Chapter 119: Headshot? I

Boom!

The headless corpse swayed and collapsed, blood flowing across the ground like ketchup.

Among it were specks of white brain matter; the thick stench of blood instantly spread.

An ordinary person suddenly confronted with such a bloody scene would inevitably vomit.

But this mother only frantically turned and tightly embraced the screaming little girl:

"Yinyin, don't cry, don't cry, it's over, it's over."

The little girl's father, though pale-faced, could still speak, and looked at Xu Jingming with deep gratitude:

"Thank you, young brother, for stepping in. Without Yinyin, we wouldn't know how to go on."

"It was nothing."

Xu Jingming waved his hand.

He shook his spear, flinging all the blood from its tip to the ground, then stored it in his space ring.

"Are religious fanatics here in Shun'an Supply Base so brazen they dare suddenly kill people?"

Song Qiuyun, beside Xu Jingming, also snapped out of her shock from the sudden incident.

She showed no reaction to the fallen corpse, instead frowning and asking:

"We don't know what happened—we've encountered many such religious fanatics before.

They usually only preach their doctrines, never resort to violence."

The girl's father said with a bitter smile.

Had it been otherwise, they would have fled the moment they saw this fanatic.

"We're from the Public Security Bureau—everyone, stay where you are!"

At that moment, a team of five uniformed officers arrived from nearby; their leader, a broad-faced burly man, shouted loudly.

The Public Security Bureau was similar to the police force from his past life, but held greater authority.

In ordinary cities, patrol teams usually consisted of only one adept, the rest being ordinary people.

But this team was different—all were second-rank adepts.

The broad-faced burly man's aura even subtly reached the peak of second rank.

"The Public Security Bureau finally arrived! Just now a cultist suddenly killed someone!"

"Yes, thank goodness that young man stepped in—if he hadn't, the consequences would've been dire."

"We must find out which religion this is and root them out completely!"

"......"

Bystanders who witnessed the entire incident naturally labeled the man a cultist.

Seeing the Public Security Bureau arrive, they immediately began chattering all at once, recounting what had happened.

Yet no one noticed a middle-aged man hidden among the crowd.

After the Public Security Bureau arrived, he gave Xu Jingming a long, deep look, then quietly turned and left.

"One at a time—who was this man just now..."

Two team members covered the headless corpse with a white cloth; others questioned the surrounding bystanders.

The broad-faced burly leader walked straight up to Xu Jingming:

"Hello, I'm Zhou Jian, captain of the Supply Base Public Security Patrol Team. Mind if I ask you a few questions?"

The burly man naturally sensed Xu Jingming's powerful aura.

While presenting his credentials to identify himself, his tone remained very courteous.

If this were an ordinary person,

Regardless of the reason, killing someone in public would mean immediate detention for questioning.

"Fine."

Xu Jingming nodded slightly and gave him a brief account of what had happened.

"Captain, we've confirmed the facts..."

Moments later, a team member approached Zhou Jian and whispered to him.

"Alright, I understand."

Zhou Jian dismissed the team member and mused: "The events match your account.

By standard procedure, we should take you in for a formal statement.

But you're probably a student from one of the top three universities here for a study trip, right?"

Anyone who dares come to the Demon Caves is an experienced, seasoned adept.

Young people like you and Song Qiuyun are rare; it's no surprise you were recognized.

Xu Jingming nodded, not denying it.

"I thought so."

With his identity confirmed, Zhou Jian's smile deepened:

"Each year, your three top universities randomly choose one of the Demon Caves for their study trips.

I only found out recently that this year's destination is our No. 7 Demon Cave.

Since you're still on your study trip, there's no need to complicate things—you're free to go now."

"Don't you need me to sign anything?"

Xu Jingming was surprised—was the reputation of the top universities really that powerful?

"No. My bodycam already recorded your verbal account.

My colleagues also have witness statements—this incident has nothing to do with you; you merely acted in self-defense."

Zhou Jian pointed to a small camera pinned to his chest.

"Then we're indebted to Captain Zhou."

"No trouble at all—we failed in our duties; it's we who owe you."

After learning the full account, Zhou Jian thanked Xu Jingming.

The other teammates carried away the headless corpse.

The professional personnel who arrived shortly after provided psychological counseling to the little girl's family.

As for the little girl's father, he had now regained his composure.

He kept enthusiastically grabbing Xu Jingming, claiming he was a merchant of rare flowers and exotic plants, and insisted on paying him as thanks.

Xu Jingming tried to refuse several times, then remembered his aunt also dealt in the same business.

So he simply gave the man his aunt's contact information, telling him to support her business if he got the chance.

Only then did he manage to leave.

"Didn't expect you to be so violent—just one shot, straight to the head."

On the way back to the training hall, Song Qiuyun murmured in amazement.

Most psychics target the heart.

Someone like Xu Jingming who goes straight for the head is extremely rare.

It was only because the mother had thrown herself in front of the little girl.

Otherwise, that head-bursting scene would've left the little girl with serious psychological trauma.

"Habit."

Xu Jingming said coolly.

"Huh?"

Song Qiuyun widened her eyes, feeling as if she'd just heard something extraordinary.

"When I hunt ferocious beasts, I always go for the head—it's the only way to preserve the maximum amount of material on their bodies."

Xu Jingming added.

He'd hunted so many ferocious beasts lately that the motion had become instinctive.

In fact, the moment he fired, he'd immediately realized the issue.

'I'll have to be more restrained in future—when fighting human psychics, aim for the heart.'

Xu Jingming thought silently.

Whether due to the influence of the Thunder Tyrant's blood, each time he shattered a head, he felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

It was fine when used against ferocious beasts, but using it to kill human psychics was rather bloody.

After all, not all psychics could tolerate scenes of flying blood and brain matter.

Song Qiuyun had barely kept from vomiting after witnessing that scene—her mental fortitude was strong.

"So that's why—I nearly jumped out of my skin."

Song Qiuyun patted her ample chest with a shudder of relief.

Psychics who favored headshots were exceedingly rare among the warlike psychics of her Song family.

As the two spoke, a column of troops marched past from afar.

This unit consisted of about twenty people.

They wore uniform white-gold battle suits, each bearing a white wing emblem on the chest.

Each carried weapons, their aura refined and dense.

Most striking was their overwhelming aura—each one was at least fourth-rank!

The leader, a tall young man, radiated an astonishing aura of fourth-rank peak!

"It's the Glory Legion!"

"Which squad of the Glory Legion is this? Their aura is so powerful!"

"Twelfth Squad, I think—they've been active around the Demon Caverns lately."

"..."

Glory Legion!

One of the more famous legions in southern Daxia.

Its various squads operated across the wildlands of southern Daxia.

This squad was none other than the Twelfth Squad of the Glory Legion.

Extremely powerful—each member was at least fourth-rank!

As the onlookers buzzed with chatter, the captain of the Twelfth Squad—

a tall, serious-faced young man—

upon spotting Song Qiuyun nearby, suddenly wore a look of delighted surprise:

"Young Lady?!"