第10章 一刀惊魂

Su Ming still took off this incredibly flashy outfit.

Just kidding, he could easily picture the spectacular scene of swaggering through the streets in this attire, being hunted down and mobbed like a road-showing celebrity.

Perhaps being a celebrity wouldn't be so bad?

Yet Su Ming didn't have the slightest fondness for that hypocritical vanity fair.

He instantly abandoned the thought.

The old tailor's craftsmanship truly was top-notch; this crimson suit was practically a piece of work of art, and coupled with the silver carved mask, it elevated the style several times over like the finishing touch on a painting.

He had better put it back on during missions that required concealing his identity...

Keeping a low profile ordinarily was never wrong.

Afghanistan, Kunar Province.

Under Obadiah's arrangements, Su Ming arrived at this location where Tony showcased the Jericho missile.

Looking at the mountain flattened into ruins by the missile in the distance, Su Ming sighed that it was best to stay as far away from things like missiles as possible.

At that moment, his phone rang, and Obadiah's angry voice came through:

"This bunch of faithless scum, they've imprisoned Tony--how is that any different from protecting him?

Dammit~

Why didn't you kill him!?

Mr. Destiny, I request that you immediately head to their armed stronghold and finish off Tony! It'd be best to wipe out that damn terrorist group of the Ten Rings Gang along the way!"

He hung up the phone right after speaking.

So the plot had already progressed to this point?

There really were quite a few people with their eyes on Tony Stark!

Did those fools in the Ten Rings Gang actually dare to vainly attempt threatening Tony into building the Jericho missile for them?

Even if he didn't make a move, Tony would sort them all out.

He had originally planned to make his move after Tony was kidnapped, and thought he would have to wait a few more days in this barren wasteland.

Now it seemed the timing was just right.

He leisurely took off his outer coat to reveal the crimson suit, put on the mask, and strode off at a flying pace in the general direction provided by Obadiah.

The driver on the side watched the mysterious Eastern youth take off his coat as if changing into a different person, his aura so dazzling that the driver couldn't bear to look straight at him.

"Son of the beach! He's as pretty as a broad!"

While the driver was still secretly envying Su Ming's appearance, a great gust of wind swept up yellow sand and rushed right at his face.

"Cough, cough~"

The sand and dust dispersed, and the driver stood frozen in place:

"WHAT THE F...?? Where... where did he go?"

This was the first time Su Ming had run at full strength after fully upgrading his Level 1 Physique Enhancement to its fifth tier.

The air pressure formed behind him kicked up a whirlwind, carrying yellow sand that gradually trailed behind Su Ming and stretched out; viewed from afar, it looked just like Su Ming's golden cape.

Running for nearly two hours, Su Ming only felt his speed getting faster and faster--of course, his speed still fell far short of The Flash.

A speed just over 100km/h might not count for much here, but keep in mind that this was achieved by Su Ming using his two legs out in the desert.

Without having exchanged for The Flash's talent yet, you could say he had reached a certain height.

When a small-scale valley appeared in front of him, the corners of Su Ming's mouth curved upward:

"Found it at last..."

Obadiah had only given him a rough location, yet Su Ming relied on his extraordinary physical stamina and field of vision, after searching for nearly two hours, to actually track it down.

Su Ming saw scattered mooks distributed inside and outside the valley, with all sorts of weapons and ammunition piled casually off to the side, all of them sprayed with "Stark Industries" logos of varying sizes.

"Not only did they kidnap Stark using weapons manufactured by Stark, but they're going to continue threatening Stark into manufacturing weapons for them using Stark's weapons--it's utterly laughable."

Tony Stark himself probably thought the same way.

Walking to a position about two kilometers away, Su Ming came to a halt.

The crimson suit was like a rose blooming in a barren desert, exceptionally eye-catching. Yet the men of the Ten Rings Gang did not possess Su Ming's far-reaching vision and noticed nothing at all.

His ultra-long-distance vision swept across the military forces in the valley, and Su Ming slowly drew a flying knife.

He wanted to test the power of the flying knife.

Now was the exact time.

As his pupils shifted and locked onto a certain coordinate.

Su Ming moved.

There were no overly large motions, just raising his hand and throwing--as casual as brushing the dust from his shoulder.

Yet the titanium flying knife flashed away at a speed far exceeding conventional logic.

Only after flying nearly a thousand meters did a deafening, explosive boom resound.

Su Ming squinted his eyes to observe as the flying knife vanished into the valley in the blink of an eye--failing to hit any enemies.

Four-tenths of his strength.

He had done it on purpose.

Until he saw from afar that the flying knife had detonated a small pile of munitions, causing a large number of terrorists to stream out of the temporary base one after another, roaring and firing their guns yet unable to find any target at all.

Su Ming threw another flying knife once more...

This time he used six-tenths of his strength.

The moment the flying knife left his hand, it produced a supersonic sonic boom that ruffled Su Ming's hair.

When the rolling sandstorm blew into the valley, not a single gunshot could be heard anymore.

Before the Ten Rings Gang bandits even had time to make any reaction, a cold glint forced its way into their eyes, pierced through their bodies, shredded their internal organs, and shattered their torsos...

Those unfortunates directly struck by the flying knife had their bodies pierced, only for the subsequent force to further ravage them until the entire person exploded right where they stood, scattering into fragments.

Those fortunate enough not to be struck by the flying knife were knocked head over heels and sent spinning in disorientation by the ensuing fierce gale.

The valley terrain was special, possessing only a single path.

The lucky ones beneath the flying knife weren't very numerous; after a single strike, the ground remained littered with severed limbs and broken arms.

Previously, what these terrorists loved most was appreciating the instant red and white blood-blossoms when a head was blown open by a bullet, but they never expected that today it would be their turn--with their bodies exploding instead.

Those who died on the spot were the fortunate ones.

The so-called survivors had only half a body left as they rolled upon the ground, screaming while awaiting death.

The uninjured lucky ones stared with wide eyes, looking blankly at the sky as they had no idea what on earth had just happened...

Had they encountered a bombing?

Yet they hadn't even seen an aircraft!

Even if there were an aircraft, the sound of the engines could never have escaped their ears.

What on earth was it?

"Clop... clop..."

The sand and dust gradually subsided.

Footsteps resounded within the valley.

The terrorists long ago lacked the courage to face an unknown enemy, and the drumbeat-like pounding of their hearts was their biggest movement now.

Su Ming strolled leisurely into the valley, the effect of that earlier knife slightly exceeding his expectations.

Who would have thought that a mere single flying knife could smash out the effect of an artillery shell?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ truly tragic..."

Watching the purgatory-like scene around him, Su Ming clicked his tongue in lamentation while wearing a smile upon his face.

He looked just like an emissary sent from hell.

The bandits finally managed to make out the enemy clearly...

No heavy weapons and firearms, no heavy armor, nor was there a massive crowd--just a single person.

He was all alone!!

And he was still wearing a brightly red, flamboyant formal suit!

He was even wearing a mask!

If you're such a pretty boy, why aren't you going to Broadway? Asshole!

Realizing that the enemy consisted of just one person with no formidable weapons, the bandits instantly forgot the fear they had felt moments before.

What use was a flashy appearance??

What they were going to kill was a handsome guy!!

The AK-47 in their hands was the true reality of this world!

Stimulated by the triple influences of bloody violence and jealousy, the brains of the bandits finally went completely berserk!

They raised their weapons, screamed frantically, and pulled the triggers toward Su Ming.

"Tat-tat-tat..."

Su Ming flashed out of sight and vanished.

He certainly didn't want to ruin the old tailor's painstaking work just like that; the crimson suit and mask could prevent damage from bullets, so he had best avoid it whenever possible...

Amidst his dodging, playing cards shot forth from his hand.

The force packed within a hundred meters was just enough to drive the playing cards all the way into the bandits' skulls.

Screams once again whipped up a new climax...

The slaughter had begun.