Base City. The Thunder Dojo was going to claim this man for itself!
Li Qingxu's movement technique on camera thirteen hadn't just caught the attention of the two men in that room. People from various factions in other rooms had noticed him too.
One after another, calls were made to the senior figures of their respective factions.
A Quasi-Martial Artist with a movement technique that seemed to have reached Perfect Level was beyond the realm of a genius. He was a prodigy!
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