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Chapter 184 Civilization [Part 1]

Park Hyun-jin was naturally unaware of the red-haired woman's reaction after he left.

He left the coast, found a secluded corner, took out a black Peking Opera mask from his pocket, and put it steadily on his face.

The mask was cold and clung to my skin, like another face.

This is essential to avoid being recognized.

It wouldn't have been so troublesome a decade or two ago, but not now, as almost everyone has a mobile phone that can take pictures.

If someone takes a picture of your real face, it could cause a lot of trouble, so to avoid any negative impact...

Covering one's face is necessary.

After doing all this.

He glanced down at the map on his phone and memorized the approximate location.

The next instant, his figure moved swiftly.

The speed was so fast that before the afterimage remained in place, the person had already leaped onto the tall building.

He stepped out through the narrow gaps between the buildings, the wind whistling past his ears and his clothes fluttering in the wind.

In mid-air, he was like a black arrow, speeding forward along the city skyline that was about to darken.

Wushi is not far from here, about fifty kilometers away.

With his Blood Exchange Realm strength, this distance is nothing.

The blood and qi in his body surged like a tide, and with each step he took, the air beneath his feet produced a dull thud.

Ordinary people cannot catch a glimpse of it; at most, they can only hear some explosions.

Even as he sped away, he managed to spare a moment to glance at the message sent by the previous receiver.

The message was short, just over a thousand words.

He read extremely quickly; the light swept across the screen, and he took in everything in just a few breaths.

After reading it, Park Hyun-jin's face darkened completely.

A chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes, almost solidifying into a tangible form.

"How could they be so heartless and inhumane? They really don't respect my great Jin Kingdom at all."

His voice was hoarse, suppressing his anger.

A few minutes later.

Park Hyun-jin appeared on the outskirts of Wu City.

From a great distance, he could see the thick smoke and flames above the city.

Thick black smoke billowed, enveloping crimson flames, turning half the sky a dark red.

The once bustling city is now one-fifth of its area shrouded in ruins and scorched earth.

The ground was riddled with large, broken craters, its edges cracked like a spider web, with rubble scattered everywhere, as if it had just been washed by a dense meteorite shower.

He stopped, his brow furrowed.

"Could it be that the military used artillery shells?"

The scale of the destruction is simply outrageous.

—Boom!

Just then, a loud explosion suddenly erupted in a dimly lit corner of the city in the distance.

Armed helicopters circled at low altitude, raining down a barrage of fire, with tracer rounds tearing through the night sky.

suddenly.

Several helicopters that had gotten too close exploded in mid-air, turning into dazzling fireballs, their wreckage trailing black smoke as they fell to the ground.

Below, rows of buildings collapsed with a deafening roar, sending dust billowing into the sky.

Although he couldn't see their specific figures, with his powerful perception and vision at the Blood Exchange Realm, he could still clearly capture the two undisguised figures.

A man dressed in a gray shirt and wearing a straw hat, carrying a shoulder pole.

From the carrying pole and basket, strangely shaped black shadows rushed out and attacked the young man in the black trench coat and holding a long stick on the opposite side.

Faced with this situation, the young man casually swung his long staff and smashed it, causing the ground to shake and the attacking black shadow to explode.

The surrounding buildings collapsed in large sections.

Terrified screams echoed from afar, piercing the eardrums.

Seeing this scene.

The veins on Park Hyun-jin's face bulged, and his gaze swept across the surroundings like lightning.

The other two Five Star Hwarang were nowhere to be seen.

But we can't worry about that right now.

Those two things must be stopped.

Thinking of this.

Suddenly, a deep crater appeared beneath his feet, and rubble shot out like shrapnel in all directions.

He transformed into a blur, hurtling towards the center of the battle.

A long gray trail of dust stretched behind them.

soon.

He then approached the center of the battlefield.

At the same time, the armed helicopters circling overhead finally locked onto Park Hyun-jin's figure.

This scene was also transmitted in real time via surveillance footage to an emergency meeting room in the capital of the country hundreds of kilometers away.

At this moment, the conference room was in complete chaos.

"I suggest using heavy weapons for all-around bombardment!"

Someone slammed their fist on the table and roared.

"Bombing? What about the citizens in the city? Besides, those two humanoid monsters are impossible to destroy with ordinary weapons. We might as well wait for Hwarang's reinforcements."

The other person immediately retorted.

"Wait for reinforcements? Can we afford to wait? If this drags on any longer, Wuheng City might become a ghost town!"

Just as the argument was raging, Park Hyun-jin's figure suddenly appeared on the large screen on one side.

Inside the meeting room, all the high-ranking officials of the Jin Kingdom were instantly invigorated.

"Those two people are unreliable. They take a lot of benefits from others, but they disappear when something happens."

Why can't everyone be like Park Hyun-jin?

An elderly man with white hair spoke coldly, striking the ground hard with his cane as he spoke.

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to respond.

This is the case in Jin Kingdom.

Even powerful martial artists will eventually choose to align themselves with conglomerates and serve the higher-ups, maintaining order in the Kingdom of Jin for personal gain or by being promised a reward.

Even high-ranking officials who are ordinary people can decide the life or death of these people with a single sentence.

However, this phenomenon only applies to Hwarangs with a rating of three stars or lower.

Once your strength reaches three stars, that is, the Bone Tempering Realm.

The vast majority of firearms have become ineffective.

It can only be destroyed by mobilizing the army or using heavy weapons with enormous power and a wide enough kill range.

As for the Five Star Hwarang, Geun-kook has absolutely no means of restraining them.

At that moment, on the big screen, Park Hyun-jin was charging towards the center of the battlefield.

In the conference room, everyone immediately relaxed.

"Great! Chairman Park is about to make his move!"

"We're saved!"

"Chairman Park is truly a great hero of our country!"

Flattery poured in, and no one doubted whether Park Hyun-jin could be a match for those two.

Because he is the strongest being in the Kingdom of Jin.

She is the kind of person who can easily solve any problem, no matter what difficulties she encounters.

It was precisely because of his presence that the other two Five Star Hwarangs remained cautious and did not dare to be too presumptuous.

Park Hyun-jin approached the battlefield.

Looking at the scene.

The man in the black trench coat held a long stick, each strike accompanied by a dull thud, drawing out rings of white air.

The gray-shirted peddler, carrying a shoulder pole, looked disheveled and tried to dodge.

During the fight, several ordinary people who couldn't escape far enough were merely grazed and instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, without even having time to scream.

"You two bastards, stop right there!"

Park Hyun-jin roared, his voice booming like thunder.

The instant he roared.

A massive white nine-tailed fox aura suddenly appeared behind him, its nine tails swirling wildly in the air, tearing through the night wind.

He used both hands simultaneously.

Qi and blood energy converged, transforming into two enormous, blood-red palms that blotted out the sky, slamming down on Hu Long and the peddler with an aura of crushing everything!

The air shrieked under the palm print, strained to breathe.

The pebbles on the ground were lifted up and then crushed into powder by the air pressure.

"So noisy!"

However, at that moment...

A dark shadow of a stick suddenly flashed past.

Wherever the long staff passed, the central atmosphere was forcibly compressed into a visible white shock wave, which spread forward in a fan shape with a loud bang, and the air emitted a piercing, explosive shriek.

The palm print collided head-on with the shockwave.

There was no stalemate whatsoever.

The palm print was torn to shreds on the spot as if it were made of paper, and a white shockwave carrying fragments of shattered energy swept across the area.

The next instant.

Park Hyun-jin's body was struck directly by the black stick.

Crack!

The white nine-tailed fox aura behind him exploded like a bubble struck by a heavy hammer, turning into countless specks of light that scattered across the sky.

Next came his entire skeletal structure.

The continuous explosions felt like a string of firecrackers going off inside my body.

Countless streams of blood mist erupted from his pores, instantly enveloping him in a red fog.

His body shot backward at an even faster speed than when he came, like a cannonball being fired.

Along the way, it crashed into and destroyed several armed helicopters that were unable to dodge in time.

The sheet metal and frame twisted and exploded upon impact, turning into fireballs that fell with him.

finally.

He crashed down from the sky into the city below, the ground exploded, and rubble and dust surged outwards like waves.

A massive chasm, hundreds of meters long, tore through the streets and ruins, only coming to a stop after it crashed into a dilapidated building.

At the end of the ravine.

Park Hyun-jin was half-embedded in the rubble, his clothes were torn to shreds, and his skin was covered with fine cracks.

Half of his body, including part of his jaw, had disappeared.

Fresh blood gushed out like a spring.

"I----"

His lips barely moved, and his eyes still held an incredulous look of terror.

I felt the life force within my body rapidly dissipating like the receding tide.

I want to say something.

But in the end, he couldn't say anything.

His head tilted to the side and slumped down heavily.

There was no more life.

At the same time.

On the other side, atop a tall building, two figures disappeared into the shadows.

They were a man and a woman, both handsome and beautiful, like idols making their debut.

The two were none other than the other two Five-Star Hwarang from the Kingdom of Jin who had reached the level of blood transfusion.

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"Park Hyun-jin—just like that, he's dead?"

The woman's voice was dry, filled with disbelief.

The man beside him was in no better shape; his eyes twitched slightly, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

In their eyes, Park Hyun-jin was a bit mentally unstable, constantly spouting nonsense like "with great power comes great responsibility."

But it cannot be denied that the guy's strength far surpasses that of the two of them.

They have only just entered the first stage of blood transfusion, while Park Hyun-jin has already entered the second stage.

They had faced off before.

The two fought with all their might, revealing all their trump cards, but could only barely hold their own.

But now.

The strongest man in Jin Kingdom didn't even have time to react before he was killed with a single blow.

The two exchanged a glance.

Their eyes met, but there was no sadness, no anger.

I can only feel fortunate.

I'm glad I didn't act rashly and rush into their battle.

Otherwise, Park Hyun-jin wouldn't be the only one lying on the ground now.

"Let's go! This place is not safe to stay any longer."

The man spoke, his voice low and deep.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared from the rooftop.

Without the slightest hesitation, the woman also transformed into a blur and followed closely behind.

As for the consequences, the responsibilities, and the lives of the people of Jin State.

The two of them didn't care at all.

With their blood-repair level of strength, there's nowhere on Earth they can't go.

As for the other Hwarangs below the five-star level who were lurking in various places and observing, they all chose to stay away from this place.

I wish my parents didn't have two more legs.

As for the high-ranking officials of the Jin Kingdom, they all looked stunned and incredulous.

After realizing what had happened...

The only option is to seek international assistance.

We hope that, out of humanitarian considerations, strong forces will be dispatched to help them.

As for heavy weapons coverage strikes, they are completely useless unless nuclear weapons are used.

The Kingdom of Jin does not possess such weapons, and even if they did, they would not dare to use them, given the limited size of their territory.

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The silver lettering flashed and disappeared in Hu Long's pupils.

He glanced at the distance out of the corner of his eye.

Ignored it.

Hu Long withdrew his gaze and looked back at the peddler's stall in front of him.

Darkness seeped out from the gaps in the shelves like living things, coalescing into twisted human figures that shrieked as they lunged at him.

Some of those figures had disproportionate limbs and twisted joints; some had bloated bodies that were several meters long; and some had hair that dragged on the ground, making them look incredibly bizarre.

In this regard.

Hu Long raised his hand and waved the black stick in his hand.

The rod rolled over, and the air made a low, tearing sound.

The monsters at the very front seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, their bodies exploding the moment they made contact.

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"Yes, that's it, give me a little more!"

Hu Long grinned, his mouth splitting almost to his ears.

He initially intended to use the peddler's pole to practice and familiarize himself with the newly acquired weapon and the secret techniques he had mastered.

But as the fight went on, he noticed that what the other side was releasing had changed.

At first, they were just crudely made, stitched-together monsters formed from some kind of power.

But those waves just now actually included real evil spirits.

The aura of those strange spirits was cold and murky, carrying a sense of deathly stillness that no living being should possess.

It was clearly the peddler who caught him using some kind of method.

However, this all benefited Hu Long.

In just one or two minutes, nearly two thousand strands of source value were deposited into the account.

Hu Long originally planned to finish the fight once he had had enough fun.

But looking at the strange monsters constantly emerging before him...

He felt that this idea could be put on hold for later.

Before that, he had to squeeze every last drop out of this peddler's cart; it was all source value, and he couldn't let it go to waste.

opposite.

Over time.

The peddler's body began to tremble, and the number of strange creatures in his basket began to decrease.

He watched helplessly as the powerful votes he had painstakingly accumulated grew.

One after another, they were smashed to pieces by that black stick, as easily as breaking a clay pot.

Clearly, Hu Long was deliberately teasing him.

Understand this.

The last shred of hope in his heart was crushed, replaced by a bone-chilling cold.

His figure began to retreat, no longer choosing to attack Hu Long.

Instead, they relied on their ability to constantly shift and escape out of the city.

Unfortunately, if he could teleport ten or a hundred kilometers in an instant, he might still have a chance to escape.

But a distance of only one kilometer is meaningless.

The peddler seemed to have realized this problem as well.

A change began to occur in him; the carrying pole and basket transformed into black shadows and merged into his body, causing his body to grow taller and his aura to rise again.

The distance they moved also increased, from one kilometer to two kilometers.

But the result remained unchanged.

Hu Long didn't even wear the Rabbit Rabbit magic item, yet he was able to easily catch up with his opponent.

After confirming that the other party was not possessed by any supernatural force, Hu Long no longer held back.

With just a few blows, the peddler, whose strength was comparable to that of a Yuan Dan cultivator, was smashed to pieces, leaving only his head, which Hu Long held in his hand.

"Tell me, what is your background? Why did you trade that fire spirit egg with me?"

Hu Long's eyes turned a vibrant green.

His spiritual talent of spirit control was pushed to its limit at this moment.

The peddler, now only a head, suddenly froze in his struggle.

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