Translator: CinderTL
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Suburban Area.
Outside an old courtyard with a history of over thirty years.
A sedan rushed over.
As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, Shen Zhengxian hurriedly got out.
A property management company staff member, who had arrived in advance, immediately stepped forward to greet him.
"President Shen."
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie led the greeting.
"Financial Advisor, what's the situation?"
"Tie Zhu and A Hu both led their men inside, but soon after, we heard screams, and then… silence."
The man in the suit, codenamed "Financial Advisor," spoke in a low voice, his eyes carrying a hint of fear.
"Tie Zhu and A Hu?"
Shen Zhengxian's pupils shrank.
They were among his most reliable subordinates.
Both were skilled fighters who had practiced to the Strength Exertion grade.
Normally, when collecting garbage disposal fees, parking fees, and cleaning fees from shops in the district, no one dared to resist.
Against ordinary untrained people, each of them could take on ten at a time.
"How many people did they take inside?"
"Tie Zhu took five, and A Hu took eight."
The Financial Advisor lowered his voice slightly as he continued, "None of them have made a sound since."
Shen Zhengxian glanced at the wide-open courtyard gate. There was no light coming from inside, and a chill ran down his spine.
Hei Bao took six men, Tie Zhu five, and A Hu eight...
That meant this courtyard had swallowed up twenty-two of his company's best fighters?
And that included three martial artists who had mastered strength?
"Li Chunjun and Li Wanqing—are they really just ordinary civilians?"
Shen Zhengxian couldn't help but ask.
"A month ago, when we made our move, we thoroughly investigated the Li family's background for three generations. They were all farmers with no connections or influence. After their parents divorced, their lives were quite unremarkable—one of them was even tricked into going abroad, and no one knows whether they're dead or alive. Li Chunjun and Li Wanqing, this pair of siblings, are just ordinary people… The only notable thing is that Li Wanqing is rather attractive; otherwise, Young Master Xuan wouldn't have taken an interest in her."
The Financial Advisor responded quickly.
Shen Zhengxian frowned.
"Where is Lei Ting?"
"He'll be here soon."
The Financial Advisor replied.
Less than half a minute later, the deep rumble of an engine echoed from afar.
Soon after, a burly man rode in on a motorcycle, roaring onto the scene with a deafening noise.
Seeing this man, Shen Zhengxian's face lit up with a smile.
"Lei Ting."
"Boss."
The man removed his helmet and got off the bike.
With a few steps, he arrived in front of Shen Zhengxian.
"Who do I kill?"
His expression was indifferent.
Straight to the point.
"In there."
Shen Zhengxian pointed to the courtyard.
"Be careful. Hei Bao, Tie Zhu, and A Hu have all been taken down."
"An Internal Strength Martial Artist?"
Lei Ting asked.
"Not sure. According to our intel, it was just supposed to be dealing with two little nobodies. But things went south fast… Something strange is going on."
Shen Zhengxian replied.
"Understood."
Lei Ting responded simply and strode into the courtyard.
Shen Zhengxian, the Financial Advisor, and over a dozen property management personnel who had surrounded the courtyard clearly had absolute confidence in Lei Ting and followed him inside.
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The World of Cultivation
In this world, Immortal Cultivators reign supreme.
But cultivation depends heavily on talent. Those without spiritual roots are almost fated to never step onto the path of immortality.
And spiritual roots are exceedingly rare—one in ten thousand, if that.
Fortunately, the heavens never seal off all paths.
Even without spiritual roots, one can pursue martial arts, open the bridge between heaven and earth, perceive spiritual energy, and thus cultivate in the path of body refinement.
Because of this, beneath the Immortal Cultivators who refine Qi, there exists the Martial Path, divided into External Training, Internal Strength, Integration, and Innate Realms.
External Training strengthens muscles and bones. Internal Strength fortifies the organs. The unity of both connects one to the heavens.
A master of External Training alone could serve as the top enforcer of a small syndicate or be recruited as an instructor in any martial arts hall, earning hundreds of thousands a year.
And Lei Ting…
Was an Internal Strength Martial Artist!
A martial artist proficient in Internal Strength had their five viscera and six bowels fully reinforced, making them akin to a small superhuman. As long as weapons were not involved, even dozens or hundreds of ordinary men wouldn't be enough to take them down.
They were known as a "Hundred-Man Slayer."
Ever since Immortal Cultivators took control of the world, firearms and other modern weapons had been strictly prohibited—no one dared to possess them.
In such a world, martial artists who had mastered Internal Strength became major figures in society.
Even the security chief of a prestigious family like the Jin Clan was only at the Internal Strength level.
For Sanxing Property Service Company to dominate hundreds of shops, dozens of residential areas, and six shopping malls in North City—freely collecting various fees—it relied on Jin Guangming's connections at the top and Lei Ting's strength on the ground.
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"Click."
One by one, mobile phone flashlights and handheld torches turned on, driving away the darkness within the courtyard.
As they stepped past the courtyard and into the house, Shen Zhengxian, who had seen his fair share of dangerous situations, couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Corpses!
Dead bodies were sprawled everywhere in all directions!
Blood flowed freely, with severed limbs and broken arms filling the entire living room.
At first glance, it seemed like they had entered a hellish battlefield.
Several property management personnel from Sanxing who followed behind turned pale at once.
Especially when they recognized the identities of some of the bodies, their breathing became rapid, and they nearly vomited.
"It's Supervisor Tie."
"Is this... Captain Hu!?"
"Who did this!? Who dares to kill people!? To kill our Sanxing Property people!?"
Repressed gasps, fear, and anger could be heard echoing throughout.
The lights flashed around, searching for the murderer.
Soon, all the light converged on the stairs, where a blood-soaked figure was sitting.
The man was wearing a hospital gown that now appeared nearly soaked in blood. His face and hair were also covered in blood.
And his eyes...
Calm.
Apathy.
There was no emotion conveyed in his gaze.
When the light shone on him, as though by instinct, he turned his eyes toward it.
Just a brief glance made everyone in the room feel a chill rise from the base of their spines, spreading through their entire bodies, reaching the top of their heads.
Several people even shivered involuntarily.
"Is he the only one alive? Did he kill them!?"
At this point, someone couldn't suppress their astonishment and cried out.
Their voice was filled with disbelief.
Shen Zhengxian, startled by the cry, briefly focused his attention.
He stared at the blood-soaked figure, and with the help of the light, he confirmed his identity.
According to the instructions given by Jin Guangming, he always paid extra attention to such matters. He had reviewed Li Chunjun's information and photos dozens of times, and there was no way he could mistake him.
The person in front of him was...
Li Chunjun!
But...
"How is this possible!?"
The data showed that Li Chunjun was just an ordinary student.
Modern students are afraid to even kill a chicken, let alone a person!
It must have been someone else!
"Who is it!? Who is going against our Sanxing Property!?"
Shen Zhengxian shouted.
His voice echoed through the house.
At this moment, Li Chunjun, who had been sitting at the stairs, stood up and held a sword in his hand.
"You saw it, right?"
Li Chunjun raised his hand. "My hand is shaking."
But Shen Zhengxian's gaze was fixed on the sword in his hand.
A Hu's sword.
He had spent over a million to hire a sword master to forge a famous sword, which was given to him as a gift when he accomplished a great feat.
But now...
"Stop pretending!"
Lei Ting, who had already put on a pair of specially made gloves, stepped forward.
"Die!"
A loud roar, a charge, a punch.
Almost the instant he dashed forward, Li Chunjun, sword in hand, suddenly exploded with force from his feet.
His movements were strange, unrefined, yet under his immense momentum, his body shot forward like a compressed spring.
A surge of overwhelming strength traveled through his spine, accumulating into his arms, causing the sword in his grip to gleam with a chilling radiance, piercing the air in an instant.
The sword was so fast that it emitted a sharp whistle as it cut through the dark night!
Lei Ting's expression changed!
Having seen the gruesome fates of Hei Bao, Tie Zhu, and Tiger before him, he was already on high alert.
But just as Shen Zhengxian found it impossible to believe that a mere student with a broken leg could suddenly become a bloodthirsty warrior who slaughtered over twenty people, Lei Ting had also been keeping an eye on his surroundings, wary of an ambush rather than solely focusing on Li Chunjun.
Because of this, when the sword came screeching toward him with a piercing whistle, he was a fraction of a second too slow to react.
However, as an experienced inner-strength martial artist, his battle instincts were razor-sharp.
His blood surged like molten lava.
His entire body entered an adrenaline-fueled response state.
In this state, his speed and reflexes reached a whole new level.
He transformed his punch into an open palm, precisely catching the incoming sword!
The force behind the sword was immense, driving the blade toward his forehead, stopping only three centimeters away—unable to move an inch further!
Sparks flew as the custom-made gloves clashed against the blade.
The sheer precision of this catch perfectly demonstrated Lei Ting's mastery and courage as an inner-strength martial artist!
The moment he stopped the sword, his other hand spread wide like a dragon's claw, aiming for Li Chunjun's throat—ready to crush it in the next second!
But before his grip could close, Li Chunjun, in perfect sync with his sword, surged forward.
His left foot pressed down, his body lifted off the ground, and his right knee, powered by his 80-kilogram frame and gravity's acceleration, slammed viciously into Lei Ting's chest!
"Boom!"
A violent collision!
Lei Ting was sent flying as if hit by a car speeding at 80 km/h!
The point of impact caved in instantly, his ribs shattering. Some fragments pierced his internal organs, and before he even hit the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of blackened blood.
His body crashed into two of his subordinates behind him.
He died on the spot!
One strike!
Life or death decided in an instant!
There was no flair in this deadly battle—only raw brutality.
Life or death was determined in a mere second.
"Lei Ting!?"
"Boss!"
"What the—!?"
Shocked, horrified voices erupted in the living room.
Unbelievable!
Unimaginable!
Shen Zhengxian, who had thoroughly investigated Li Chunjun's background—even digging into his family history for three generations—was left utterly speechless.
A nobody with neither power nor wealth, a man destined to be nothing more than a bottom feeder of society, had not only wiped out three teams from Sanxing Security but had now, right in front of him, brutally slain one of their top enforcers!?
And with overwhelming, dominating strength!?
This…
How was this possible!?
As Shen Zhengxian reeled from shock, Li Chunjun landed back on the ground.
The moment his feet touched down, he stomped hard.
"Boom!"
A surge of force erupted.
The old ceramic tiles beneath him cracked instantly from the sheer impact.
Power surged from the ground!
At full force, he seemed like a terrifying beast, his entire body radiating killing intent as he lunged at the nearest muscular man.
The sheer brutality rolling off him caused the man's mind to freeze.
Like a bow drawn to its limit, the sword shot forward like a dragon.
"Slash!"
The man, trapped in Li Chunjun's aura, couldn't even react—he could only watch in horror as the icy blade pierced his throat, emerging clean through the back of his neck!
Then, with a single horizontal sweep, Li Chunjun nearly severed the man's neck before carrying the momentum toward another unfortunate victim.
The masterfully crafted, million-dollar sword finally showcased its true worth.
Razor-sharp!
As the blade cut through the second man's throat, it sliced effortlessly through his trachea, esophagus, arteries, veins, and even his spine!
Bright red blood gushed from his severed artery, painting the living room in a gruesome display—like fireworks bursting in the night sky.
(End of the Chapter)
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