Modern World's Martial Dao Human Immortal

"Be careful!"

Seeing the approaching man draw a knife, Su Hua shouted loudly and quickly pulled out a baton from his body.

"I originally wanted to make some money peacefully, but all I got in return was your underhanded tricks, costing me everything. No more pretending, let's lay it all out, you're all going to die!"

The man in the hoodie roared lowly, his figure surged forward like a hunting tiger, directly pouncing at Su Hua who was trying to intercept him.

In that instant, the power escalated…

Which instantly changed Su Hua's expression dramatically.

"Muscle-tendon strengthening, peak martial master!?"

Although he had started muscle-tendon strengthening, he had not yet made notable achievements. He might have passed the certification, but his strength was not that of a true martial master.

Now facing this peak martial master, who had possibly even begun internal cultivation of the viscera, he vividly felt the enormous disparity between them.

The baton he swung out not only failed to block the man in the hoodie but was also in danger of being sliced by the short blade suddenly lunged at his throat.

"Audacious!"

Leng Jun, who was also following Su Chiming, immediately charged forward.

He did not have a weapon in his hand, yet the vibrancy from his muscles and bones produced such vigor that his punch still trembled the air, causing a clear ringing sound to echo.

This strike, more or less, diverted some of the man in the hoodie's focus.

His left hand rotated, engulfing the force from Leng Jun's punch like a wide net, and during this opening, Su Hua, ignoring his muscle strain, exerted all his strength. The baton in his hand just managed to intercept the man's dagger, averting a fatal cut to his throat.

Nevertheless, the man in the hoodie still managed to break through their blockade in one fell swoop, approaching Su Chiming.

"What trash dares to confront me, not even assessing your own weight!?"

A fierce glint flashed across the man in the hoodie's eyes, his short dagger swinging like a cold gleam, directly streaking towards Su Chiming.

However…

Unexpected to him was that even as the blade grazed his face, Su Chiming's eyes still held no fear.

Instead, he looked resolute.

This demeanor forced him to admit that this business mogul, who had multiplied his assets by hundreds of times in just a few decades, had an extraordinary temperament.

Yet…

No matter how extraordinary his mindset was, it meant nothing at that moment.

Under his, Qi Qingsong's, blade, the result was only one…

"Hmm!?"

Just as Qi Qingsong's blade was about to slash across Su Chiming's throat and end his life, he suddenly felt his wrist as if clamped by an iron band.

The terrifying force that came from it was hardly human-like; even tightly clutching it still gave him the sensation as if his wrists were being twisted by solid steel rods.

No!

It wasn't an illusion!

An unprecedented power tremored, twisting along the tightly clutched wrist, instantly crushing his wrist bone, and the shaking, tremoring force transmitted through his ulna and radius to his humerus and through the scapula, shaking his viscera, numbing half of his body.

The pain from his twisted arm made him involuntarily lean back slightly, as if that could lessen the overwhelming agony.

Before he could understand what had happened, a palm already struck his chest with a non-hurried yet thunderous force.

As his bodily circulation was cut off, he could barely react to any of it but could only widen his eyes and watch it occur.

"Bang!"

Vigor penetrated his viscera.

Qi Qingsong felt as if his organs were burning.

His figure, as his wrist was released, staggered back three steps and fell backward.

A spurt of fresh blood inevitably sprayed out.

In a haze...

He seemed to hear a somewhat young voice.

"This is too weak."

This highly regarded expert among the top ten of Tian Nan struggled to turn his head and clearly saw the figure who struck the deadly blow.

A young man.

Su Alkaid?

He had seen him in the files, apparently a nineteen-year-old youth.

He…

Actually lost to such a young boy?

Moreover, in both of their exchanges, each time the opponent's vigor accurately penetrated his bones and shook his viscera...

Was this inner strength!?

Grandmaster!?

With this unbelievable shock, Qi Qingsong's consciousness weakened even more, eventually completely passing out.

...

Alkaid looked at his hand, then again at the martial master he had almost killed with a casual palm strike.

Having gotten used to fighting grandmasters, most of whom were demons far beyond regular standards, and suddenly facing a martial master now...

Ending the fight so easily, he really wasn't used to it.

Meanwhile, Leng Jun, seeing the man in the hoodie who had broken through his and Su Hua's joint efforts easily defeated by Alkaid with a nonchalant strike, was completely astonished.

"This..."

He knew Alkaid was a grandmaster.

And he knew that a grandmaster was much stronger than a martial master.

But he never expected the difference to be so immense.

The man in the hoodie couldn't withstand a single strike from young master Alkaid, if he himself went up against Alkaid...

The outcome would probably not be much better.

"It's Qi Qingsong."

At that moment, Su Hua had already stepped forward, removed the man in the hoodie's face mask, and recognized his identity.

"As expected, a cornered dog will jump over a wall."

Su Chiming spoke in a deep voice.

He knew the relationships among Qi Qingsong, Zhang Yushu, and others.

In recent decades, with the rise of firearms, whose firepower was formidable, mortals had gained the capability to threaten the lives of family heads of great clans and even Grandmasters. Major powers greatly resisted and repelled the use of physical means to eliminate rivals after competition failures.

Although it still occasionally happened, most of the time, it would be conducted in a more regulated manner.

At the very least, a challenge had to be issued first.

An overt attack like the one by Qi Qingsong would put him and the interest group he represented in a disadvantageous position.

Of course, Zhang Yushu was already driven to a desperate situation, with security for the group's interests hard to guarantee, so such actions were not entirely unjustifiable.

However, once the news leaked out, it could lead to a situation where everyone would push down the falling fence, and the interest group led by Zhang Yushu and Zhang Mingde would inevitably collapse even faster.

"The biggest threat in their group is this Qi Qingsong. Now that we have captured Qi Qingsong, the rest are insignificant,"

Leng Jun said gravely.

He spoke with great force.

Clearly, Qi Qingsong had just broken through their defenses and reached Su Chiming...

Although he ultimately remained unharmed, it was still considered a dereliction on their part.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

Alkaid said.

Leng Jun nodded.

After eating, Alkaid did not return to Yu Garden.

Instead, he had Lei Yun take him directly to a private teahouse.

This teahouse was owned by the Zhang Family.

At this time, Zhang Tianji had already been waiting there.

Waiting with him was an elderly man who appeared to be just over sixty, with the youthful appearance of a white-haired child.

Upon entering the room, Alkaid immediately sensed something unusual about the old man's vital energy.

But it was not the abnormality of a demonic being.

Rather...

It was a type of vital energy different from that of a Grandmaster.

Even though this vital energy was already declining, if it erupted fully, the exhibited power would be something no Grandmaster could withstand.

Relying on a realm far surpassing his current power, Alkaid made his judgment instantly.

"Martial Saint?"

He exclaimed.

"Young Zhang said you were born extraordinary with keen Perception, it truly is not false,"

The old man chuckled, "Although I have undergone Blood Replacement and Marrow Cleansing, I am ultimately old, with both energy and vitality waning, incomparable to the vigorous and rising young people like you. I can only contribute to the development of the Salvation Society in a limited role within the logistical department."

Alkaid looked at the old man.

There were four known Martial Saints in Dayu Country, in plain sight.

Two in the Royal Family, one in the military, and one in the Lu Family.

But this old man was clearly not any one of the four.

"I am from Lihuo Country, named Zong Yan. You probably haven't heard of me,"

The old man seemed to have noticed Alkaid's thoughts and introduced himself with a chuckle.

Lihuo Country, west of Dayu, separated by the White Tower Federation, was a nation of twenty million people without a formal military, its national defense represented by Red Star.

"My visit this time is to sincerely invite you to join our Salvation Society. With your talents—having become a Grandmaster at nineteen and possessing extraordinary innate abilities—I am confident that the Salvation Society can help you reach the level of a Martial Saint before thirty."

Zong Yan said.

Alkaid nodded, "I'm not in a hurry, at least, I need to know the nature of the Salvation Society first."

"Nature..."

Zong Yan looked at Zhang Tianji thoughtfully.

Zhang Tianji quickly left the room, taking up guard personally.

Then, Zong Yan took out a small device of unknown use and only began to speak after activating it, "The essence of the Salvation Society is that it's an organization jointly established by various countries of Zhongzhou specifically to nurture powerful Martial Artists to combat the oppressive actions of Red Star against our countries' Martial Arts World."

"Red Star Empire?"

Alkaid's expression turned peculiar.

Lihuo Country, even the White Tower Federation, were to some extent vassal states of the Red Star Empire.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even within Dayu Country, there were military bases of the Red Star Empire.

Citizens of Dayu jokingly categorized people into three classes: first, Red Star; second, the Royal Family; third, the Noble Families.

As for those below the Noble Families...

They were but cattle and horses.

Now, Zong Yan, a Martial Saint from Lihuo Country, was disclosing the nature of the Salvation Society—was this an intent to rebel?

"Have you aligned with Snow Dragon?"

Alkaid suddenly asked.

"Not so, the Salvation Society is just the Salvation Society, representing the Martial Arts circles of the Zhongzhou countries, unrelated to Snow Dragon. After all... in the eyes of Snow Dragon, the forces behind us are all affiliated to the Red Star line. Even if we wished to align with Snow Dragon, even temporarily, there would be an inevitable settling of accounts afterward,"

As Zong Yan spoke, he exhaled slightly, "We only want to reclaim what rightfully belonged to us from Red Star's hands."

"The Salvation Society is not a civilian organization?"

"Not entirely."

Zong Yan said, "The Salvation Society is very powerful, strongly backed by the Royal Families and top Noble Families of various countries..."

Here, he paused in his tone, "I am referring to those top Noble Families still holding significant influence, like the Lu Family and Jiang Family in Dayu."

"Royal Families, Noble Families..."

Alkaid nodded, "In that case, does the Salvation Society have exceptionally good information channels?"

Zong Yan smiled, "Not to say that we know every major news in Zhongzhou like the back of our hand, but it is not an exaggeration to say that we have informers in every city with a population of a million, and even sufficient intelligence capabilities in the other four continents."

Alkaid, upon hearing this, immediately asked the question he was most eager to know since his contact with the Salvation Society: "Then, could the Salvation Society introduce to me what this is?"

He directly placed the information about the demon in front of Zong Yan.