Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

"General, Balhai is dead." An officer hurried into the general's residence and reported to the general, who was having dinner. He was a colonel, and Balhai was one of his officers. He was the first officer to hear the news.

"Barhai is dead?" The general looked slightly surprised, but quickly regained his composure. Barhai was just an officer he had helped to repay a debt of gratitude. Now that he was dead, it was nothing to be surprised about.

He was curious about who killed Balhai. The martial arts instructors on Harman Street couldn't possibly not know that Balhai was one of their men. To dare to kill one of their own men, they must have some kind of backing.

Or perhaps the Thai royal family is behind those martial arts schools? If that's the case, he needs to exhaust the royal family's power as much as possible and send troops to directly suppress those martial arts schools.

Even at a heavy price!

Although he didn't want to offend those reckless boxers, the pressure from them was greater than that of watching the royal family grow stronger. If they helped the royal family seize power, his situation would be precarious.

At that time, there will be no place for him in Thailand!

"Yes, General. My men reported that a newly enlisted soldier killed a martial arts school student, shot and killed Balhai, and then killed several of my soldiers before fleeing," the officer said, bowing his head.

Upon hearing this, the general fell into deep thought. He had already offended Zhao Sheng and there was no turning back. Moreover, Zhao Sheng was a master of martial arts who had defeated all the boxers in the martial arts schools on Harman Street. If he let the latter escape, there was no guarantee that he would not come back to seek revenge in the future.

Now all he can do is blockade Manchester, find Zhao Sheng, and kill him.

"Go down and relay my orders: seal off Manchester, find the man who killed Balhai, and kill him. Whoever kills him will be rewarded with a promotion and one million baht."

"Yes, General." The officer saluted solemnly and was about to turn and leave quickly when he heard the general's words again.

"By the way, send someone over to appease the martial arts school. As for the deceased martial arts students, compensate them with three million Thai baht."

Students are students after all. As long as they don't offend the martial arts instructors, the general's willingness to provide compensation is already merciful.

"I know what to do," the officer replied, turning around before quickly leaving the general's residence.

As the officer left, the general's expression shifted between light and dark, a growing unease brewing within him. He knew this unease stemmed from Zhao Sheng.

But Zhao Sheng had already escaped and disappeared. No matter how worried he was, he couldn't change anything, so he might as well finish his meal and think about other things later.

He finally sighed helplessly and continued eating.

Meanwhile, after killing Balhai and fleeing Haman Street, Zhao Sheng changed his clothes nearby and wore a hat, making it difficult to discern his appearance without close inspection.

He walked along and soon arrived at the south gate of Manchester. He could see people coming and going, and the line of people leaving was quite long.

"We need to get out before they can react, otherwise it will be difficult to get out once the city gates are closed."

Zhao Sheng pulled his hat down low with his hand, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers standing guard at the gate. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and a murderous intent welled up within him. "It seems this is the only way."

He left the ranks and headed towards the gate. He looked at the armed soldiers, and even though they were armed, he walked with a steady and calm demeanor, without the slightest fear.

"Hey, you have to line up and pay before you can leave." A soldier noticed Zhao Sheng approaching and reminded him, trying to persuade him to go back.

However, he didn't notice the dangerous glint in the latter's eyes. The man ignored him and continued walking, which struck him as odd. "I'm warning you again, go back and line up to pay, or else..."

Zhao Sheng remained silent, standing more than ten meters away from the soldier. He exerted force with his feet and spine, launching himself forward like a spring, swift as the wind, his fist carrying immense power.

boom!

Click!

The soldier sensed something was wrong and tried to fire, but it was too late. Zhao Sheng punched him in the chest, instantly breaking and collapsing his sternum. His body flew backward and rolled on the ground, his eyes unfocused, barely breathing, and he was already near death.

The entire place fell silent for a moment. No one could react because the incident had happened so suddenly; a person had died in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Sheng gave the other soldiers no chance to recover. He pushed off with his toes and spine, his movements as agile as a monkey. He arrived in front of another soldier and stabbed his throat with his palm like a knife.

In the blink of an eye, another person can be killed. Those who have reached the Ming Jin level generally have much faster nerve reactions than ordinary people, not to mention those who have reached the An Jin level.

As a martial artist with internal strength, Zhao Sheng could easily kill two people who were off guard at close range.

A gun is fast from seven paces away, but within seven paces he is fast; within arm's reach, he can turn anyone into an enemy!

"Quick, fire! Enemies!" a soldier shouted, raising his gun to shoot. Zhao Sheng killed two men in quick succession, then pushed off with his toe and fled out of the city.

bang bang bang! ! !

The burst of gunfire startled those queuing to leave the city. Fear filled their eyes as they fled. They had just witnessed someone kill two people and then saw soldiers open fire; panic was inevitable.

Zhao Sheng didn't dare to run in a straight line, as that would make him an easy target. So he sought cover to avoid the bullets, but even so, he was still hit by two bullets in the back.

"Fortunately, stepping into the Dark Force realm allowed me to slightly tighten my muscles; otherwise, I might not have been able to escape the battle at the city gate, and I might have even died there."

"Indeed, before reaching the Transformation Realm or the Core Realm, firearms pose a certain lethal threat to martial artists and boxers."

Zhao Sheng lowered his eyes. Even though he was injured, he still left quickly. The two bullets did not affect his journey. He moved like a nimble monkey, leaping several meters with each step. His back was stained red.

Gradually, as time passed, his face turned pale, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his clothes on the back were stained with both blood and sweat, making his steps slightly unsteady.

He lost too much blood.

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng had already seen the scene ahead. He was not far from the shore, and when he looked up, he saw a large ship docked at the shore, with many people on the shore.

The boat was retracting its ladder, seemingly about to leave the shore. He suddenly quickened his pace, and with a burst of strength, he leaped several meters in one step.

Just as the ladder was about to be retracted, Zhao Sheng finally arrived, leaped up, opened his large hands, his five fingers gripping like iron clamps, and then, with a burst of strength, flipped himself onto the boat.

His entrance drew astonished glances from those around him. Who was this guy, so daring? Didn't he know how dangerous it was? He could fall into the sea if he made a mistake.

What they didn't know was that Zhao Sheng felt the pursuing soldiers were more dangerous than falling into the sea. Staying in Thailand would only lead to their discovery sooner or later, and the general wouldn't let him live.

There were many foreigners and Asians on the ship. An Asian girl saw that Zhao Sheng's back was stained with blood and that he was lying on the deck, pale and weak. She quickly called for a doctor.

Zhao Sheng glanced at the girl; she had a fair complexion, a ponytail, and upon closer inspection, her palms showed faint calluses. She was wearing a slightly loose set of clothes. Finally, he closed his eyes.

Although he was cautious and distrustful of strangers, he believed in the martial ethics of a martial arts master.

He was shot twice outside the city and had lost too much blood while fleeing all the way here. Coupled with the two bursts of power in succession, he was now weak all over and even felt a little heavy-headed.