God-Like Extraction Chapter 176 – Sonic Speed! Sonic Speed!

A hush fell in the car.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Cao Feng coughed again, his pale face void of any color.

“Tss…”

As the act tugged on his wounds, the intense pain made him suck in a breath of cold air.

“Speed up, to the hospital!”

Di Donglei ordered in a low voice. He continued. “Whether or not there are third-grade martial artists in the crematorium has nothing to do with us for now. Rather, what is Han Shilong doing here in Qinghe City? What have the people doing the investigations found?”

“For now, we have only managed to find out that Han Shilong is in Qinghe City for the Mausoleum of Prince Qin,” answered a man in martial arts attire.

“The Mausoleum of Prince Qin?” sneered Cao Feng. “All four of the ancient manuals containing the location of the Mausoleum of Prince Qin are missing. How the hell will he get in there?!”

“I'm certain that the Mausoleum of Prince Qin is just his excuse. His true motives are definitely something else!”

“I agree,” said Di Donglei, nodding. “Han Shilong must have other plans in Qinghe City. Tell our men to keep a close eye on him and report the situation every half an hour!”

“Understood,” replied the man, nodding. He picked up a phone and began handing down orders.

Silence resumed.

The Han Family of Treasure Elephant City was a powerful faction on par with the Divine Fist Sect.

If the regions were divided with Green Cloud Mountain Range as the center,

Qinghe City would be located on the southeast face of the mountain range.

Treasure Elephant City, on the other hand, was located on the north side.

The two cities were considered neighbors geographically, and they each had their own unique features. Dealings were very frequent between the two cities.

Due to the close proximity, all major factions that wanted to expand would set up branches or strongholds in these cities.

That was what happened with the Divine Fist Dojo operated by the Divine Fist Sect.

The Divine Fist Dojo was ranked third among the many dojos in Qinghe City.

But 50 years ago, it had been making inroads into other cities.

Every city in the Changyang Prefecture, including the prefecture city, had a Divine Fist Dojo.

Treasure Elephant City was no exception.

They became enemies with Han Shilong's Han Family because the Treasure Elephant City had taken in a disciple who had offended the Han Family before. The conflict had escalated from a small-scale conflict to a major one, and eventually, hostility had formed between them.

In terms of numbers, the Divine Fist Sect had more members, but the two factions had a similar number of experts.

While comparing the strength of two factions, the number of top experts was the key.

If the number of fourth-grade experts was about the same, then no matter how hostile they were, things wouldn't develop to the point where they would fight to the death.

Of course, deep down, they would be wishing for each other to die.

Whenever there was a chance, they would add insult to injury.

Take Han Shilong as an example, causing trouble at Shi Mingshi's farewell ceremony was a deliberate act to upset the entire Divine Fist Sect.

Who would have thought that their fight would draw out what seemed like a third-grade expert to take action!

Unlike Di Donglei, Cao Feng, and the others, who were more concerned about Han Shilong's true intentions in Qinghe City, the others were all paying attention to the third-grade martial artist in the crematorium!

At the crematorium.

In Wu Shouhan's office.

Every captain, team leader and manager was present.

“Have arrangements been made for all the casualties?” asked Wu Shouhan, concerned.

“They've all been sent to the hospital. The doctors checked them and said they are all fine. There isn't anyone with major injuries,” answered a manager.

“Glad to hear that,” said Wu Shouhan, heaving a sigh of relief as he relaxed a little. The next second, his face lit up with unconcealed joy. He began excitedly, “I'm sure everyone knows that there's a “Senior” in our area. I wonder how long he's been living in seclusion here…”

“Um, Uncle Wu, isn't it a little too early to be saying all this?”

The corner of Su Jingxing's mouth twitched, and he interjected, “The members of the Divine Fist Sect and the Han Family were wounded, and that senior might not be a part of our crematorium. Maybe he was just passing by and couldn't stand the sight of them fighting in the crematorium and implicating others. And that was why he lent a helping hand?”

“I've thought about that as well.” Wu Shouhan nodded and analyzed, “Under other circumstances, it might have been a coincidence, but this isn't the first time he's saved someone.”

“That's right. This “Senior” was the one who saved Feng Tiejian the last time. Without him, Feng Tiejian would be dead by now.”

“That's right. This “Senior” must be someone from our crematorium. We didn't know about him in the past, but it must have been because there weren't any critical situations and life-threatening incidents. These two incidents are different; both of them were enough to put someone to death, so “Senior” didn't hesitate to make a move.”

“That's right. This “Senior” is definitely a reclusive expert. Perhaps he lives in seclusion in our crematorium to comprehend the great Dao of life and death!”

“You are a martial artist yourself, Captain Little Su. How could you not trust “Senior”? If he's happy to accept you as his disciple, I dare say you will immediately advance to sixth-grade!”

“That's right, that's right, Captain Little Su. Everything else can wait. You have to keep this matter in mind and strive to become his disciple, even if you already have a teacher.”

As the group chatted, they all offered ideas to Su Jingxing. They wished the “Senior” who was living in seclusion in the crematorium could be lured out.

That's right, they weren't truly thinking of Su Jingxing. Instead, their goal was to lure out the “Senior” who had resolved the crematorium's crises twice.

An expert who was at least in the fourth-grade!

As the “Senior”, what could Su Jingxing say to that?

He was at a loss for words.

If Wu Shouhan and the others were happy, so be it.

He had helped the crematorium twice in a row, so it was no wonder Wu Shouhan and the others thought so much into it.

If Su Jingxing wasn't the person involved, he too would be overthinking things as well.

But he couldn't just sit back and watch.

It was one thing if Su Jingxing wasn't present, but to watch the innocent crematorium staff get injured or die on the spot was almost too much for Su Jingxing.

Therefore, he decided to let the misunderstanding go on.

With an expert guarding the crematorium, the others could also exercise restraint when entering.

However, the development of the situation was beyond Su Jingxing's expectations.

Noon had just passed when wave after wave of people from factions all over Qinghe City arrived at the crematorium.

A suspected third-grade expert was living in seclusion in the crematorium!

The news spread quickly, and its impact was sensational.

How could anyone who knew about the news hold themselves back? They immediately rushed to the crematorium and stared at every person they caught.

Older staff attracted the most attention.

These people were mainly from the logistics department, in charge of cleaning, guarding the storerooms, cooking in the canteen, and so on.

During Su Jingxing's afternoon patrol, he saw two solemn-looking men dressed in formal attire. When Old Zhou, who was sweeping the floor, appeared, they suddenly bowed and addressed him as “Senior”.

Old Zhou was dumbfounded.

Senior?

He wished!

Unfortunately, he was only fated to sweep the floor.

Old Zhou, who was both shocked and terrified, snapped out of his daze and left without looking at the two of them.

The two men bowed, not daring to give chase. They remained bent over until Old Zhou was out of sight.

“Looks like it isn't him either,” a man sighed.

“If it isn't him, then who could it have been?” another person asked, puzzled. “We've already examined all the elderly people, but we haven't been able to find the “Senior”. Has he gone into hiding?”

“Shut up!” the sighing man bellowed in a low voice, his expression changing. “Is the “Senior” someone you can discuss? If you want to be his disciple, you better only say the good things!”

Wow.

Acknowledge him as their master! These two fellows really think that they can get a third-grade martial artist to be their master with what they had?

Dream on!

Shaking his head, Su Jingxing turned around and left.

“That person left.”

The sound of their conversation drifted into his ears.

“So what? He's just a security guard of the crematorium. There's nothing to pay attention to.”

“I wonder who this “Senior” is. Do you think he could be younger? Between 40 to 50 years old?”

“After examining all the older people and failing to find the “Senior”, I think we can lower the age conditions a little.”

“Alright then, let's go examine the next group of people.”

“Let's go!”

Su Jingxing curled his lips after listening to their conversation.

He couldn't stay at the crematorium any longer.

These people were out of their minds. A suspected third-grade martial artist had appeared in the crematorium. Those who were here to watch the fun were in the minority but those who wanted to strike up a relationship or even become the third-grade martial artist's disciple were a crazy number.

This was understandable for low-rank martial artists .

However, it was frustrating that those who owned dojos or have established their own factions or sects had the same thoughts.

In the end, people from the Li, Zhou, Wang, Qi Families, the Sky Water Chamber of Commerce, the Iron Thread Sect, the Cross Alliance, the Jade Sword Sect, and even the Martial Suppression Office and the City Guard Office were all here!

When these people arrived at the crematorium, they gathered in groups of twos and threes and would stare and examine the crematorium staff. However, they were sensible and did not disturb the crematorium's operations. Neither did they dare to make a din, let alone fight.

Even though no one was messing around, the crematorium staff still felt uncomfortable being stared at.

Only Wu Shouhan was the happiest.

Even though the crematorium was an official organization, it had never been regarded highly by the major factions.

It was just a place to incinerate corpses; there was nothing special about it.

However, a suspected third-grade expert was now known to be living in seclusion in the crematorium.

The status of the crematorium immediately took a 360-degree turn.

The Divine Fist Sect, the Martial Suppression Office, the number one martial arts family in Qinghe, the Li Family——all of them had become insignificant.

From now on, this small crematorium would be the true number one “holy land” of martial arts in Qinghe City!

Regardless of whether the others admitted it, Wu Shouhan was certain of it.

Faced with wave after wave of people dispatched by the various factions coming to the crematorium to investigate, Wu Shouhan was beaming with joy and high spirits. He was even more excited than when he entered the bridal chamber or got promoted to become a city guard.

Su Jingxing found it amusing, but didn't say anything.

In the afternoon, he found an excuse to leave the crematorium and return to his small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

He took out the Deduction Card, sat on the bed, and unlocked it.

Su Jingxing circulated the Divine Spirit Control Technique to deduce this ultimate technique.

First, he had to fill in the missing content to make the first section complete.

Then, he would deduce the rest bit by bit.

Su Jingxing had no idea how many sections there were in total.

In any case, Su Jingxing used all five deductions chances he had on the Divine Spirit Control Technique.

After the five attempts, he managed to produce half of the content.

Su Jingxing went through the information regarding the Divine Spirit Control Technique in his mind. He inspected everything from head to toe and confirmed that the technique could be cultivated even with only half of its content available.

Without delay, he took out the remaining Martial Arts Practice Card from last time, the one with 13 years of practice time.

After unlocking the Martial Arts Practice Card, he cultivated the Divine Spirit Control Technique in the Martial Arts Practice Space.

Only after he began cultivating this ultimate technique did he know that it not only affected one's physique, but also one's true energy and soul power.

All three types of power had to meet a certain standard for him to successfully reach the introductory stage.

Of course, Su Jingxing checked all the boxes.

Therefore, he did not stop cultivating in the Martial Arts Practice Space until the time was up and his consciousness returned to his physical body.

After adapting for a while, Su Jingxing took out Thunderbolt and controlled it using the Divine Spirit Control Technique.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Suddenly, the sound of rushing wind was heard. Thunderbolt transformed into a ray of cold light that darted through the air without any form or shadow.

During this process, Thunderbolt's energy, the power of heavenly lightning and thunder did not leak out at all.

This was incredible. In any case, when Su Jingxing manipulated Thunderbolt previously, he couldn't control it and ended up leaking energy along with it.

Now, he had completely grasped the entire spirit weapon.

In a more profound sense, the old Thunderbolt could only be used as a weapon.

And now, this spirit weapon had already become a part of him.

The sentience concealed in Thunderbolt had been completely subdued by Su Jingxing.

With his thoughts, Su Jingxing could manipulate Thunderbolt to circle his body and move about agilely.

Swoosh!

Whoosh!

Thunderbolt grew in size, flew into the courtyard and soared into the sky.

Su Jingxing followed suit and also rose into the air.

Then, slowly, steadily, and calmly, he stepped on the sword and charged into the clouds.

Sword Kinesis Flight!

He did not need to use lightness skills, nor did he need to expend a large amount of internal energy. All he needed to do was to infuse a small amount of true energy into his sword and connect it to his body, forming an invisible passage.

Finally, using his thoughts, he flew through the air at will.

This sort of flying method was undoubtedly more exciting and heroic.

Flying to the nine heavens on the sword, roaming the universe.

His speed was extremely fast. The speed of a simple sprint had exceeded Su Jingxing's maximum operating speed when the Eight Steps Rising Dragon.

Then, there was double sonic speed!

Triple sonic speed!

Quadruple sonic speed!

Quintuple sonic speed!

Using the Divine Spirit Control Technique, he stimulated Thunderbolt with all his might to test its fastest speed.

Finally, at quadruple sonic speed, Su Jingxing slowed down and stopped increasing his speed.

Not that he lacked true energy or soul power, but because his physical body wasn't strong enough!

The air resistance, recoil force, pressure, impact, and so on was simply too powerful.

Su Jingxing's physical body that had reached the limits of the human body was still unable to endure the full impact.

Quadruple sonic speed was his limit.

Any faster, his skin would crack, followed by his bones, and finally his internal organs.

In the end, even his brain would crash.

Quadruple sonic speed was enough.

Currently, only half of the Divine Spirit Control Technique's was available. If he could complete the deduction, he believed it would provide corresponding measures to protect his body.

Prior to this, Su Jingxing had been flying through the air at four times of sonic speed.

He flew from the east side of the Changyang Prefecture to the west, back and forth.

Finally, he returned to the Green Cloud Mountain and landed at the bottom of the cliff where the silver sunflower was.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but a team happened to be standing at the top of the cliff, leaning on the edge and looking down.

“Brother, the worldly energy waves are coming from below!”

Chapter end