Xiao Yang felt something strange happening to his body.
The moment he prepared to make a move, multiple "weak spots" lit up on his target's body.
Each weak spot could lead to serious injury, disablement, or death.
One strike—and it was either death or permanent damage.
This was the power granted to him by the Soldier King's Technique!
Take now, for example—
Xiao Yang's hand shot out like lightning.
Through the car window, his hand landed in front of the crouching man.
Four fingers gripped the back of the man's head, while his thumb drove straight for the man's right eye.
Squelch!
Xiao Yang's thumb crushed the man's eyeball, and with a quick jerk of his arm—
Bang!
The man's head slammed against the car body with a dull thud.
He didn't even have a chance to scream, collapsing like a pile of dead meat.
The whole process took maybe a second—or less.
A grown man, reduced to a fragile ant in Xiao Yang's hands!
There was no excitement, no rush.
Only an unspeakable chill.
This was the power… of a true Soldier King.
Or rather—
This was the ability of Dragon Nation's top-tier killing machine!
No time to freeze. No room for hesitation. No useless thoughts…
Xiao Yang forced himself to move.
Once he moved—it was like a leopard!
Hands and feet in motion, he burst through the car window like an arrow loosed from a bow.
The speed was terrifying—an eruption of full-body power and physical limits.
Impossible for normal people.
But for elite soldiers, tapping into human limits was routine.
Xiao Yang was fast.
But a ghost-like figure was even faster.
So fast that as the other five men were still distracted by Xiao Yang's sudden assault—
The figure leapt over the overturned police car.
In their blurry vision, a leg spun in midair—
Like a horizontal axe swing—
Boom… Crack!
The terrifying power shattered all resistance.
The man's head was crushed against his own shoulder—neck snapped clean.
The figure hadn't even landed when a hand flicked—
A flash of cold light appeared in her palm.
A weapon about 30 centimeters long—
Iron-colored, triangular cross-section, with three grooves along the blade.
A tri-edged military bayonet!
With a flick of the wrist and a turn of the palm—
Thud!
The bayonet pierced through one man's eye, bursting out the back of his skull.
One move. Two lives.
Snatched away in the blink of an eye.
The figure landed lightly like a lynx.
She crouched, muscles taut like a drawn bow—then launched again.
Midair, she appeared before another man—
Her pale hands wrapped around the back of his head,
One knee already aimed for a frontal strike—
Boom!
The brutal knee strike connected with the man's face—
Blood splattered. Bones cracked.
The man flew backward like he'd been hit by a truck.
As she landed, she faced the last two men.
Each hand grabbed a man's neck—
Smash!
Two skulls collided.
Their eyes dimmed—
They dropped like sacks, unconscious.
Only now did Xiao Yang get back on his feet—
But he had witnessed the entire slaughter.
No flashy moves. No wasteful flourishes.
Pure efficiency—
Power and speed, fused to perfection.
Like a production line of death.
This wasn't fighting, or violence, or even a martial art.
This—was stripping.
Stripping life away, like squashing ants!
Too terrifying... Xiao Yang's heart pounded.
Not because he was scared of Chu Dongchan's power—
But because he realized:
Now that he had the Soldier King's Technique,
He could do the same!
He was afraid—of the system.
So this… was what it meant to copy top-tier combat skills?
And he'd only replicated one.
What about Extreme Talent and Unparalleled Ability?
Xiao Yang didn't even dare to imagine.
"They're all just cannon fodder,"
Chu Dongchan frowned as she glanced at him.
"A test run?"
In other words—
Their enemies weren't fools.
The six attackers were just disposable probes.
"007 would be pretty easy to catch if it were that simple,"
Xiao Yang returned to his usual sarcasm.
Some fish aren't dumb—
They don't bite the bait outright.
Instead, they nibble at it, test it.
Fishermen and fish compete in patience—
But the fisherman always has the upper hand,
Because he has the bait.
"Let's go."
Xiao Yang walked toward a business van, ignoring the corpses and injured attackers.
On the surface, calm and composed—
Inside, his heart was pounding wildly.
People had died—several of them.
This wasn't a movie.
This was real.
He had witnessed actual killing.
Pale-faced, Xiao Yang swallowed his nausea and climbed into the van.
Chu Dongchan quietly got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove.
"You know what's coming next, right?"
"Yeah,"
Xiao Yang nodded. "They've been watching us the whole time."
He emphasized the word "watch."
"When they realize numbers and ambushes don't work…"
Xiao Yang's face darkened.
"They'll bring out weapons."
"I'm starting to doubt whether you really just graduated from police academy,"
Chu Dongchan glanced at him.
The more time she spent with him, the more terrifying his intellect seemed.
How could a fresh graduate be this sharp?
"If we survive all this,"
Xiao Yang deadpanned,
"Do we still need to go on that blind date?"
Chu Dongchan: "…"
She seriously wanted to pry open his skull to see what was inside.
Now, of all times—he's joking about dating?
"Hey…"
Xiao Yang leaned back in his seat.
"What?" Chu Dongchan raised an eyebrow.
"With a face like mine… living off a woman doesn't sound so bad, right?"
He wiggled his brows.
"Pfft—"
Chu Dongchan burst out laughing.
Her bright eyes curved into little crescent moons.
Confirmed: this guy was a narcissistic goofball.
Suddenly—
The roar of a helicopter thundered above them.
Xiao Yang was startled.
Chu Dongchan's eyes narrowed.
A helicopter? Why now?
Suddenly—
Thud!
Something round dropped from the sky—
Smashed against the van's windshield.
Xiao Yang's eyes widened.
He recognized it instantly.
He'd just seen one not long ago—
A shell firework, covered in steel balls and shrapnel.
Only this time—
Its outer layer was coated in thick glass glue.
Sticky enough to adhere firmly to the windshield on impact.
"Sh*t!"
Xiao Yang swore. Before he could react—
Chu Dongchan tackled him,
One hand yanked open the car door.
With a powerful leg push and momentum, she dove out of the van—dragging him with her.
BOOM!!!
The firework exploded—
A burst of dazzling, colorful flames rocketed skyward.
Steel balls. Shrapnel. Fire.
Swallowing everything.
Blotting out the sky.