High Tech System

For A Stranger!

On a tall cliff that overlooks an entire city was a man with his hands clasped on his back, he wore a full black suit that had a mask that covered his body from tip to toe.

He glanced down towards the city, he could see people walking about with their friends and family, some people walked by themself, strolling around the city to pass time, the time that they could use productively.

White fluffy clouds hovered on top of the city as it passes by, it cooled the city slightly by softly blocking the sunlight, a breeze blow, pushing the clouds out of the sky slowly, and the city glowed as it reflects the sunlight.

This was the new city that the emperor just built, but the city is not built for people, rather it was built for soldiers, its safe to say that it was a military base instead of a city.

This military base will be the vanguard against Jin Sung and BrinePort City and he didn't like that.

Every person in that city is a cultivator, Jin Sung thought, he can see the barracks, the training facility, and people are either walking, sleeping, or training, there are also children and elderly in the city, apparently, it's just a facade used to trick him.

But Joseph saw through the facade and successfully open the secret within, he told Jin Sung about it and he was startled by the findings.

He personally went to this city to inspect it and it was quite obvious that it's fake, no one is working inside the city, they either strolling around, resting, or training their skills.

The houses looked like barracks where they can fit a dozen of people inside, it might be filled with people but Jin Sung knows it is fake.

He turned his eyes in a different direction, and there he saw in the distance, huge warehouses where weapons are kept, carriages bringing all kinds of artifacts are entering it one by one before they leave to deliver more of it later.

He can also saw huge farmland and granaries to store the food with cultivators guarding them.

Cultivators are constantly raining the farmland with spells to make the crops grow, this is because the farmland is not fertile and couldn't grow crops unless meridian cultivators constantly shower them with growth spells.

Pathetic, Jin Sung thought while shaking his head, the plan to make a fake city to disguise it as a military base is quite creative and deadly but now that he knows the truth he can't help but pity the enemy.

Jin Sung leaps forward, doing a spin in mid-air before he landed in a barrel roll, yes he always wanted to do that.

He glances towards the cliff he was on earlier and realized something if I jump and use my wing to fly wouldn't be more enjoyable, Jin Sung thought regrettably.

He shakes his head and sigh before turning his head to the city and set off, walking slowly he can see the walls of the city, it was huge and thick with many archer towers to guard it.

The gate was wide and tall, with a dozen soldiers guarding it, weapons ready, they have a stiff expression on their faces that says. 'Don't talk to me.'

"Can I get inside?" Jin Sung suddenly appears in front of them, startling the soldiers who guard the gate.

"W-who are you?!" the guard was shocked and he can't help but stutter his words.

"I'm just a prince of a faraway nation, my father told me to travel the world before I can inherit the throne and so here I am," A blatant lie flows out of Jin Sung's mouth like water.

The guards were surprised but realized that it must be the reason why the man in front of them can appear so suddenly.

"Your highness, I Apologized for being rude, but may I ask from which nations you come from?" Guyon said while slightly bowing his head respectfully.

Jin Sung with his finger on his chin pretending to contemplate something before he replied."My father told me to keep it a secret, but I'll give you a hint," Jin Sung smirks behind his mask. "Long spear from the west!" he said.

Guyon was shocked by Jin Sung's remarks, but the other guards on the other hand were confused because they didn't know who Jin Sung meant.

"Your highness, let's get inside I will escort you to your chamber," Guyon immediately step forward offering his service to Jin Sung.

"Hoo, you know me about me?" Jin Sung was worried that the guards wouldn't recognize his fake identity because of the confused expression from the other guards, but luckily Guyon is familiar with the name.

"Yes your highness, When the emperor visit your father, I have heard a lot about you from the people of your country,"

Jin Sung crossed his hands on his chest and tilt his head slightly before speaking."Good, don't tell anyone about my arrival this was supposed to be a secret adventure so I can inherit the throne, and don't tell the emperor, he will surely look for me and my secret adventure would be secret no more and the throne would out of my grasp!" Jin Sung Stared towards Guyon."Do you want to be the one who takes responsibility if I lost my throne?"

Guyon gulped his saliva in fear and shakes his head."I don't dare to your highness," he bowed his head towards Jin Sung before he brandished his halberd and cuts the heads of his fellow guards, blood splashed towards his face.

Guyon turned towards Jin Sung and bowed again."Your secret will be kept safe, your highness," Guyon said with a humble tone.

Jin Sung still had his hands crossed on his chest when he sees this, but behind that mask is a shock-stricken complexion,'Holy s**t, this guy kills his men just to keep a secret of a stranger he just met,"

Nevertheless, Jin Sung still had to keep his facade characters."Good, when I get the throne, I'll speak some good words for you when I meet your emperor!"

"Thank you, your majesty," Guyon was happy with the result and he had no remorse whatsoever for killing his comrades.

Guyon proceeded to bring Jin Sung inside the city, on the way to their destination he can see people walking by holding hands with their children, the elderly leisurely seated on the public bench daydreaming or just close their eyes to wait for their death.

"This small city surprisingly has so many cultivators, why is that?" Jin Sung asks.

"It's a trivial matter, your majesty, a rebel forces have emerged from Xiangwei and we need to destroy them, so our general told us to build this fake city and strike them when the time is right,"

Jin Sung nod, he was quite surprised by how honest this man was, but when he recalled that this man is the one who willingly kill his own comrade for a stranger he can't help but feel quite disgusted just by being near him.

Jin Sung would like to ask some questions but he decides not to do so, quietly they continue to walk towards their destination, Guyon is very nervous the whole journey, he would like to speak to Jin Sung but he did not dare to start the conversation.

Jin Sung on the other hand leisurely glanced left and right, thinking about what to destroy and who to kill before the war starts.

Suddenly they heard a cheer from a crowd, in the distance, they saw a crowd gathering around a square stage which has 2 body cultivators currently fighting intensely with each other.

They had big and defined muscle, their punches are fast and every time someone got knocked down, the crowd would cheer in excitement.

Dreu raised both of his hands to protect his chin, across him is his opponent, Folke who also raises his hand to protect his chin, both of them stare at each other, looking up and down to predict the opponent's movement.

Suddenly, Dreu dashed towards Folke at high speed, he bent his body forwards, eyes towards the enemy, both of his fist protecting his chin, when he got close enough he throws a left jab but pulls it halfway before it reaches Folke's nose and jumps to the side, before sending a left hook precisely under the right ribs of Folke.

It was a feint, Folke thought, but it was too late, his arm is being crossed in front of his face to protect it, left with no choice he can only tense up the right obliques muscle to absorb the force.

Bam!

Folke received the hit painfully before he sends a left hook towards Dreu's chin, Dreu reacts immediately after he hit Folke, protecting the right side of his jaw with his fist and significantly reduce the force he receives from Folke although it still makes his head spin a little and makes his feet a little wobbly.

The two men stood a few meters apart from each other, breathing heavily as they raise their hands, chin down, and chest up and down as they breathe in and out.

Folke was in pain that he almost couldn't stand to his feet, an injury to the kidney is no laughing joke, even a tough guy who can receive lots of punches in the face might not be able to receive one punch to the kidney.

Dreu was in better condition and he slowly advances towards Folke as he knows that Folke is in a weak condition, but he still wary of him, he can't underestimate his opponent even if they drop dead on the ground, this is a lesson that keeps him alive all this time.

Folke stepped back slowly as Dreu advances, trying to relieve the pain and gather more stamina before he decides to exchange hits with Dreu.

Dreu's instinct kicks in and he dashed towards Folke before he jumped and sent a flying kick towards Folke, a grave mistake, Folke turned his body to the side effectively dodging the kick and sent an uppercut towards Dreu's chin while he is in mid-air.

The punch hit him hards which make his head rocked upwards, shaking his jelly-like brain inside the tough skeleton in his head, with such condition it was impossible for Dreu to land correctly and he falls on his butt.

Folke immediately sent a left hook towards Dreu's ear from behind trying to make him feel dizzy even more, but Dreu easily dodged it by quickly laying his back on the ground before he did a spinning sweep kick, and throwing Folke off balance, making him fall to his knees and his palm on the ground.

But he quickly stood up and raise his hands to protect himself, Dreu also stood up and raise his hands in front of his face.

The crowd was still excited in the background, but they almost forget about the crowd, they thought it was just them, fighting until the other is down, they have an immense focus on the fight and have no time to think about the audience.

They stared towards each other for a while, before they dashed towards each other at high speed.