Chapter 445: Nie Ting The Killer (Part 2)

“If really necessary, we may have to go ourselves. Don’t lower your guard,” a relatively more mature-looking person said. Dressed in a white short-sleeve T-shirt in the chilly environment, the man drew startled stares from all around.

But in the times of power awakening, the presence of Metahumans and Practitioners was not as astounding as before.

After all, sometimes they did appear on the screens too.

To top it off, a movie showing this year claimed to feature real Metahumans’ abilities instead of special effects.

On African battlefields, Metahumans were even deemed as the deities. Thus, eying their cultivation resources, many low-level Metahumans flocked to Africa as fighters. It was very normal, really.

Even some big organizations had founded their headquarters in Africa to secure an advantageous place in the competition for local resources, including an abundance of magical stone mines. Some transnational Metahuman organizations were formed there as well, following the same veins of mercenaries in the old times.

Currently, Metahumans were already able to get along well with commoners. Not acceptance, though, simply tolerance.

Business and money were always the best incentives for embracing change.

A member of the team had just returned from outside. The speaker just now cast him a serious look. “Behave yourself. We are going back once the remains are closed.”

The newcomer wiped his mouth and smiled. “It’s always more interesting up here on Mt Everest. Those women are actually willing to play with me though they themselves are panting like pigs.”

“My goodness! You are actually doing that at such a smelly place,” another person grunted scornfully.

The campsite was far worse than expected. There was neither a sewage system nor toilets. Thus, feces and urine were dumped everywhere, making the site unbearably foul-smelling.

At this moment, a young man in an outdoor jacket and a pair of shades steadily arrived at the campsite. He took a casual glance around the place before darting his gaze towards the Middle-Eastern Practitioner in a white T-shirt.

He smiled. “Finally found you.”

Usually, even Practitioners would only come in groups, seldom alone.

But more importantly, they had recognized the newcomer. Yet, his arrival was utterly unexpected! According to the information, he was supposed to be in the Capital now!

The white T-shirt leader replied coldly in awkward Chinese, “Nie Ting, aren’t you worried about us launching revenge together when you are absent from the Capital now?!”

Slowly Nie Ting unloaded his camping bag from his back, before replying calmly, “I will already be back when other people find out.”

“Are you openly making an enemy against the Union?”

“With regards to the Union, are you referring to that bunch of disjointed, shattered craps?” Nie Ting asked in return with curiosity, “Your forces are blatantly stationed on my boundaries to check mine. If I do not kill you as a warning for the rest, don’t you think you may take my kindness for granted?”

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Killing was not Nie Ting’s main agenda of the trip. He wanted to convey the message clearly, that uniting against the Heavenly Network would certainly come with a price.

Nie Ting did not intend to wipe out all the experts along the boundaries. In fact, he could not finish all of them off either. It was not so easy to locate this team, but with them as an example, others would start to wonder who would be the next unlucky dog.

Besides, Class A’s mobility should never be underestimated. He would reach the Capital when the news of his killings were received by the various big organizations.

Meanwhile, the commoners around were utterly confused. Were those Practitioners speaking Martian?

Many climbers had come out of their tents for a closer look at the fight between these superhumans. It was probably their only chance of getting so up and close with the cultivation world.

All of a sudden, Nie Ting’s camping bag shattered to reveal the snowy glow of Xin Ting. Instantly, its blade cleaved mountain gusts and snow piles in halves, forming a crack along the rubble at the site.

Many climbers immediately backed down in horror, so as not to be roped in as collateral damage during the Practitioners’ fight.

Seven Middle Eastern Practitioners sought shelter at once. But how could they outrun the blade? In the blink of an eye, two of them were already dead inside their tent.

The man in the white T-shirt suddenly unleashed his strength. In a split second, all of the stones across the entire campsite were lifted into the air and were hurled towards Nie Ting like a tornado! Even the climbers’ tents were tossed up and blown away in the strong gust of wind!

Meanwhile, Nie Ting simply stood still, keeping all the stones around him in a circle of 10m in radius under his control. Despite his Class B abilities, the white shirt pro’s power was still unmatchable to Nie Ting’s!

When the rubble tornado drew close, Nie Ting suddenly raised his blade and swung it down gently.

In the next instant, he was still steady like a rock. In his resonance with Nature, the Spirit Qi in the area was actually locked in place. Without any contact, the tornado split up from the center by itself!

Despite taking no extra action, Nie Ting’s blade energy was already in the formation. Even the commoners on site could feel a sword hanging over their heads.

It was like a deity sent from above!

Before his sword was out, a gap of more than twenty meters in width suddenly formed on the rubble ground. Then, the man in white threw up a mouthful of blood, unable to use his willpower anymore.

In fact, Nie Ting had already severed the foundation of his willpower. It was the true force of a Class A!

Some tried to flee. But Nie Ting immediately rose to the sky, shooting through the air like an arrow. The accompanying piercing sound gave a prick to every commoners’ eardrums!

To him, techniques he had been practicing for years were but the nonessentials, and the sword energy was the exact power he was now after. Through it, he was able to connect himself with the sky and the earth, using Nature at his fingertips.

Invisible sword energy erupted outwards from Nie Ting, cutting the ground surface below him into pieces. The piles of rubble also collapsed into stone dust!

Those Middle Eastern Practitioners on the run were soon caught up by Nie Ting’s sword energy, which tore their clothes and flesh apart. Blood stained the floor with a gorgeous scarlet.

Since their Class B leader was already down, the others were well aware that they had no chance of survival against this enemy!

Putting Xin Ting slowly back in his sheath, Nie Ting flew towards the Capital. He was confident that other organizations would learn some lessons from this incident.