Ning Beichen searched his body, sheathed several daggers at his waist, and took his firearms for himself.
Ning Beichen did not like using firearms, but that did not mean he did not know how to use them. On the contrary, he was the most skilled weapon user in the Dark King.
This was actually quite normal. No matter how skilled or powerful others were with firearms, their movements were not as fast as Ning Beichen's, their eyesight was not as good, and their hearing was not as excellent.
It was just that Ning Beichen did not want to rely too much on firearms. It was not that firearms were bad, but excessive reliance on them would be detrimental to his cultivation.
Before, Ning Beichen had scoffed at his master's words. It was no longer ancient times; how could martial arts be more powerful than firearms?
But Ning Beichen was wrong. When he stood before his master with firearms, he found he didn't even have a chance to fire.
Now that Ning Beichen had also ascended to the Grandmaster realm, he finally understood why he couldn't fire back then.
It was because of the domain.
This domain did not just refer to Qi manipulation but to an invisible yet tangible realm.
As long as the enemy was within this domain, unless one's strength surpassed that of a Grandmaster, one would be like a chick waiting to be slaughtered.
This was why Ning Beichen had the confidence to face thousands of troops alone, instead of deploying large numbers of men as he had in the past.
In fact, his master had always dismissed Ning Beichen's creation, the "Dark King," as mere charlatanry with no real use.
Ning Beichen had been unconvinced before, thinking his master was jealous. But now, Ning Beichen no longer thought that way.
It was like scholarship; the higher one's learning, the more one felt small and ignorant.
Martial arts and cultivation were the same. Ning Beichen felt this way now.
Before ascending to the Grandmaster realm, he felt he could go anywhere in the world and solve any problem.
But now that he had reached the Grandmaster level, he dared not think that way, and instead, a sense of awe grew within him.
After killing the three men at the stern, Ning Beichen continued his assassination mission on the ship.
However, he was soon discovered. After all, this was a large armed vessel, not a civilian ship.
But even though he was discovered, only the bodies were found, and the enemy's numbers were unknown. The entire ship went into lockdown, and personnel were dispatched to search.
Meanwhile, Ning Beichen had already infiltrated the interior of the ship. With his current cultivation and strength, dealing with them was like bullying them.
Despite the well-trained armed personnel everywhere, to Ning Beichen, a Grandmaster, they were nothing more than common rabble.
Soon, a large number of personnel on the ship were killed, causing widespread panic throughout the armed vessel.
This was because they had no idea where a few bullets or a few knives would suddenly fly from to end their lives, and yet they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the enemy.
But Ning Beichen would not show them mercy, nor could he.
For if he showed mercy, they would be the ones to die later. After all, this was a large armed vessel.
"He's there, I see him!"
At this moment, someone on the ship shouted. They rushed to surround the source of the sound.
Ning Beichen had indeed been discovered in a corridor.
It wasn't that he was careless, but his bullets had run out, his throwing knives were gone, and a search party happened to come his way, blocking him in a narrow passage.
With a shout, both ends of the corridor were sealed, and Ning Beichen was in the middle.
"Don't move, get on your knees, hands behind your head!"
The search party yelled at Ning Beichen. Facing this phantom-like enemy, they dared not be careless in the slightest.
Not even a sliver of carelessness.
They had already lost over a hundred men, leaving them terrified, like someone who had been bitten by a snake and feared a well rope for ten years. Even the slightest rustle would scare them half to death.
They had encountered enemies and fought before, but never had it been so bizarre as today.
People around them kept dying, and they didn't even know how they died, yet they couldn't find the enemy.
Now that they had finally found the enemy, caution was paramount.
But Ning Beichen was unhurried. He had no weapons, but he never relied on weapons to kill. For he himself was the most powerful weapon.
Ning Beichen did not kneel or put his hands behind his head. Instead, he swaggered forward.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
"I order you to stop immediately!"
These people issued warnings to Ning Beichen in various languages.
But Ning Beichen ignored them and continued to walk towards them.
"Fire!"
These people dared not let Ning Beichen approach. Seeing that the enemy did not stop, they immediately ordered to fire.
Dozens, even hundreds, of bullets flew towards Ning Beichen simultaneously. In their eyes, even if the enemy had three heads and six arms, they could not survive in such a situation.
But Ning Beichen grinned at them. These people didn't even know why Ning Beichen was smiling at them.
Watching dozens, even hundreds, of bullets flying towards him, Ning Beichen let out a cold laugh and unleashed his Grandmaster domain.
In the eyes of these search party members, they only saw Ning Beichen raise his hand, and all the bullets shot at him froze in mid-air.
The search party members' eyes widened in terror, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost. They had never witnessed such a strange phenomenon.
However, they didn't have much time to ponder or fear. Seeing Ning Beichen let out a cold snort, the bullets all reversed their trajectory.
A series of crackling sounds followed.
Of the search party members who had surrounded Ning Beichen at both ends of the corridor, only three were still standing. It wasn't that they were lucky, but rather they hadn't had time to fire yet.
"Devil!"
"He's a devil!"
These three terrified search party members dared not fire at Ning Beichen anymore. With a cry of horror, they turned and fled.
They could deal with enemies, but they couldn't deal with devils. And what else could this unkillable enemy be but a devil?
But how could Ning Beichen let them escape? With a flick of his hand, a firearm appeared in his grasp.
Ning Beichen didn't aim deliberately but simply pulled the trigger repeatedly.
In an instant, the three fleeing men lay in pools of blood, their eyes wide open, not from regret, but from sheer terror.
Ning Beichen casually replenished his supply of firearms, magazines, and daggers. He mowed down all who stood in his way, like a god killing gods and Buddhas killing Buddhas. No one could stop his advance until he reached the captain's cabin.