Showcase Body Technique, Shocking Major Powers

The small town was in a state of utter disrepair, filled with collapsed buildings and reduced to complete ruins.

The roars of beasts echoed from all directions, as if they would burst forth at any moment to tear apart any living thing.

Li Qingxu stood before a collapsed small building, his alloy spear held firmly in his hand.

The building was situated in the blind spot of the searchlights, yet in the dimness, a pair of glowing green pupils emerged.

Those eyes were filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

"Meow~"

The next moment, a gray shadow suddenly darted from the darkness. With a single leap, it lunged toward Li Qingxu's throat, its five sharp claws glinting like blades.

Illuminated by the light, it was revealed to be a feline creature about half a meter long, its body a dark gray—a Shadow Cat!

But Li Qingxu's reaction was even faster. As the Shadow Cat sprang, he took a step forward and to the right, shifting his stance from facing the beast head-on to a side-profile.

The entire movement was completed in an instant, and the Shadow Cat's razor-sharp claws swiped through the air where he had just been.

Simultaneously, a flash of cold light appeared; Li Qingxu's alloy spear had already anticipated the creature's trajectory.

Before the Shadow Cat could even land, the sharp spearhead had pierced through its neck.

"Meow!"

Accompanied by a shrill cry and a spray of beast blood, the Shadow Cat was skewered in mid-air.

Had it been on the ground, it might have been able to maneuver, but it had dared to attack while airborne!

If the strike had landed, it would have been fine, but once the attack was dodged, the creature in mid-air became nothing more than a sitting duck.

Unless it could change direction in mid-air, it was impossible for it to evade Li Qingxu's strike.

Just then, perhaps drawn by the Shadow Cat's dying cries or the scent of blood, two more equally swift Shadow Cats darted out from the dim building.

When they were still several meters away, one of them also leaped into the air, extending its claws toward Li Qingxu's face.

Li Qingxu took a step, and his alloy spear thrust forward.

A point of cold light arrived first, followed by the spear striking like a dragon.

The leaping Shadow Cat was pierced through two meters away from Li Qingxu.

It joined the first one, both of them skewered on the spear.

The remaining Shadow Cat seemed smarter and did not rush in recklessly.

Instead, it darted around the perimeter, stopping occasionally with agile movements, its bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Li Qingxu as if searching for an opening.

Li Qingxu stood holding the spear with one hand, the tip pointing downward, as a light breeze ruffled his shoulder-length hair.

Sensing danger, the Shadow Cat turned and bolted toward the dim, ruined building.

"Too slow."

Li Qingxu murmured, gripping the spear shaft with a backhand hold, his gaze tracking the Shadow Cat's movement.

The next moment, the spear left his hand.

Under the moonlight, the pearlescent alloy spear cut through the night sky like a white snake flicking its tongue, accompanied by a piercing hiss.

Just as the Shadow Cat was about to dive into the collapsed building, the alloy spear descended from above, precisely piercing its neck and pinning it to the ground.

In ancient times, there was Run Tu stabbing a badger under the moon; today, there is Li Qingxu stabbing a Shadow Cat under the moon.

The Shadow Cat was fast, reaching speeds of 40 meters per second, comparable to an intermediate warrior.

If an ordinary prospective martial artist encountered one, they would be unable to dodge its attacks or even keep up with its movements.

But in front of the Technique Emperor, the Shadow Cat didn't even get a chance to touch the hem of Li Qingxu's clothes.

No stat bonuses, just pure technique.

As for whether he had reached his limit, let's just say these three Hakimi were still a bit lacking.

Li Qingxu strolled over and pulled the spear from the ground.

The Shadow Cat's corpse slid off the spear.

After placing the three left ears into his backpack, he hoisted his spear and continued forward.

He did not go out of his way to hunt the monsters, but instead scanned his surroundings.

Hundreds of meters later, beside a small-to-medium-sized ruined building, a flicker of red light swayed back and forth.

It was not the pupil of a monster, but a real-time surveillance camera!

"Found you."

A smile touched the corners of Li Qingxu's mouth.

As time ticked by, bloody battles were breaking out in every corner of this enclosed town!

Although these H-rank monsters were similar in strength to the prospective martial artists, humans possessed one advantage: intelligence!

The lowest-tier H-rank monsters had no intelligence, possessing only the instincts of a beast.

Within the enclosed town, the slaughter continued unabated.

Some prospective martial artists were injured during their first skirmish with monsters, forcing them to press the button on their communication watches to call for help and accept failure.

Not far from the enclosed small town, inside a large building, a multitude of surveillance screens displayed everything happening in every sector of the town.

"How amateurish their methods are!"

"Indeed. Watching them reminds me of my own youth; that was the vigor of the setting sun."

In one of the rooms within this building, an officer sat drinking with a burly man, while the large screen on the wall played the slaughter unfolding in the town.

"Hm?!"

Suddenly, the officer looked at the screen in surprise, his shock growing the longer he watched.

The officer immediately pressed the fixed-line phone beside him and ordered, "Lock onto the prospective martial artist filmed by camera number 13. Lock onto him."

The screens displayed footage monitoring various parts of the town, and because there were many cameras filming, the images on the screens switched from time to time.

"Old Wang, look at that little guy!"

On the screen, no fewer than a dozen gray shadows were continuously attacking a single prospective martial artist.

Those gray shadows were thirteen H-level Shadow Cats, and the young prospective martial artist under attack held a long spear, moving with ease amidst the swarm of cats. This person was Li Qingxu.

"Micro-level footwork!"

The burly man's eyes shone, staring intently at Li Qingxu under the assault of the thirteen Shadow Cats.

Every step Li Qingxu took was perfectly timed, allowing him to evade the attacks of every Shadow Cat with ease. The sense of strolling through a courtyard completely captivated the two men.

Micro-level footwork was something even some War General-level experts could not achieve.

Yet this young prospective martial artist, who looked only eighteen or nineteen, had already reached the micro-level. His future was boundless; he possessed the potential of a War God.

"Wait, no!"

Suddenly, both men stood up in alarm.

The previous scene had only surprised them, but what followed made them doubt their own eyes.

The screen clearly showed that behind and to the side of Li Qingxu, the steel bars within the broken concrete were exposed.

Just as he took a step back and to the side to dodge an attack from one Shadow Cat, he suddenly lowered his head, and another Shadow Cat streaked over his head, crashing straight into the steel bars.

After he moved, it was as if he had pre-emptively predicted the attack point of another Shadow Cat, his body reacting in advance.

"He is using the surrounding environment to assist his evasion, and even to help him attack those Shadow Cats!"

"Hiss! 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 could no longer hold back either, pulling out his phone to contact the president of the Thunder Dojo in Jiangnan Base City. This person was someone his Thunder Dojo had to have!

Li Qingxu's footwork, captured by camera number 13, was not only seen by the two men in this room; personnel from various factions in other rooms had also taken notice.

Calls were rapidly placed to the higher-ups of the factions they represented.

A prospective martial artist suspected of having Perfect-level footwork was no longer just a genius; he was a monster!