Near the high walls of the Special Administrative Region, in a remote hut.

The swordsmith sat in the dark, sharpening his dagger in his hand.

"Someone's coming, a device developed for my supernatural ability 'perspective'."

"It's a pity that you can avoid my eyes, but you can't avoid my other senses."

"Today's young people think that they have the power to target abnormal abilities, so they behave presumptuously."

"The footsteps, the breathing, the heartbeat, and the hostility have not been subdued at all, and they are really underestimated."

The swordsmith muttered as he felt his surroundings, surrounded by those who thought they had not been discovered.

Feeling the movements of those people, the swordsmith didn't react much, still sharpening the short knife in his hand, just looking at his expression, but he was more serious than before.

Inside the dark hut, there were only two kinds of light, the sparks from sharpening the knife, and the cold light of the blade.

After the men had completely sealed off the hut, the leader made a gesture.

'Hands-on'

As the leader gave the command, a pile of cylindrical objects was thrown into the hut, undulating in a fluctuating manner.

The light erupted with an uncomfortable vibration.

An ordinary person facing such a thing with just one shot is enough to lose all combat power, and destroy it along with the will to resist.

And the swordsmith's extraordinary ability, 'perspective', has caused the swordsmith's own perception to be sensitive, and in the face of this explosive bomb, the damage he receives is several times higher than that of ordinary people.

Now that several explosive bombs exploded at the same time, if the swordsmith was unprepared, he was afraid that he would fall directly into a state of near death.

Immediately after, after the bomb exploded.

The doors, windows, and roof of the hut were violently broken, and more than a dozen people entered the hut.

Even after a blast bomb, the rest of the people did not let their guard down.

The people who entered the hut were armed with guns, wearing protective suits, and night vision equipment on their faces, and the three of them leaned into horns in groups to ensure that there was not the slightest blind spot in sight.

While the people in the house searched for the swordsmith, the rest of the people formed an encirclement around the perimeter, keeping an eye on the exits of the hut, not giving anyone a chance to leave.

The hut wasn't too big, but at this time, more than a dozen people poured in, and almost instantly surveyed the inside of the hut, leaving only a few corners.

Almost everyone believed that the swordsmith was hiding in one of these corners, waiting for an opportunity.

After a glance at each other, a dozen people divided into four teams and walked towards the last three corners of the hut, while the last team remained in the middle of the hut, ready to support at any time.

However, the swordsmith's movements were surprising.

Just when the four teams were not completely separated, the swordsmith rushed out of the remaining corner first, choosing to fight against a dozen people in the room at the same time.

When they saw the swordsmith appear, everyone's hearts tightened.

Under the effect of night vision devices, the hut was as bright as day, and the moment they saw the swordsmith, they also knew how the swordsmith resisted the power of the bomb.

The swordsmith's body was covered with all kinds of knife wounds, and although each wound was not deep, it was wounded in the most sensitive part of the human body, which doubled the feeling of pain.

These wounds were stabbed by the swordsmith himself, in order to be able to combat the side effects of the bomb, and to use the intense pain to combat the sluggishness and fainting caused by the bomb.

The best way to combat a pain is to overshadow it with a more painful feeling.

At least that's what the swordsmiths think.

Although the dozen or so people were surprised by the ruthlessness of the swordsmith, the movements of their hands did not show any hesitation or mercy.

A series of gunshots rang out, and the web woven by the bullets instantly enveloped the swordsmith's body.

"Today's young people, relying on their own talent and the power of technology, all neglect to exercise themselves."

"Your tactics are very good, but it's a pity that you misestimated my strength and planned to stay alive, which gave me a chance to take advantage of it."

After the swordsmith finished speaking, the spiritual energy in the body operated, the general system ability, the telekinesis was activated, and the physical energy burst was activated.

With the telekinesis of Sword Forger C, he can't directly stop the bullet, but he can make the bullet deflect.

The bullets deflected and collided back and forth, striking the walls around them, bursting with bursts of electricity.

The bullets were not live, but electric shock rounds, which the committee clearly wanted to catch alive.

After this outbreak, the swordsmith had already come to these people.

"What a look of surprise, this is just the ability of the general department."

The swordsmith said to the men, and his hand attacked. The short knives of both hands were waved for a while, and the first few people were picked off and lost their combat effectiveness.

'Who would be as perverted as you?' The rest of the dozen or so listened to the swordsmith's words and said inwardly.

The telekinesis of the general system is an acquired ability, which is not as good as the innate telekinesis, and when you use it, you need to calculate it yourself first, and concentrate your attention in order to exert your telekinesis.

On weekdays, it's okay to use a Coke or remote control, but when you use it in battle, it will only distract you. And being distracted in battle is tantamount to asking for your own death.

In other words, if you want to achieve the effect that the swordsmith has just done, you need to be multitasking, lock on those bullets in a very short time, and urge the telekinesis to interfere.

The swordsmith only partially moved, and most of the bullets collided with each other to cause the deflection, but even so, the swordsmith's spirit was extremely amazing.

Those people in the back, seeing that their companions had lost their ability to fight, also immediately shot again, including several companions who had lost their ability to fight.

At this distance, even the swordsmith's amazing spirit would not have time to deflect the trajectory.

However, the swordsmith did not choose to retreat, but instead ate the bullets, allowing the electricity to flow through his body, and relying on his will to drive his body forward again.

The double knives were moving, and several people had their hands and tendons broken and lost their combat effectiveness.

At this point, half of the dozen or so people in the house have lost their combat effectiveness.

The rest of the people attacked again, their movements steady, but there was a sense of fear in their hearts to retreat.

The swordsmith repeated his old tricks, and after a few waves of electric shock bombs, his body exuded a slight burnt smell, picking off the tendons and tendons of the remaining people.

After dealing with the men, the swordsmith shook off his tattered cloak and strode out of the destroyed main entrance.

Outside, the second layer of encirclement net, watching the swordsmith stride out, the person in charge made a gesture again, telling the people around him not to make a move at the first time.

"I didn't kill anyone, I just made those people incapacitated from fighting."

"So now I'm saying that this matter has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything, will you believe me?"

The swordsmith, whose body was covered with scars, said to the man at the head.