Life and death battles were always as swift as thunder.
From Alkaid's sudden sword thrust, to smashing the demon and stabbing it nine times mid-air, to finally both of them landing, retreating five steps, and striking the demon's chin with the palm, finishing with the fatal last strike, the entire process was incredibly fast.
Moreover, right after the fatal kill, Alkaid instantly kicked again, hitting the demon square in the waist, sending its robust body flying several meters, quickly staining the corridor red with blood.
Dead on the spot.
Only at this moment did the two bodyguards and another man who was entrusted with an important task by the demon react.
"Boss!"
"President Xu!?"
Amid their cries, the reactions of the three were also incredibly fast.
The two bodyguards immediately reached into their coats to draw their guns.
The man who earlier seemed about to take over Lei Ao's role let out a low roar, with a booming punch, he surged forward from behind Alkaid.
This…
Turned out to be another martial master.
However, from the explosion of his punch, it was clear he was still somewhat lacking in skill to achieve great mastery, let alone compare to the demon.
Alkaid did not even bother to notice him.
As one of the bodyguards drew his gun and was about to turn it towards him, Alkaid had already dashed forward.
Avoiding the punch from the man behind, his sword slashed towards the armed bodyguard targeting him unbelievably fast.
"Ssch!"
A flash of cold light.
The bodyguard's right hand, holding the firearm, was severed at the wrist, blood spurted.
The hand holding the gun and the gun itself fell together.
This scene instantly caused the bodyguard's eyes to widen, filled with horror and disbelief.
But before he could scream out in agony, the sword that had severed his wrist whirled around, lightning-fast, grazing his neck...
No!
Not grazing!
It was a slashing!
The sharp edge of the sword slashed past, tearing open the bodyguard's throat while being flung out further.
"Shoo!"
A slight whistling sound accompanied by the noise of the sword digging into flesh occurred simultaneously.
The other bodyguard, also aiming his gun at Alkaid, had his throat directly penetrated by the flying short sword.
The entire process, not only incredibly fast, was smooth and fluid, accomplished in one breath.
"Buzz buzz!"
Behind him, the sound of a punch stirring the air grew louder again.
It was that martial master pressing his attack.
Yet Alkaid did not even turn around.
His legs burst with power, and his body, like a nimble leopard lunging forth, leaped into the air, his knee viciously striking the chest of the bodyguard whose throat was pierced.
"Thud!"
The bodyguard's ribcage instantly fractured under the impact.
The robust body further flew backward due to the combined impact of the lunge, leap, and knee strike.
As he flew backward, Alkaid's right hand precisely grabbed the hilt of the short sword piercing his throat.
"Ssch!"
Blood splattered.
Under the acting force, the short sword was easily pulled out, following Alkaid's body in mid-air as he suddenly twisted, striking lightning-fast at the relentless martial master behind him.
"Trouble!"
The martial master launching another punch sharp sensed the imminent danger, his face changed as he tried to alter his attack.
At this moment, he realized that failing to incapacitate this deadly foe with their numerical advantage at the start, and facing him with his terrifying strength, was simply a death sentence.
As thoughts swirled, he explosively retraced his attacking move.
But…
It was too late!
"Ssch!"
The short sword, bought for hundreds of thousands, was incredibly sharp.
Even though the man changed his move instantly, the action of throwing out a punch couldn't be retracted in time, his arm, gathering the energy of the punch, was at an angle from the wrist, which Alkaid severed with a fierce slash upon turning around.
"Ah!"
The man, retreating explosively, watched his arm and screamed in terror.
Due to a delay in neural signals caused by the brain's self-protection, his scream conveyed more fear than pain.
But Alkaid's expression remained unchanged.
As he landed from the turnaround slash, he immediately steadied his stance with a horse-riding posture, his body slightly crouched as if pressing down on a spring.
This process lasted less than a second before the compressed spring snapped straight.
With both hands on the sword and his leg power erupting, his entire person shot forth like an arrow released from a bow, instantly charging in front of the man attempting to escape the battlefield.
The man, furious and shocked, reached out with his left hand, fingers formed like a sword, thrusting straight at Alkaid's eyes.
But Alkaid, charging forward and taking advantage of landing to speed up, tilted his head to avoid the attack before it was fully executed and first smashed into the man's body.
To be exact…
He first stabbed his swords into the martial master, then his body crashed into the man's chest, completely disrupting his already retreating posture.
Before the man's body could be fully knocked away, Alkaid, with both hands on the sword, suddenly jerked the blade upward…
"Ssch!"
The retreating martial master's chest was torn open by the sword, blood mingled with ribs and viscera, followed the motion of the blade upwards into the void.
"Thud!"
This martial master, soon to take over Lei Ao's duty of transporting people from the Dayu Country to Qingyu Industrial Park, smashed face-first onto the ground, emitting a dull thud.
Ribs sliced open.
He instantly lost all sounds.
As Alkaid listened to the growing chaos outside, and the footsteps seemingly hearing the battle from this side rushing towards them, he wiped the blood on his sword on one person.
He then glanced one more time at the bloodstains on his body…
He changed into a different coat.
Comparing his attire to that of the other four, he took a coat from one of the bodyguards and put it on.
Then, he meticulously secured the pistols and magazines from two bodyguards and tucked them away.
Only then did he stand up and rush toward the last demon.
The last demon was in the building across.
Specifically, it was in the main building.
Under Alkaid's "Perception", it had already started to move within a small range.
He briefly compared the observed architectural layout...
"Should I go downstairs?"
The building that could be regarded as a medical room had encountered a problem, and naturally, this demon also had to check the situation.
This would make things easier.
Alkaid headed straight for the main building.
There were several guards at the entrance of the main building and even more inside the guard room, totaling over a dozen people.
At that moment, all these people had run out, vigilant and ready.
In the distance, more guards were alarmed and patrolling around.
Alkaid made a quick estimate.
The entire Qingyu Industrial Park's armed guards amounted to no fewer than a hundred.
Each of these individuals was armed, and many even carried military rifles.
However, he hadn't yet seen machine guns or infantry fighting vehicles representing heavy firepower.
At this time, the entire Qingyu Industrial Park had sprung into action, personnel mingling and thereby making it impossible to move as silently as before.
Alkaid took a deep breath, maintained his calm, and approached the main building from angles with fewer people as much as possible.
If the first floor was heavily guarded, then...
He observed for a moment, his gaze falling on a window on the second floor that was open.
The window, nearly five meters above the ground, had a bare wall underneath with no footholds, making it theoretically impossible for a regular person to climb.
But...
As a Grandmaster who had reached the peak of human physical conditioning, any spot could serve as a point of leverage for him.
This was why even though Grandmasters couldn't block bullets, in terms of deterrence, they could match an armed force of hundreds.
More than 90 percent of fortresses could not keep a Grandmaster from infiltrating.
Alkaid's eyes narrowed, his gaze landing on a brick at about four meters up.
He slightly retreated, and then with a sprint, kicked off the wall, rising into the air, his sword fiercely stabbing into the brick. As he began to fall, he lifted with the sword.
The brick was instantly shattered.
Upon touching down, he sheathed his sword, retreated again for a momentum, but this time, as he leapt up, his right hand violently grabbed at the fractured gap. Exploding with strength, he used his arm muscles to pull his entire body up, climbed up to the window sill, and then somersaulted into the second floor.
He landed silently, scoped out his surroundings, and listened for any possible footsteps.
After a moment, he paused slightly.
According to the "Perception" secret technique, the last demon was moving.
According to its movement track...
"Stairs."
Alkaid thought to himself.
He stepped out of the room.
This floor had many offices, all doors closed.
He quickly approached the staircase and soon, footsteps were heard from above.
From the noise, there seemed to be a significant number of people.
He looked around and quickly found a piece of glass, then picked it up and placed it at an angle in a corner holding a mop and a plastic bucket in the stairwell.
Due to the angle, people coming down from above would find it difficult to spot the glass initially, and even if they noticed it later, they might not make the connection.
But Alkaid could clearly see the stairwell through the glass.
Like now, less than five seconds after positioning the glass, two men dressed in camouflage and carrying rifles came down first, inspecting the area as they moved.
These were guards.
His target...
Was likely waiting on an upper floor for a security check below.
But that wasn't the focus.
The focus was the weapon he was holding in both hands.
"Snow Dragon Federation Model 11 Automatic Rifle?"
...
The two elite-looking guards quickly reached the second floor, one peering down the stairwell while the other glanced at the second floor.
Both moves were professional, and their physiques were quite strong.
Even in hand-to-hand combat, they might reach the level of top martial artists.
Seeing no one, one remained vigilant while letting half of his body enter the stairwell, giving a "safe" tactical sign.
Soon, a group of people escorting a tall man in a suit, about two meters tall, came downstairs.
The moment Alkaid saw the target appear from the ground floor glass, temporarily hidden on the second floor, he took a slight breath.
At this point, to avoid the guards, the two were more than ten meters apart.
However, as his form slightly bent and his energy burst forth, he, like a suddenly pouncing cheetah, instantly closed the distance of ten meters between them!
One second!
Or even just half a second!
By the time the guard slightly heard the swoosh and began to turn, reacting, a short sword lightning-fast stabbed into his left eye, pierced through the brain, with the blade emerging from the back of the head.
Before his body had time to fall, Alkaid had already grabbed the rifle he had been holding, the muzzle...
Aimed at the group coming down the stairwell.
"Be careful!"
A cry of horror instantly rang out.
The next moment...
Dense gunfire exploded in the confined space of the stairwell!
"Ratatatat!"