One Sword, Instant Kill—You're the Strongest Sequence, Chapter 42

Su Yu immediately shut his mouth when he heard Su Xing's voice. He understood exactly what Su Xing intended to do, but it would easily draw the Spirit Cult's full firepower onto him alone. After thinking it over, his voice entered Su Xing's mind directly.

"Bro, this is too dangerous."

"You don't know how many priests the Spirit Cult has. Even if you're some mysterious expert, you definitely won't be able to withstand them. They could drown you with sheer numbers."

But Su Xing said nothing.

He merely glanced at Su Yu in his arms, then continued running upstairs.

Just as Su Xing reached the first floor, the bright lights above his head suddenly went out. The entire hospital was plunged into darkness, and at the same time, a deafening explosion rang out from outside the inpatient building.

Clearly,

the forces assigned by the special organization to protect the wounded had already clashed with the Spirit Cult.

Su Yu was no fool. He immediately used his newly awakened telepathy sequence to relay the news that the Spirit Cult had attacked the hospital to Liu Ming and the others, one by one.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at the flickering firelight beyond the stairwell window, he realized that the Spirit Cult's madness had exceeded his imagination. They simply had no regard for their lives. First they attacked the building, then the hospital. They were trying to wipe them all out!

A surge of rage rose from his abdomen and shot straight into his heart.

His face began to flush faintly. Seeing Su Xing's calm expression as he stared straight ahead, Su Yu felt somewhat steadier and thought silently:

I hope... reinforcements get here soon.

Inside a black sports car.

Liu Ming was speeding down the highway in a sports car.

A man sat in the passenger seat as well. He wore sunglasses, and his mouth was slightly crooked. Seeing Liu Ming's tense expression, he said irritably:

"Little brother, look at the state you've managed the south into. Now your big brother has to come clean up your mess."

"You still have time for idle chatter? I've been requesting support from headquarters the whole time, but they only kept sending a few insignificant third-tier sequence users. If you'd come earlier, would things have gotten this troublesome?!"

Liu Ming glanced at the man beside him, his voice agitated.

Inwardly, he kept praying, Faster. Faster! Liu Ming had never expected that the moment he went to meet the helper sent by headquarters, the Spirit Cult would choose to attack. Such madness made his heart tremble.

"Little brother, you've been away from home so long, yet you're still this impatient. That's why you were sent to this backwater in the south. Look at that kid Li Yu."

The man in sunglasses sighed, but there was still a smile on his lips. "Fine, fine. Seeing how anxious you are, let's go a little faster."

With that, he lightly snapped the fingers of his right hand.

Liu Ming's vision blurred, and then they were suddenly standing right outside the hospital entrance. Liu Ming stared at the scene in surprise, then blankly looked at his older brother beside him and asked solemnly:

"Bro, you've already broken through to the fourth tier?"

His older brother, Liu Chang, possessed the Space Ghost sequence. It ranked extremely high, second only to Li Yu and Su Yu, who had only recently emerged. At the organization's headquarters, he was one of the absolute standouts among the younger and middle-aged generation.

"Heh, more or less."

Liu Chang did not deny it. He merely glanced in surprise toward the rooftop of the inpatient building, then pointed in that direction and muttered:

"Third tier... such a strong third tier. Doesn't seem to be one of ours."

"What?"

Liu Ming had not clearly heard what Liu Chang said.

But Liu Chang said no more. He simply kicked Liu Ming in the ass and shouted, "Why aren't you going? If you're any slower, all your teammates will be dead. If something happens to Su Yu, you're absolutely screwed."

Liu Ming glanced at Liu Chang, said nothing further, and ran straight toward the hospital.

He knew his older brother would not act. Liu Chang often said that matters of the same tier should be handled by those of the same tier. Unless the Spirit Cult sent a fourth-tier expert, or Liu Chang determined that the situation was gradually becoming uncontrollable, he would not intervene.

Leaning against the hood of the car, Liu Chang took a cigarette from his pocket and silently lit it. Through the curling smoke, he watched his younger brother rush toward the battlefield and smiled.

"Brat, I didn't teach you for nothing."

"Still, Liu Ming will probably have a hard time dealing with so many priests."

Liu Chang raised his head and looked toward the top floor of the inpatient building. He took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled and answered his own question. "You must be that mysterious expert... Facing so many Spirit Cult priests at once, I'm quite curious how long you can last."

"If it really comes down to it... I should stretch my limbs too."

Bang!

Su Xing shoved open the door to the top floor of the inpatient building, strode inside, and placed Su Yu in a corner.

The entire hospital had now been plunged into darkness. Su Xing could only make out the general situation through the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

The hospital was already in complete chaos. The sudden darkness had fully triggered the fear of the ordinary people.

On top of that, the Spirit Cult and the special organization were fighting outside, with terrifying explosions erupting from time to time. The trembling ceiling, the dust flying everywhere—everything had exceeded the imagination of these ordinary doctors, nurses, and patients.

Su Xing stood by the window.

He sharply noticed the man in sunglasses standing beside the car below.

Though someone leaning against a car and smoking as if watching a monkey show under such circumstances was highly suspicious, Su Xing merely glanced at him before withdrawing his gaze.

Because...

Su Xing heard a series of footsteps approaching from outside the door.

His reason for choosing the rooftop was simple. Unlike other places, it was not cramped, where attacks could come from every direction and countless uncertainties remained.

The rooftop was wide enough to let Su Xing fight to the fullest extent.

At the same time, there was only one entrance. Su Xing did not need to worry about anyone attacking him from elsewhere, unless someone could fly directly into the sky at such a height—but that was practically impossible.

At least so far,

Su Xing had never heard of

any realm of sequence user that could fly, unless their sequence itself granted them the ability to fly. But those were ultimately rare even among the rare.

Thus, this rooftop—wide, high, and with only one entrance—had become Su Xing's best battlefield, and would also become the burial ground of the Spirit Cult priests.

Su Xing turned around, his gaze fixed firmly on the doorway.

He could sense several heavy breaths beyond the door. There seemed to be more than one person—at least six or seven peak third-tier sequence users. His eyes narrowed slightly.

A black sword suddenly condensed in his right hand, and a voice echoed through the top-floor space.

"Those who enter... die!!!"

"Those who enter... die!!!"

The cold voice reverberated through the empty space.

But the sequence users outside clearly did not take the threat seriously. One of them fiercely kicked through the iron door blocking their view of each other.

A huge hole instantly appeared in the iron door, and the lock shattered apart. The door swayed with a screeching groan, revealing the seven sequence users outside.

They all stared at Su Xing and Su Yu behind him, their expressions somewhat savage as they said darkly:

"Heh, I was wondering who it was."

"Isn't this that useless Su Yu's older brother? You think you can kill all seven of us—"

Before the Force Priest could finish speaking, a sword cry rang out. Su Xing had acted without another word!

Su Xing had been shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see what he held in his hand. These sequence users had not taken him seriously at all, believing he was merely putting on a brave front.

Thus, when that sword struck, none of them had time to react!

Only the Force Priest, whom Su Xing had targeted, reacted at the first instant. Every hair on his body stood on end as he threw himself to the side, then glared fiercely at Su Xing concealed in the darkness and roared:

"Who the fuck are you?!"

The Force Priest stared at Su Xing, then glanced from the corner of his eye toward where the sword light had struck. One of the priests who had been standing behind him had suddenly been cleaved in two, split left and right like a dried corpse, without even spilling any blood.

The power of that strike was absurdly monstrous.

Had he not reacted in time, he would be the one dead now instead of the unlucky fool behind him!

The other priests immediately grew serious upon seeing this. They all realized that Su Xing before them... did not seem to be an ordinary person. The Spirit Cult's intelligence had been wrong from the beginning!

"Who am I?"

"Heh, you know perfectly well."

Su Xing sneered. He held the black sword upright before him as violent white energy flowed out from it like water, gradually spreading across the entire top floor.

He stomped down with his right foot. His overwhelming strength instantly blasted apart the air. Amid the surging shockwaves, Su Xing shot forward like a cannonball and arrived before the Force Priest in an instant, slashing out with his sword!

"Fucking fast!"

The Force Priest's mind seemed to crash as he watched a thin white line cut through the darkness. Only when the blade was nearly upon his head did he react, somewhat sluggishly.

The Force Priest's expression changed drastically. No longer caring about anything else, his body suddenly swelled as an earthy yellow aura spread from his heart.

"Force Heart, activate!"

Force Heart was the Force Priest's sequence, ranked fifty-fourth.