School Beauty's Invincible Martial Expert

"Ah!" The man screamed in agony, as he felt his breathing becoming difficult.

He had never imagined that things would take such a drastic turn.

While the man's screams continuously echoed, the several men behind him rushed over to check on the situation. Even though there was moonlight, they couldn't see very clearly. Upon closer inspection, they found nothing at all, and they couldn't understand why this guy was screaming so terribly.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, is this... is this seeing a ghost alive?"

The armed men were puzzled, looking utterly bewildered.

At this point, one of the men said, "Let's just kill this brat first, maybe it's this kid playing tricks. As long as we kill him, everything will be over!"

"Right!" The others responded in unison.

Seeing this, the rest immediately charged over.

The group had originally planned to capture Xiao Han alive, especially since they outnumbered him and were armed with guns. However, they soon realized that their thinking might have been too naive, a simplicity that led them to a disadvantage.

They quickly surrounded him.

Bang bang...

Xiao Han acted with incredible speed, moving through the crowd like a slippery eel, his fists raining down like a downpour, knocking down several men. A series of agonized screams erupted at the scene once again.

"Damn it, this kid is too cunning."

"Yes, kill him."

"We must kill him; otherwise, we won't be able to complete the task the boss gave us!"

The crowd began to shout.

Afterward, the opposition immediately raised their rifles.

"Kid, it's your time to die," bellowed the opponent.

However, before they could shoot, they felt something tighten around their necks. Xiao Han smirked coldly and said, "Today, I will let you witness what it means to be a godlike existence!"

As he spoke, Xiao Han slowly floated up into the air, a mass of black qi gathering beneath his feet. This was Xiao Han's Yin Spirit, and relying on its strength, Xiao Han could overcome the pull of gravity. He had come to realize increasingly how important the Yin Spirit was to him, and as his understanding of it grew, he found his own strength increasing as well.

The opposition, seeing Xiao Han actually floating in midair, were dumbfounded.

Thud...

The crowd knelt down one after another.

"Spare us, Immortal, spare us!"

These men didn't have much culture and were profoundly devout towards religion. Now, witnessing a god-like figure appearing before them, they didn't hesitate to regard Xiao Han as a character from mythological tales, firmly believing he was the Immortal of their faith.

"All of you go to hell!" Xiao Han roared in anger.

With a wave of his hand,

the Yin Spirits immediately strangled their necks without mercy. Each of them spat blood and died on the spot, falling to the ground with eyes wide open, breathless evermore.

A smile curled at the corners of Xiao Han's mouth; he let out a cold chuckle and then said, "This is quite interesting."

Two vehicles, ten people, none survived.

Xiao Han took a deep breath and then leaped down from midair, quickly getting into one of the cars.

Rumble...

Xiao Han started the car and then drove over the bodies. The Yin Spirits hovering in the air immediately dissipated into wisps of black qi and vanished into the ether, infusing into Xiao Han's Soul Bead.

Driving the car, he headed straight for the capital of Myanmar.

Now that there were no pursuers, Xiao Han naturally did not rush. He knew that no matter how fast he drove, he could not catch up with Mo Shaocong and his group. They were in a fleeing mindset now, so who knows how fast they were driving. If he drove too fast in the middle of the night, it might be more dangerous for him. Thus, he leisurely drove at a slow pace, as long as he could reach his destination.

In the wee hours around three in the morning, Xiao Han arrived in Naypyidaw.

The nightlife in Naypyidaw was bustling, the lights spectacular. Especially the temples, which were decorated magnificently and perfectly. With few people on the streets at dawn, Xiao Han was able to leisurely appreciate the beautiful scenery and a smile spread across his face as he admired the sights.

This was Xiao Han's first time wandering the streets alone in a foreign world.

Myanmar is a chaotic country, especially the Northern Myanmar Region, which is extremely disorderly with overlapping powers and frequent armed conflicts. Hence, one must always be careful while traveling in Myanmar.

Xiao Han found a hotel and then proceeded with the check-in.

Soon, the check-in was complete.

Under the guidance of the staff, he entered his room. Xiao Han gave the person a ten RMB tip.

The attendant thanked him with a smile and, with a hint of mystery, leaned close to Xiao Han's ear and said, "Sir, do you require any special services?"

"Special?" Xiao Han was taken aback and asked, "What special services?"

"We have Myanmar's most beautiful, youngest college students. You can choose anyone you like; if you need them, I will send them up to serve you right now," the attendant said, smiling amiably.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Han hurriedly shook his head and said, "Sorry, not needed!"

"Then... then I won't disturb your rest," the attendant said with a smile.

After that, the attendant promptly closed the door of the room.

Xiao Han chuckled to himself, surprised to encounter such services even in this foreign land. It was quite interesting, although he had little interest in such women.

After a quick wash, he jumped into the tub and quietly soaked in a bath. Unknowingly, he fell asleep in the tub.

When he awoke, it was already past seven in the morning.

The summer mornings were bright, and by seven o'clock, the sun was already high. The glaring sun was exceptionally dazzling.

Xiao Han quickly climbed out of the tub; his skin had turned somewhat pale from the soaking. He hastily dried off the water droplets from his body and then lay on the bed, panting as he looked at the ceiling.

At that moment, Xiao Han suddenly found the white wrinkles on his body disappearing rapidly. Soon, his physique returned to normal.

"Amazing," Xiao Han couldn't help but marvel.

He hadn't expected the white wrinkles to vanish so quickly, which he found quite miraculous. However, he didn't pay too much attention to it, as some people do indeed have unique physiologies. Perhaps he had a special one as well?

Xiao Han never considered himself an ordinary person. From the time Liao Zhijie had thrown him into the school's flower pond, he knew he was no longer like other humans.

After a brief rest at the hotel, Xiao Han went to the hotel's buffet restaurant for a meal.

Naypyidaw is a famous sightseeing area in Myanmar, and almost every tourist who visits Myanmar, makes it a point to tour this place. Consequently, the hotel services here were very good, including the breakfast which was quite varied. Xiao Han took his time enjoying the meal, since after all, he had paid for it, so naturally, he wanted to make the most of it.

The breakfast selection was vast, featuring delicacies from different countries.

There was Yangzhou fried rice from China, as well as fried rice cakes. Xiao Han enjoyed Chinese-style breakfast items, and as for other countries' foods, he had no real fondness.

After having breakfast,

Xiao Han stood on the hotel's terrace, looking at the scenery not far away. The landscape here was enchanting and incredibly beautiful.

Who would have thought that after all the perils along the way, he would end up seeing such magnificent views? Perhaps it was worth the journey after all?

According to the previously arranged time, they were to meet at Naypyidaw Airport with Mo Shaocong and the others at ten o'clock this morning. There was ample time, and Xiao Han quickly packed up his spirits and checked out of the hotel.

Unable to continue using the car from the boxing ring, Xiao Han, empty-handed, left the room and hailed a car on the street, quickly heading toward the airport.

At this time, in a five-star hotel near Naypyidaw International Airport called Baiyun Hotel,

Baiyun Hotel was a relatively upscale establishment in Naypyidaw and, being close to the airport, had a high occupancy rate. The guests seemed satisfied.

Inside one of Baiyun Hotel's luxurious rooms,

"It's already past eight o'clock, we should head out," Wen Xiaobao said hastily.

"Young Master Wen, we have all agreed with Xiao Han to meet at the latest by ten o'clock, but now it's just past eight," Mo Shaocong hurriedly explained, "Leaving now, wouldn't that be unjust? Regardless, we must wait until ten o'clock before leaving."

"If he were alive, he would have already arrived," Wen Xiaobao said helplessly. "It's past eight now, which surely means he hasn't come."

"He hasn't called me, it doesn't necessarily mean he's not alive, maybe he just doesn't want to expose himself," Mo Shaocong urgently stated.

"Don't wait any longer," Wen Xiaobao pressed, "If our whereabouts are discovered, we won't be able to leave even if we wanted to. Although this is in the Government Army's territory, if they want to catch us, it's still an easy task."

Mo Shaocong thought it over and felt that Wen Xiaobao was correct. Although it was the Government Army's area, no one could guarantee the absence of the opposition's armed forces stationed there or that there weren't any of their informants around.

"How about this," Mo Shaocong glanced at Wen Xiaobao and said, "You go back with your people, and I'll stay here waiting for Xiao Han."

"Young Master Mo, that guy is surely dead," Wen Xiaobao quickly looked at Mo Shaocong and said, "Think with common sense, if he had returned alive, he would have contacted you immediately. Besides, there must be many people chasing after him by now, and they are armed. How can Xiao Han alone stand a chance against them?"

Upon hearing that, Mo Shaocong's expression grew grave as he said, "No matter what, Xiao Han is my brother; I must wait for him."

"Stop it," Wen Xiaobao said with a bitter smile. "Can you really treat him like a brother? How could someone like that be worthy of being your brother? You're the son of a Provincial Secretary. What is he in comparison? Does he have the right to call himself your brother?"