Chapter 4
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A short distance away, Ling Fei kept her brother behind her. Fear rose in her heart as she watched them fight. Never in her dreams would she ever have imagined that martial artists could be so strong.
1Within her team of bodyguards, many were trained in martial arts since young. They were well versed in various martial art forms such as kickboxing, taekwondo, and judo, but they were still only slightly more capable of fighting than ordinary people. At most, they could take on three to five ordinary men at once.
5However, the martial prowess displayed by those two far surpassed her expectations.
1Once this ordeal was over, Ling Fei decided that she must find a way to employ such masters to be her bodyguards. That was the only way to ensure their safety.
3“You’re a Baodan Grandmaster!” exclaimed Poison Scorpion. His eyes widened as though he had just seen a ghost.
He couldn’t believe that he saw a Baodan Grandmaster! Not only that but also one so young!
“So, he’s just a level four?” That naive young greenhorn shrugged him off.
The square-faced fatty shot him a side glance and said, “Do you think that a level four is weak? Cultivators of the first three levels were still humans whom you can still shoot down with a gun. A level four powerhouse, however, is a tough nut to crack. If you arm them from head to toe with proper gear and put them atop the battlefield, one of them is enough to wipe out an entire special ops team. Now that Sprit Qi has awakened on earth, and massive changes are happening to the Sun and the Earth, these warriors will only be tougher and even more troublesome. Their powers will increase exponentially!”
The inexperienced greenhorn immediately knew that he had underestimated the Poison Scorpion. To go up against an entire special ops team alone was unheard of. He must be someone extremely dangerous.
“Even if I were to make a move, I am not sure if we can truly capture Poison Scorpion. Unless we invite our biggest boss from the agency, then we might stand a chance. However, our biggest boss is out of the city. That’s why he had an opening to slip past us!” said the square-faced fatso.
“In that case, wouldn’t the guy who killed him be at least a level five or six?” The young greenhorn asked, “If a level four powerhouse is already that formidable, wouldn’t a level five be a lot more powerful?”