Clang!Clang!Clang!

Bullets tore through the corridor, only to be deflected effortlessly by my weapon.

Some slammed into walls, others arced back midair, striking the shooters before they realized their mistake, and ceased fire.

That hesitation gave me an opening.

I flashed forward, never breaking my balance. Bullets screamed toward me, only to be cut half, their trajectories bent just enough to miss—or turn lethal.

Bodies fell one after another, the corridor echoing with the heavy, wet thuds of headless corpses hitting the floor.

I made a point of targeting their heads—ending things cleanly, and sparing them the trouble of a slow, painful death.

Soon, the real fighters arrived.

Seekers.

D- to B-ranks took the front, while a handful of A-ranks hung back to command the formation.

In the outside world, this lineup would be a formidable force.

Here?

They were nothing more than an inconvenience—unable to unleash their full power without fearing the entire underground would collapse around them.

Unlike them, my style relied on minimal movement and precise control—making the cramped, enclosed space an advantage rather than a restriction.

The first Seeker slammed his palms together, releasing a ripple of distorted light. The air warped, colors smearing together like wet paint.

My vision vanished.

Complete blindness.

"Now!" someone shouted.

'Nice try.'

I closed my eyes fully and let my Qi spread outward.

Walls, heartbeats, footsteps—everything painted itself in my mind with perfect clarity.

Seconds of blindness meant nothing when the world itself whispered to me

I stepped forward and sliced through the strikes coming at me, redirecting and dodging every attack—all while standing straight, advancing one step at a time.

All those times of staying hidden, moving quietly in the background, had already made me overpowered. I wasn't fighting equals.

I am a level‑100 player calmly strolling through a crowd of level‑10s.

SWOOSH!

With a single step, I burst forward. The one maintaining the technique lost his head before blinding effect even had time to fade.

Another Seeker raised a hand, and I felt a pull. My sword vibrated violently in my grip.

Magnetism.

Not just the blade—every piece of metal on my body screamed toward him. Bullets, fragments, even the steel supports in the walls groaned and bent.

'Interesting.'

I loosened my grip and let the sword spin freely. The jade blade danced in a wide arc, orbiting me instead of being dragged away.

Then I flicked my fingers.

The magnetic pull snapped inward dragging every loose shard straight into the Seeker's chest.

He collapsed, impaled by his own ability.

Another one stepped forward next, eyes glowing yellow.

The floor beneath me softened, turning muddy, unstable. Each step threatened to swallow momentum, to ruin footwork.

A terrain suppression skill.

Annoying—but easily countered by a martial artist of my caliber.

I stopped moving entirely.

Qi surged down my legs, anchoring me to the ground as if I become part of it. Then I moved again—not by running, but by skipping in the air. Classic wuxia movements.

The next moment, my sword passed through his spine.

"DIE!!!!" Another Seeker shouted.

Sound vanished.

Not silence—absence. No echoes, no air vibration. A sound-kill zone meant to disrupt awareness and coordination.

Unfortunately for him, Qi didn't need sound.

I felt his intent from miles away.

That was enough.

My jade sword slid through his throat before he could even finish screaming.

More people tried their luck—but all ultimately failed, falling before they could even land a strike.

Silence returned.

Bodies littered the corridor, blood soaking into the now wet concrete.

I adjusted my stance, flicked the sword once to settle its Qi, and walked forward as if this had been nothing more than a warm-up.

Not going to lie, all this ancient master-roleplay was pretty fun.

Not that it made what I was doing any less brutal. It just made it easier to live with.

My onslaught didn't slow.

If anything, it became smoother—like I'd finally settled into a rhythm of this body.

Corridors blurred past as my weapon carved anyone who was unlucky enough to be on my way.

More seekers rushed me in waves, abilities exploding, plans overlapping.

None of it mattered.

Speed carried me through their formations. Redirection turned their teamwork into friendly fire.

Slashes ended fights before they properly began.

By the time the last person died out, the base felt empty—too quiet for a place that had once buzzed with arrogance.

I continued to descend, until the corridor finally opened into a vast, towering space. Its ceiling towering three stories above me.

Industrial lights burned overhead, bathing the area in harsh white glare.

Wide. Open. A space built to hold something enormous—or perhaps something far more dangerous.

Looking around, I noticed that I was surrounded—at least fifty people, eyes fixed on me, waiting.

At the center stood the real threat.

Two S-Ranks.

The first was a giant of a man, muscles stacked on muscles, veins bulging like he just overdosed himself with top-of-the-line steroids.

He cracked his neck once, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Pure physical dominance.

The second one seemed almost tame in comparison—thin, smart looking, and very calm.

He leaned casually on a golden cane; his posture almost arrogantly relaxed for someone standing before a powerhouse like me.

Goosebumps crawled up my arms as my eyes locked onto that cane.

So that's how it was. A celestial weapon.

That was the danger of Celestial weapons: each one carried a unique, overwhelming ability—enough to let its wielder kill a more powerful opponent.

"Who sent you here?" The young man with the cane asked casually, as if we were having an ordinary conversation. His voice held neither fear nor anger.

"I wasn't sent by anyone. I came here of my own volition—to teach you a lesson about the value of human life."

"Value of human life?" The muscular man sneered. "Big words for an old man who just massacred everyone in his path."

I raised a finger and waved it lightly. "I was merely teaching. It just so happens that my tuition fee is… very expensive."

My words struck his ego squarely.

"Old man, you're tempting death."

Mist poured from his sweat glands as his muscles swelled and throbbed.

"Stop!"

Before he could charge, the young man lifted his cane, preventing his companion with a single motion.

"Don't do it, Bruno. If you go all out here, this entire place will be destroyed."

The big guy actually calmed down. From the look on his face, he was wary—no, afraid—of his companion.

"Let's start over," the young man said, turning his attention back to me. "My name is Kyle, and I'm the one responsible for running this laboratory."

I returned the gesture. "My name is Master Cheng—a Nine-Star Master Teacher."

Confusion flickered across his face, but he maintained his composure.

"Nine stars… that's a pretty high number. Our organization uses the same symbols, but ours only goes up to five."

I stroked my beard to sell the act. "Five stars, you say. How… weak. In my era, that was barely enough to qualify as a promising junior."

Bruno's muscles twitched again, power straining against restraint—but he didn't dare move.

"Master Cheng," Kyle spoke after a brief pause. "I don't doubt your strength. But no matter how confident you are, fighting all of us here would be a terrible idea. I can assure that you won't leave this place alive if you insist on it."

I let out a light chuckle. "Young one, do you know how many people I've heard say that? Too many to count—and every single one of them is either disfigured… or dead."

Kyle's kept a smile on his space.

"Do you even understand the forces you're about to face? Master Cheng, our organization is woven deep into the roots of this country—so be careful. You might be biting off more than you can chew."

I continued to stroke my beard, not showing the slightest trace of being intimidated.

"Are all of you even enough to kill me?" I uttered.

Before I could say another word, Kyle tapped his cane on the floor.

'Not good!'

I leapt up just in time, and a split second later, a fissure tore through the spot I had been standing.

Midair, I heard another tapping sound. A sense of danger pressed down on me from overhead.

I channeled my Qi, accelerating my descent—and then, the space above me thundered, sending shockwaves of air ripping downward.

"You've got some interesting tricks up your sleeve, young man," I commented.

"You're not half bad yourself, Master Cheng. To think you could predict where my attack would come from… your reaction time and reflexes are frightening." he responded.

"Hahaha. You don't look frightened at all. Still have anything to throw at me? Better do it now—while I'm still feeling generous."

On the surface, I looked like a master brimming with absolute confidence—but in reality, I was studying him, testing to see exactly what kind of celestial weapon I was dealing with.

So far, all I knew was this: every time he tapped his cane, an invisible attack could erupt anywhere.

The only reason I managed to dodge so far was my Qi, picking up even the slightest change in the surroundings.

Any other Seeker would have been struck before they even realized what hit them.

"Master Cheng, can't we just talk this out like civilized men? I don't like violence if it can be avoided."

I shook my head and drew my jade sword.

"I can't do that. You already forfeited that right the moment you began conducting illegal experiments on your fellow humans."

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