One Against a Hundred, the First Practical Performance of Daoist and Martial Arts!

"It's him!"

"Kill him! Avenge the colonel!"

At the end of the corridor, Captain Anderson was the first to rush out.

The moment he saw the lone figure at the doorway, his eyes flooded with bloodlust.

The dozens of diehard soldiers behind him were like sharks that had caught the scent of blood.

They raised their guns and charged out with roars.

To them, Lin Xuan was merely a schemer who had succeeded through tricks and sneak attacks.

On an open battlefield, the steel torrent formed by dozens of automatic rifles was enough to shred any flesh-and-blood body.

There was no warning, no standoff.

The instant Anderson saw Lin Xuan, he hysterically roared a single word.

"Fire!"

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!

Violent tongues of flame erupted in an instant.

Dozens of automatic rifles unleashed their ammunition at once, weaving a dead-angle-free net of death that crashed down on Lin Xuan.

Bullets tore through the air with piercing shrieks.

Shell casings clattered onto the floor, bouncing and rolling, scorching hot.

The entire corridor was lit bright as day by muzzle flashes and streaking tracers.

A savage, cruel smile appeared on Anderson's face.

It was over.

No living creature could survive a barrage this dense.

That pretentious bastard would be reduced to a pile of mush in the next second.

Yet his smile soon froze on his face.

Amid the smoke and muzzle flashes, the figure not only failed to fall, but instead took a step forward.

Lin Xuan moved neither quickly nor slowly, as though taking a stroll in the rain.

A bullet screamed toward the center of his brow.

[Precognition: The bullet will arrive in 0.1 seconds.]

Lin Xuan merely tilted his head slightly to the left.

The deadly bullet grazed past his temple and blasted a deep hole into the wall behind him.

Another three-round burst sealed off every route of escape.

[Precognition: Three inches to the right of the body, left knee, below the throat.]

Lin Xuan's body swayed faintly, and his shoulder dipped half an inch.

All three bullets missed, leaving a string of sparks where he had been standing moments ago.

He continued forward.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

He walked straight into the storm-like barrage as if strolling through a garden.

The sight before the soldiers completely overturned everything they knew.

That man seemed to be protected by an invisible barrier.

Every bullet, at the very moment it was about to strike his body, veered past the hem of his clothes, the tips of his hair, or the soles of his shoes in an utterly bizarre manner.

The bullets were actively avoiding him.

"That's impossible!"

One soldier's voice cracked with overwhelming terror.

"A demon! He's a demon!"

"My bullets can't hit him! Why can't they hit him?!"

The soldiers firing had completely lost their minds.

Eyes wide, they held down their triggers and poured every last bit of firepower onto Lin Xuan.

They tried to drown that unbelievable figure beneath an even greater flood of bullets.

But it was all futile.

Under Know Cause Upon Thought's thirty seconds of absolute precognition, the trajectory of every bullet and every possible point of impact had been clearly calculated in Lin Xuan's mind.

His body always moved ahead of time, executing the most perfect, precise evasions with the smallest possible motions.

To outsiders, it looked like a miracle.

"Click."

The first soldier emptied his magazine.

Then came the second, then the third.

The gunfire gradually became sparse.

When the last soldier had fired every bullet in his magazine, only deathly silence and the thick smell of gunpowder remained in the corridor.

Dozens of soldiers trembled as if they had seen a ghost, staring at the figure who emerged from the smoke step by step, completely unscathed.

Not even a speck of dust had touched Lin Xuan.

His gaze remained calm and indifferent, as though he were looking at a swarm of ants.

"My turn."

He spoke softly.

The instant his words fell, his figure moved.

One second, he was still over ten meters away.

The next, an afterimage flashed past.

Anderson only saw a blur before an irresistible force slammed into his chest.

Lin Xuan charged straight into the midst of the soldiers, who had already lost all will to fight.

This time, he showed no mercy.

To these ordinary soldiers, his speed and strength were as swift as a ghost's.

One soldier had just raised his rifle butt, attempting one final struggle.

Lin Xuan was already before him. His index and middle fingers came together like a sword, lightly tapping the soldier's wrist.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

The soldier let out a shrill scream. His wrist bent backward at an unnatural angle, and his rifle flew from his hand.

Another soldier lunged at Lin Xuan from the side, trying to grab him.

Without even looking, Lin Xuan swung an elbow backward, striking precisely between the man's shoulder blades.

The soldier's body abruptly curled up like a cooked shrimp. He spat out a mouthful of sour fluid, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out on the spot.

"Kill him! Get him!"

Captain Anderson roared fiercely despite his fear, but he himself was quietly backing away, trying to escape this hell.

Yet after taking only two steps, he felt his nape tighten.

A hand, like an iron clamp, seized hold of his fate.

Lin Xuan did not even turn around. He simply reached back and accurately grabbed Anderson by the throat, lifting him like a chick.

The battle became a one-sided slaughter.

No, it did not even qualify as a slaughter.

It was more like a precise surgical operation.

Lin Xuan moved through the crowd, every strike stripped down to the utmost simplicity.

With a single finger thrust, one soldier convulsed all over and collapsed to the ground, drained of all strength.

With one chopping palm strike, another soldier's shoulder joint was cleanly dislocated with a dull pop.

Every one of his attacks landed precisely on a vulnerable point of the human body.

The temples, carotid arteries, spine, joints.

Attacks imbued with psychic power were not merely physical blows. They could instantly destroy the opponent's nervous system, leaving them in such agony that they lost all ability to resist.

Less than three minutes later.

Not a single person remained standing in the corridor.

Dozens of soldiers lay sprawled across the floor, groaning and twisting in pain.

Not one had died.

But every one of them had lost the ability to fight.

The entire cleanup had flowed as smoothly as clouds and water, filled with a brutal aesthetic.

"Bang."

Lin Xuan casually tossed Captain Anderson, who had been scared shitless, onto the floor. His gaze swept over the wrecked battlefield without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

A combat power of 50 was inherently overwhelming against ordinary people.

Just then, a commotion broke out beyond the base perimeter.

In the distance, a large crowd appeared in the shadows.

They were villagers from nearby settlements. Alarmed by the intense gunfire earlier and seeing the base gates standing open without guards, they had gathered their courage and cautiously approached to see what had happened.

When they reached the front of the command building, they happened to witness the hellish scene before them.

A man dressed in plain clothes stood in the middle, completely unscathed.

At his feet lay Red Ribbon Army soldiers, writhing and howling in pain.

Those demons who usually threw their weight around and regarded the villagers as worthless grass were now sprawled humbly on the ground like dead dogs.

And that man exuded an authority so overwhelming that it made their very souls tremble.

The villagers stopped in their tracks and stared blankly at the scene, their minds utterly empty.

Then, an old village chief with a face full of wrinkles suddenly had an unbelievable light burst from his clouded eyes.

He remembered the "voice of a god" that had proclaimed judgment over the base broadcast.

He remembered the god they had prayed to day and night during the years of enslavement.

The old chief's body began to shake violently. He abruptly shoved aside the people around him and rushed to the front.

With a thud.

He dropped to both knees and, with all his strength, slammed his head heavily against the ground in Lin Xuan's direction.

"God... a god has descended to save us!"

His aged, trembling voice tore through the silent night.

His action was like a signal.

The hundreds of villagers behind him froze at first, then their faces filled with fanatical excitement—the exhilaration of those who had survived a catastrophe.

They all fell to their knees, like a surging tide.

"O God!"

"Thank you, God!"

Their devout and fervent cries merged together, resounding through the heavens.