Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 29: Shocking! Fourth Grade Cultist! Chopped Into Ove

Monts later, the Law Enforcent Captain, along with the other team mbers, arrived at Room 303 to assess the situation.

Upon seeing the scene, they all started to gasp, and even the bloody scent in the air subsided a little.

"Oh my god! This... this... this was done with a single sword strike? You must be kidding! Could it be sword energy? When did Celestial Yang City attract such a powerhouse?"

The Captain, while exclaiming in astonishnt and gesturing, continuously simulated battle scenarios within his mind.

Nearby, the team mbers began to discuss with looks of terror.

"Too terrifying! Truly too terrifying! This attack directly tore through the wall, yet didn’t diminish even slightly."

"My god, what kind of monster was fighting here earlier? Their power is far too formidable!"

"I feel it had to be at least Third Grade Peak to perform such a move."

"Are you kidding! I feel it should be higher to make such a powerful attack! How could the Lower Third Grades possibly perform such an attack?"

"Who says it’s impossible? Haven’t you seen the Captain pull off such devastation with just one move?"

"..."

On the other side, the Captain glanced at the knife marks beside the door and then ran to compare it with the marks on the outer wall, waving his hand to interrupt his subordinates’ chatter.

"Enough! Don’t speak! The swordsman’s power far exceeds my limits! At least a Middle Tier Martial Arts Powerhouse."

"Look here, at this spot, there’s a second identical knife mark."

"This precisely proves one thing, that the recent sword strike was nowhere near the opponent’s full limit. Such casual, seemingly ordinary attacks are not impossible."

"There’s a small chance it was Fourth Grade Realm, a large chance Fifth Grade Realm, but don’t rule out the possibility of a Sixth Grade Quasi-Master Martial Artist."

Following these words, the team mbers beside him inhaled sharply again.

"Fourth Grade? Fifth Grade? Sixth Grade Quasi-Master? Captain! Don’t scare us like that!"

"Celestial Yang City is just a small city; how could such a big figure appear here? It’s too unbelievable!"

"Yes! If that’s the case, today’s matter is incredibly serious."

"With just a few of us, we can’t handle this; we must report it and have the branch president and seniors co to the scene."

"..."

At that mont, the radio channel sounded again.

"Captain... Captain... Quickly co out from Room 303 and head to the diagonal corner spot; there’s a new discovery here, and it’s a major discovery."

Minutes later.

Everyone stood in front of the wall, staring blankly in place.

Numb!

Everyone was numb!

Who is this person?

Playing too flashy!

What kind of quirky mind?

At this mont, a distorted, deford tiger head was embedded in the wall, oozing an unknown white liquid below.

After a long while, the captain spoke dryly.

"This is a Mutated Martial Artist! The dead guy turned out to be a Cultist! Looks like Celestial Yang City is in for big trouble this ti!"

"A Cultist Martial Artist that could mutate and transform their head, their power had to be Fourth Grade or higher, yet now they’ve been slain by soone with just a few sword strikes!"

"Hiss... The possibility of Fourth Grade can be excluded, apart from prodigies, ordinary Fourth Grade Martial Artists simply can’t achieve this."

"..."

At this mont, as the Captain continued to speak, his voice grew weaker and even a bit shaky.

After all, a Third Grade Peak bringing along a group of Second Grade Martial Artists, dared to get involved in the aftermath of battles between Fourth and Fifth Grade Martial Artists.

How to say!

Just thinking about it felt thrilling!

Suddenly, the voice of a mber of Law Enforcent sounded.

"Captain... Captain... Co over quickly and look! There’s another new discovery here?"

The next mont.

"Xiaocui, huh! What have you discovered this ti?"

"Captain! I think I’ve found the murder weapon!"

"???"

Minutes later.

The Captain stared at the lone fruit knife handle on the ground, lost in thought.

"This thing... is the murder weapon? Are you serious?"

"Without a doubt, Captain, the fragnts of the fruit knife match the texture of the at chunks almost perfectly."

Hearing this response, the captain’s expression froze.

Good lord!

Fifth Grade?

Absolutely impossible!

It’s likely it was a Sixth Grade Quasi-Master who acted.

Otherwise, how could a re fruit knife be played with to kill a Fourth Grade Martial Artist?

Moreover, it’s a Mutated Martial Artist, whose life force is extrely resilient type.

Stop kidding, involving Martial Arts Powerhouses of Sixth Grade Quasi-Master level; could such matters be handled by him with his small stature?

Report!

Report imdiately!

Report everything here and let soone higher up handle it.

With that thought, the Captain prepared to report the matter, but before doing so, he seed to have suddenly recalled sothing. He asked into his earpiece within the channel.

"Xiaoliu, who is the guest in Room 303? Was that asked?"

The next mont.

"Found him! It’s a high school student nad Lin Ping’an, and he’s downstairs now!"

"Lin Ping’an? High school student? Why does that sound familiar? Have him wait, don’t let him leave; we’ll go down to talk to him shortly."

"Got it!"

"And secure the scene! Evacuate all hotel guests from the entire building; this area needs to be locked down, and outsiders are not allowed entry for the ti being."

"Understood!"

...

Monts after completing the report, the Captain led the team downstairs to assist with the sealing work.

Currently, the matter involves a Fourth Grade Cultist and a suspected Sixth Grade Quasi-Master mysterious figure, which are beyond their capability to manage.

They only needed to handle minor cleanup details; there was no need to intervene elsewhere, nor could they.

Minutes later.

The Law Enforcent Captain looked at Lin Ping’an’s harmless appearance and sensed his weak Qi blood, which was only at 110 cards.

He rely asked two casual questions without paying much attention.

When the response was filled with no knowledge and no useful clues were acquired, he went ahead and let Lin Ping’an leave.

In the captain’s view, the person was rely a high schooler who just entered the First Grade Realm, unlikely to have much connection to the case.

Even though the Fourth Grade Cultist was specifically looking for him, and the knife marks originated from Room 303 where he was.

But no matter how he looked at it, it seed to be a re coincidence, with countless ways to reasonably explain it.

Like perhaps a Sixth Grade Quasi-Master happened to pass by, noticed a Fourth Grade Cultist Martial Artist, and casually grabbed a fruit knife, with two strikes sliced him alive.

And didn’t stop even after death, subsequently cutting the corpse into thousands upon thousands of pieces.

Or possibly with an extrely slight probability, Lin Ping’an had a connection with that Sixth Grade Quasi-Master figure.

At that ti, inside the room, this Fourth Grade Cultist seeking revenge just happened to run right into it and got diced into tiny pieces.

Of course, the latter possibility is negligible, almost non-existent.

After all, according to Lin Ping’an’s profile information.

He’s rely a high schooler with strong academics but low Martial Arts aptitude and is an orphan with no background.

His current abilities stem only from a fortuitous chance, due to practicing a miraculous Yellow Level technique called ’Painful Demon Body’ issued by a Civilization Master.

The upper limit has been locked below the Lower Third Grades.

None of it was noteworthy enough for the attention of the Sixth Grade folks.

Therefore, Lin Ping’an had nothing to do with this matter, rely a lucky high school student who unintentionally stumbled upon a powerful figure avoiding a calamity.

During the captain’s contemplation, for so reason.

He was subconsciously overlooking Lin Ping’an.

There was a sense that the person was ordinary, unworthy of attention.

anwhile, standing beside him, Lin Ping’an was operating the Profound-level technique "Stealth Technique," while restraining his aura, was constantly lowering his presence.