73: Chapter 73: The Ghost Squad's Utter Devastation!

Dongfang Shuo's entrance was truly shocking.

He leaped a hundred meters from a high-speed speedboat, landing precisely on another vessel.

This was completely beyond the comprehension of the members of the Ghost Squad.

Is this something a human can do? Is this guy a freaking Superman?!

Rhino was the first to react.

His military training allowed him to suppress the shock in his heart, instantly turning his muzzle towards Dongfang Shuo, who had just landed.

"I don't care what you are! Go to hell!"

He roared, pulling the trigger.

However, the bloody scene he anticipated, where his opponent would be riddled with holes, did not occur.

Dongfang Shuo didn't even move.

He simply extended two fingers.

Yes, just two fingers—his index and middle fingers.

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present, he used these two fingers to precisely and effortlessly catch the incoming, spinning rifle bullet!

"Ding."

A soft sound echoed.

The gleaming yellow bullet head was held between his fingertips, still emitting a wisp of smoke.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

The savage grin on Rhino's face froze.

Watching this scene through his scope, Snake Eye's hand trembled, nearly dropping his sniper rifle.

Catching... a bullet with bare hands?!

This was no longer science fiction; this was fantasy! This was mythology!

"Too slow." Dongfang Shuo glanced at the bullet head between his fingertips and shook his head with some disappointment.

"And the force is too weak. You want to hurt someone with this kind of thing?"

He flicked his finger lightly.

The bullet head flew back at an even faster speed than it had arrived!

"Puff!"

A muffled sound.

The bullet precisely struck Rhino's right shoulder, which was holding the machine gun.

"Argh!"

Rhino screamed. The immense impact sent the machine gun flying from his hands and into the sea.

Clutching his bleeding shoulder, he stumbled back a few steps, sat down on the ground, his face full of disbelief.

"Next."

Dongfang Shuo's gaze swept over the others.

The Witch and the Doctor, the two non-combat personnel, were already so scared their legs had turned to jelly, huddled at the cabin door, shivering.

Chameleon had the fastest reaction; he knew he had encountered an invincible monster.

He didn't choose to fight head-on but instead quietly retreated towards the ship's rail, preparing to jump into the sea to escape.

However, he had only taken two steps back when he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Unbeknownst to him, another young man wearing the same blue work uniform had appeared behind him like a ghost.

It was the Junior Disciple who had jumped over with Dongfang Shuo.

"Trying to run?" the Junior Disciple asked with a grin.

Mimicking Dongfang Shuo, he extended two fingers and lightly tapped Chameleon on the neck.

Chameleon felt a wave of numbness spread from his neck throughout his entire body in an instant.

All his strength seemed to have been drained away; he collapsed limply, unable to move even a finger.

"Pressure point strike?" Dongfang Shuo looked back and nodded approvingly.

"Not bad, you've made progress."

The Junior Disciple beamed with joy after being praised by his Senior Brother: "Hehe, I learned it from you, Senior Brother."

To the Ghost Squad, the dialogue between these two brothers was no less than the whispers of devils.

"Pressure point strike"? Wasn't that something only found in Xia country martial arts novels?

What kind of monsters had they provoked?!

"Bang!"

A gunshot broke the eerie atmosphere.

It was Snake Eye!

He was on the roof of the ship, having finally recovered from his extreme shock.

He knew that if he couldn't take down this monster before him today, they would all die here.

He didn't aim for Dongfang Shuo's vital points because he knew it was useless.

He aimed for the deck at Dongfang Shuo's feet!

This shot condensed all his experience and skills as a "Modern Spy King".

He calculated the angle and timing perfectly; the bullet would pierce the deck, then ricochet to attack Dongfang Shuo's lower body.

This was the only potentially effective attack method he could think of.

However, Dongfang Shuo just tapped his toe lightly on the deck.

His whole body, like a weightless feather, drifted back several meters, perfectly dodging the ricocheting bullet.

"Not bad skills." Dongfang Shuo looked at Snake Eye on the ship's roof, showing a serious expression for the first time.

"Among mortals, you are considered an expert. Unfortunately, you provoked the wrong person."

Before his voice faded, he moved.

His figure left an afterimage on the deck.

Snake Eye's pupils contracted sharply; he frantically turned his muzzle, trying to capture Dongfang Shuo's trail.

But he couldn't keep up at all!

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and a massive force came from his sniper rifle.

"Snap!"

That top-tier sniper rifle, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, was snapped in two by Dongfang Shuo with a single palm strike!

Snake Eye's thumb-web split, blood streaming down, and he was sent flying back by this immense force, crashing heavily onto the deck.

Just as he struggled to get up, a cold sword with classical patterns was already placed against his neck.

"Don't move." Dongfang Shuo's voice sounded in his ear.

"Move again, and your head will be separated from your body."

Snake Eye froze.

He could feel the chilling aura radiating from the sword, stinging his skin.

He had no doubt that if he made even the slightest movement, the other party would truly cut off his head.

He had lost.

A complete and utter defeat, without any suspense.

From the moment Dongfang Shuo boarded the ship to subduing them all, the entire process took less than three minutes.

This wasn't a battle; this was clearly a one-sided, brutal massacre.

At this moment, the other two assault boats also pulled up.

A dozen or so disciples of Kunlun, like tigers descending from the mountain, swarmed up.

They tied up the remaining members of the Ghost Squad, one by one, like zongzi.

"Senior Brother, everything is handled!"

"Not a single one got away!"

"These people are too weak, aren't they? I haven't even warmed up yet."

The Junior Disciples reported, their tone full of ease and excitement.

Dongfang Shuo withdrew his sword, looking at the members of the Ghost Squad lying all over the ground, feeling deeply moved.

Is this the power of an immortal master?

These top agents who could command wind and rain in the mortal world were as fragile as infants in front of a real Cultivator.

He walked up to Snake Eye, looking down at this "Modern Spy King" who had been so arrogant just a moment ago.

"Now, do you have anything else to say?"

Snake Eye raised his head.

In his eyes, the previous calmness and madness were gone, replaced only by a deep fear and confusion.

He stared fixedly at Dongfang Shuo, his throat emitting a hoarse voice.

"You... who... who on earth are you?"

Dongfang Shuo thought for a moment, a bright smile appearing on his face.

"Us? We are... the Kunlun Engineering Team."

"Responsible for... demolition and pipeline maintenance."