The superbeings and cultivators glued to their screens could not help but gasp.What was meant by superpower big guns? Perhaps they did not mean simple weapons like handguns or sniper rifles. They must have been talking about a country's heavy-duty arsenal, weapons used to protect its turf and pride.Why did so many titans, even those old heavyweights who had been around for ages, go underground? It was simple. The tech of the big nations was so advanced, their weapons so sharp, that those beings could be wiped out in a blink. They stayed out of sight to avoid giving those countries a reason to come after them.Aside from cultivation freaks like Ashton, a regular Joe spent a decade in grueling training to hit the peak, only to be taken out by a simple bullet. Those who aimed to be an inner strength cultivator? They poured in over 20 years, and still, they could not dodge a bullet.Grandmasters were hard to come by in Lindorm—such a position required years of hard work, natural tale

"It's Yehooda's regular army.""They have 4132 men.""Ashton!""Ashton!" Mona yelled from the window, her voice reaching Ashton, who was standing a few blocks away. Screams pierced the air from the train's passengers.When Ashton heard her, he strode to the electric train. Mona dashed over to meet him."Mister Levin, you need to get out of here. They've sent a whole regular army against you, and that's something not even a cultivator can stand against," Mona said, her voice laced with urgency.She noticed Ashton was sweeping his gaze across the train's interior; he did not look like he was leaving. So, Mona said, "Mister Levin, you're powerful, top of the Chart of Supremes, and you've even taken down Sunoria's Salcedo Sword Saint. No one might be able to touch you now, but don't underestimate a nation's military might. Others as strong as you have done so and paid with their lives!""The Martial Arts Defense Bureau has set up troops and choppers for extraction at the border. Sun

[Hey, once you're done offing the guy, don't forget to post a picture for us all to get a kick out of it. I'm dying to know if the tough guy hesitates when facing the reaper or is as tough as he talks.][LOL, I bet he's shaking in his boots so bad he's about to pee his pants.]The man, known as Fernando, was already packing his belongings to flee the moment he learned that someone had discovered his IP.However, the bounty hunter from Lindorm, a kind of elite known as a shadow walker, lived just around the corner. The hacker had revealed everything—name, address, photo, and other information. Fernando had barely gotten out the door when he collided with a mountain of a man."Fernando, real name Fernando Baldwin, that's you, right?" The big guy spun around and snagged him."No, you've got the wrong guy." Fernando stammered, face as white as a sheet."Wrong guy?" Cidda Lackner flashed the photo he had. "Seems to me I've got the right one. You have a pretty sharp tongue, don't you?

Ashton was a terrifyingly powerful force to be reckoned with.However, what could have happened next?How would he have handled the situation then?What was his next move when confronted with a supersonic jet and the pinnacle of military technology?"We have to get out of here. The next ten kilometers will be dangerous. Please hurry and get the Lindorm folks to safety. I will draw the battle deeper into the mountains," Ashton said mysteriously, leaving Mona, Chrissy, and the others in awe of his superior voice transmission skill.Ashton propelled himself forward, leaping dozens of meters in a flash.As he moved, another supersonic missile detonated nearby, causing a massive crater and scattering sand and stones in a shower of scorched earth.Ashton landed a hundred meters away and quickly descended into the mountains.The dense woods and rolling hills made it difficult to spot a single soul. Usually, Ashton would not bother hiding or sneaking around. However, the prowess of tho

"Sunoria's supersonic jet, an older F series model, simply cannot compete with our current K series in terms of speed or agility. We have an 80 percent chance of avoiding that golden light attack with our latest supersonic jets."A military researcher with striking blond hair and blue eyes presented his findings to a room full of officers in a Western command center."Are these findings based on actual tests?" a high-ranking officer asked."We pieced this together after a meticulous frame-by-frame breakdown of the footage, coupled with a thorough data analysis," the researcher said.The grizzled officer leaned in, his voice steady and low. "You can't compare theory to the heat of battle. Sure, our jets are faster, but what matters out there is a pilot's ability to think on their feet." He paused and pointed to the sky. "Did you notice that? That gold streak? It is as if it has its own mind, dodging and weaving with some high-tech guidance system. The only way to shake that is to go