Chapter 21 The first battle! D-class psyker!
Wang Jixuan took the initiative!
The silver-haired old man stumbled backward and hit the elevator wall!
The two strong men reacted quickly and were about to draw their guns and shoot immediately, but Wang Jixuan had already moved his hands forward. Amidst the rapid and short sound of breaking through the air, the two thugs covered their necks and slowly slipped.
Wang Jixuan's heart was full of warning signs!
The silver-haired old man had actually launched a counterattack, aiming at Wang Jixuan’s front door with a fist wrapped in blue light and slamming it down!
It’s too late to get short!
Wang Jixuan shook his head, leaned his body sideways, and barely dodged the opponent's straight hook. Not good at hand-to-hand combat, he immediately chose to jump backwards to distance himself, and threw out three utility knives with his right hand!
The old man's punch missed and he chased outwards. The elevator shook back and forth when he stepped on it. He did not dodge at all when facing the sharp blade coming from him. He just raised his hand to protect his face!
The mottled breath in the old man's body is expanding rapidly, and the old man's body is also beginning to inflate like a balloon.
The utility knife accurately shot the back of the old man's hand!
There was no scene of blood splattering;
The three utility knives were embedded into the back of the old man’s hand two millimeters deep, and were thrown to the ground by the old man.
"Who are you!"
The old man's voice was like the roar of a lion.
Wang Jixuan did not answer, but quickly retreated and rushed around the corner. Several nuts shot out with the sound of breaking through the air, knocking down the Black Fire Gang thugs who were holding cards and looking up.
With no worries for the time being, Wang Jixuan turned around and looked at the silver-haired old man rushing from behind.
The old man's explosive muscles bulged in his body, which had already burst his custom-made suit!
The voice of 'Bartender' Kooncho sounded in Wang Jixuan's heart, full of shock.
"He, he is actually a psyker! Our number three figure in Blackfire is a psyker! Oh my god! He has been in the lower city for more than twenty years! Shouldn't he be fighting those blade beasts!"
He is indeed a psyker!
This old psyker is the third person in the Black Fire Gang he is looking for, ‘Giant Bone Fish’ Wen Heisen!
Close combat!
Wang Jixuan clenched his fist slightly, his eyes were filled with golden light, his toes touched the ground, and his body quickly retreated backwards.
Wen Heisen clenched his iron fist and attacked fiercely, like a human rhinoceros. The fist he swung was powerful enough to blast open the alloy door!
Wang Jixuan didn't just dodge, he kept throwing the utility knife blade hidden in his sleeve at Wen Heisen.
Facing the invincible 'Qi Flying Knife' of ordinary gangsters, now it can only tickle Wen Heisen, leaving shallow blood marks and clear pain on his body.
"You're looking for death! Ah!"
Wen Heisen cursed loudly, his eyes were blood red and his expression was frantic.
This reminded Wang Jixuan of the demonic physical cultivation that swallowed blood souls and was recorded in the sect's ancient books.
Facing such a powerful enemy for the first time in this world, Wang Jixuan's Taoist heart was eager to try.
It seemed like he... suddenly found a soulmate?
Yes, that’s what it feels like!
Even if the gang leader in front of him was a murderer and engaged in organ transplant business, Wang Jixuan was very interested in his characteristics that were completely different from ordinary human beings!
Wang Jixuan raised his sword with his left hand and kept pointing it forward, and put his right hand behind his back.
[Low-level movement technique: Wind Riding Technique]!
The strong airflow produced by Wen Heisen's fist became Wang Jixuan's reliance. Wang Jixuan spread the breath of his Dantian throughout his body. His muscles stretched and his body was like a feather, being pushed by the wind of the fist. Drifting left and right.
After hitting the air with more than ten punches in a row, Wen Heisen was out of anger!
Wang Jixuan became more and more calm, and had almost estimated the opponent's strength.
In terms of strength, he is at an absolute disadvantage.
Although the aura in this psyker's body is mottled and impure, the total amount of this aura is comparable to that of a monk in the third level of the Foundation Establishment Realm who has 'returned to his true nature'.
In Wang Jixuan's original world, cultivation was divided into four major realms - foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, and ascension. The four realms are each divided into different categories. There are four realms for foundation building, three realms for Jindan and Nascent Soul, only two realms for ascension, and the final realm is Mahayana.
As a former Mahayana monk, Wang Jixuan's judgment is basically reliable.
Although there is a lot of aura in Wen Heisen's body, it is very mottled, even more chaotic than those quick-acting magic cultivators that use pills, soul-devouring techniques, and dual cultivation techniques.
In addition, the silver-haired old man didn't know how to use the energy in his body.
Is this a psyker?
There is no technique, no method, it will only force the energy in the body to bless the body. This kind of rough blessing itself is devastation and harm to the body, and life span will probably be lost as a result.
‘It’s true that some of them are unworthy of publicity. ’
Wang Jixuan was sighing in his heart, Wen Heisen was on the verge of rage.
He has thrown thirty-six consecutive punches! I have chased him for most of the circle in the circular corridor on the second floor!
But he couldn’t even touch the clothes of the young man in front of him!
Seven or eight of Wenheisen's henchmen rushed out of the room connected to the circular corridor, but before these men could raise their guns, their Adam's apples were shattered by the nuts fired at them.
Only then did Wen Heisen realize that he was being played by the slippery young man in front of him!
The calm gaze of the young man in front of him made him feel hugely humiliated!
“Ah!”
Wen Heisen's skin suddenly turned blood red!
Wang Jixuan's figure fell, and his right hand that had been behind his back suddenly grasped a standard-caliber pistol.
Wen Heisen stepped forward violently, and the soles of his feet that swelled twice broke the leather shoes, and there was an obvious dent in the concrete floor!
Bend your legs and pounce forward!
Wen Heisen was shaped like a human-shaped cannonball, charging straight at Wang Jixuan with a sound explosion!
Wang Jixuan had already expected it. The four magical charms attached to the inside of his outer trousers were lit up at the same time. He took two steps to the left and turned in a half circle with his toes to the top of his head as the axis.
Wen Heisen passed him by and smashed the one-meter-high thickened glass behind him!
Wang Jixuan’s calculation of the charging angle of the ‘Giant Fish’ was just right. In fact, he already knew before:
When his practice skills are combined with the powerful firearms in this world, it will be a sure kill!
Now he can also say:
Fellow Taoist, times have changed!
Wang Jixuan raised the gun, with a calm smile on his face, and pulled the trigger with his finger continuously!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
In the gushing gunfire, six bullets were fired at Wen Heisen's back and back of the head...
Eh?
Wang Jixuan was startled for a moment because he saw... six obvious depressions appeared on Wen Heisen's back and back of his head, but there was no blood splattered in the depressions.
Wen Heisen was like a bloody bear at this moment. His body shook hard, and six warheads were ejected almost at the same time, falling to the ground with a crisp impact.
no!
Can't even penetrate at such a close distance?
Ding!
The sound of the elevator opening was heard from the side, and Wang Jixuan was keenly aware that at least ten Black Fire Gang gunmen rushed into the circular corridor.
Wang Jixuan stared at Wen Heisen expressionlessly, who turned to glare at him, roared and rushed at him again.
Wang Jixuan let out a slight snort from the tip of his nose, smashed his pistol horizontally, and lunged forward, expecting to collide head-on with Wen Heisen.
The moment when he is about to collide with Wen Heisen!
Wang Jixuan's whole body was trembling with breath, and his figure suddenly rolled upwards, narrowly avoiding Wen Heisen's sweeping arm. He raised the sword finger with his right palm and pointed at Wen Heisen's forehead.
Wen Heisen didn't realize that he had fallen into the trap, and he tried to crush Wang Jixuan's fingers without dodging his forehead.
Wang Jixuan's right hand suddenly shook, and a three-centimetre-long utility knife blade appeared in the middle of the sword's finger. It quickly slid towards Wen Heisen's right eye and flicked with his fingers.
Wen Heisen was caught off guard and closed his eyes subconsciously. A deep scratch appeared on his right eyelid. The blade was pushed into his right eyeball, causing him unbearable pain and he couldn't help but scream!
"Eye! My eye!"
Wang Jixuan's movements were smooth and smooth, and his left hand pressed down on Wen Heisen's back!
Wang Jixuan twisted the fingertips of his left hand, and a stack of paper talismans opened like a folding fan and stuck to Wen Heisen's back and heart; he borrowed some strength to shoot towards the broken window.
The group of Blackfire Gang thugs who rushed nearby with rifles only saw an afterimage jumping out of the window.
They fired one after another, but the figure had disappeared into the darkness.
The eyes of these thugs were subconsciously attracted to the muscular fascial man...
Wen Heisen became more and more angry and turned around to look for Wang Jixuan.
Swish!
On his back covered with fleshy bulges, the stack of scattered paper charms shook gently, and the patterns on them shone brightly at the same time!
boom!
……
Wang Jixuan, who was galloping on the roof, turned around and saw Wen Heisen, who was thrown forward by the explosion, and secretly gasped.
There is no scene of skin being exposed;
This has not been able to break through the opponent's thick skin?
Wang Jixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, touched the empty pocket on the lining, and without any hesitation, he galloped towards the outskirts of the Black Fire Gang's territory with all his strength.
The infinite deity.
What happened to the psykers?
Why do they feel like they are the same as demons who have been assimilated by demonic beasts?
Where did that mottled smell come from?
Of course, what Wang Jixuan is most concerned about is...
Can the methods of generating these breaths be used by him for his own practice?
"The world is getting more and more interesting."
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Wang Jixuan's mouth, and a feeling of joy filled his heart. If his whereabouts were not exposed, he would have wanted to roar and sing, and laugh so hard that he would reach the clouds!
Just as he was about to leave the territory of the Black Fire Gang, he suddenly thought of something and stopped immediately.
What's next for him?
Find a place to practice, replenish your talismans, and think of ways to make some magic weapons that can break through the flesh of such psykers.
He already had an idea of the specific type of magical weapon, and he just needed to find some high-quality blade beast bones.
'It should cost some money to do this in the lower city. I can't go to the thirteenth floor to collect medical supplies. They are for ordinary people to save their lives. ’
He thought for a moment, then raised his hand to touch the pocket of his coat, pressed the Soul Capture Talisman, and heard Guwen Town's chanting in his heart.
"He is actually a psyker, maybe a D-class psyker. No wonder they have always obeyed the advice of the Thirteenth Institute. He is a psyker from the Thirteenth Institute... Damn it, he hid it from us for more than twenty years... …Why didn’t he transform during the fight before?”
Wang Jixuan asked softly: "Bartender?"
"What do you want to do?" Koonmachi shouted in a trembling voice, "Please, don't kill me, let me find a body to live on!"
"You should have a lot of savings, and you know some secret areas where the Black Fire Gang hides supplies, right? I can spend some spiritual power here to help you extend your life for three more days, and you only need to pay a small price."
Daochang Wang spoke gently, gently rubbing his index and middle fingers with his right thumb.
This method is called 'salesmanship', and he has seen similar experiences in Mu Liang's memory.
(End of chapter)