The rest of the group quickly arrived as well.

The atmosphere immediately became tense.

Twelve soldiers walked into the courtyard, each crouching on the ground, aiming their rifles at the group.

These soldiers had vacant and numb expressions, clearly under the control of some mysterious creature.

Chen Shouyi's face was cold and stern, his hand on the sword hilt, and his perception rapidly spread out. Despite the interference from surrounding Spiritual Power, his mind's image shook violently, but it didn't have much effect.

He noticed more soldiers standing outside, surrounding the entire building.

"Wake up, you've got it wrong; we're civilian martial artists, we're all on the same side," Qian Wei shouted loudly, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Martial artists could also be injured or killed by bullets, not much better than ordinary people. Facing so many soldiers, even though he was a martial artist, he didn't dare trust he could escape unharmed.

"Stop shouting, it's useless. They're completely controlled," Song Yingjie said with a grim expression.

Meanwhile, four more soldiers entered the courtyard, one of them carrying a rocket launcher.

"Chief Consultant, what should we do?" Zhao Jiankai asked nervously, his eyelids twitching.

"Follow me and break out!" Chen Shouyi said solemnly.

As he unsheathed his sword, the sound of gunfire erupted.

In an instant, the group behind him saw Chen Shouyi's figure blur, countless arms flashing like phantoms in mid-air, transforming him into the Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

The dense sound of metal clashes rang out, sparks flying everywhere, illuminating the group's faces alternatively bright and dark, their breaths quickened, nerves taut.

Countless bullets either deflected or dropped from the air,

Half a hot bullet splattered onto Qian Wei's face, jolting him awake. He looked at Chen Shouyi, already two meters ahead, and snapped back to reality, loudly exclaiming:

"Quick, follow the Chief Consultant."

Chen Shouyi's expression remained calm; his sword cut, stabbed, swept, or chopped... The sword light was swift as a galloping horse, flowing without a trace. To these weak martial artists, no one could see the trajectory of his sword.

And no bullet could escape his attack range.

He pushed forward against the barrage of bullets, leaving deep footprints in the ground with each step.

"Boom!"

A soldier hidden in the fog, carrying a rocket launcher, finally fired.

The intense firelight lit up the pitch-black night all of a sudden.

Chen Shouyi felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

The maximum speed of a rocket is only about three hundred meters per second; under normal circumstances, he could easily dodge it. However, at this moment, if he evaded, the people behind him would inevitably suffer casualties.

He didn't have many friends!

On the one hand, he had been introverted since childhood, somewhat socially anxious with strangers. Though later improved, he still didn't enjoy socializing.

On the other hand, as his strength increased, finding people who could converse equally became rarer; many became intimidated upon learning his identity.

Song Jieying was one of his relatively few familiar friends.

Seeing the rocket flying rapidly towards him, Chen Shouyi's thoughts raced, his will focused.

The rocket, spewing flames as it approached, suddenly arced at nearly ninety degrees and soared into the sky before reaching him.

His current maximum control strength was about thirty kilograms; he couldn't yet fly, but maneuvering a rocket head weighing less than three kilograms was effortless.

He quickly took two steps forward, arriving in front of a soldier.

A flash of cold light, the soldier's rifle split into two, then the soldier was knocked out by Chen Shouyi.

Next was the second, then the third...

A soldier in the distance took out a grenade, attempting to throw it at Chen Shouyi, but before he could pull the safety pin, the grenade was forcibly tugged by an invisible force into the air.

In just three or four seconds,

The soldiers in the courtyard were already lying on the ground.

Only after this, the rocket that flew into the sky reached its natural detonation time, resulting in a muffled explosion.

"Quick, let's go," Chen Shouyi said solemnly.

As he spoke, he took a step forward, his body seemingly shrinking the ground and shot out the courtyard's gate.

Two approaching soldiers were knocked to the ground before they could react.

Song Yingjie and others were watching in shock, hurriedly following along.

More soldiers swarmed this way, even villagers from both sides of the house with vacant expressions stepped out into the eerie atmosphere.

But here, even the weakest martial artist was far stronger than the soldiers; their movements were agile and swift, even capable of running on walls. Under Chen Shouyi's lead, they successfully broke through the encirclement in no time.

Except for Zhao Jiankai's shoulder, which was grazed by a bullet, everyone escaped unharmed.

…

"Have you heard that sharp, noisy sound?" Qian Wei panted, slapping his face repeatedly, his eyes bloodshot.

"I did too!" Zhao Jiankai said uneasily.

Only Song Yingjie remained silent.

Chen Shouyi glanced back, his expression darkened. He noticed that over time, the three were starting to act strangely.

"Hurry, as soon as we get out of the fog, it'll be fine," Chen Shouyi said.

A group quickly accelerated, moving swiftly.

The surrounding fog rolled, Chen Shouyi felt increasingly strong interference with his perceptions; things were blurry two meters away, and even holding the sword for perception amplification, it only extended seven or eight meters, whereas normally he could reach fifteen meters.

A sword swiftly pierced through the air, towards Chen Shouyi's back.

His body seemed to know in advance, slightly dodging, the longsword grazing past his shoulder, tearing the short sleeve of his T-shirt.

Before he could continue, the sword was gripped by a large iron-like hand, then shifted sideways, causing the attacker behind to lose balance and stumble forward, before Chen Shouyi seized the sword, trapping the attacker under his arm, lifting them up.

As casually as lifting a chick.

It was Song Jieying.

The other two, seeing this, felt a chill in their hearts. Their muddled heads cleared, they quickly sped up.

Who knows if this control would still affect them outside the fog, if it's irreversible, they'd be doomed.

The two pushed their limits, desperately running behind Chen Shouyi.

Song Jieying struggled intensely like a fish out of water, punching and kicking, even trying to bite Chen Shouyi's waist, completely frenzied, but to him, it felt like mere scratching.

He glanced down.

"A woman going crazy does seem terrifying!"

"But now as a Martial Artist level, even with all her might, she can't hurt me anymore. Wonder how a Grand Martial Artist would fare!" Chen Shouyi thought to himself while running.

As they were about to leave the fog, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a tall shadow quietly watching from afar.

ps: Chapter two is under revision.

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