Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Zhang Beixing cursed silently, but now was clearly not the time to dwell on emotions.

He watched as the black and red missile, as thick as a young tree trunk, flew towards him, dragging a long trail of fire.

Zhang Beixing sensed the energy within his body. After a brief rest, he had only managed to gather less than half of his peak strength.

This was the result of Zhang Beixing focusing almost all his spirit on recovery, akin to a phone on super-fast charge.

However, the thing before him was indeed a bona fide missile. Even if it was a small missile fired from a helicopter, nothing compared to the big ones that traveled thousands of kilometers, it was still deadly for Zhang Beixing in his current status. Taking this missile head-on by force would be life-threatening.

The missile seemed to have a tracking function. Zhang Beixing did not plan to confront it directly; he swiftly dodged out of its trajectory. But as Zhang Beixing moved, the missile’s sides continuously spouted weak, small flames, adjusting its direction, relentlessly locking onto and pursuing Zhang Beixing’s figure.

The black and red missile seemed either due to the chip inside or simply indicative of Zhang Beixing’s fate running out.

When it was incredibly close, and Zhang Beixing found it challenging to evade, the flames at its tail suddenly flared up like dry wood kindled, exploding instantaneously. The tailfire, originally over a meter long, instantly stretched to twice its length, with the missile’s speed skyrocketing.

At this moment, Zhang Beixing watched the missile enlarge bit by bit in his eyes. Although it hadn’t yet hit him, it no longer mattered.

At this speed, there was no room to dodge; he could only risk everything to try and catch it.

Zhang Beixing’s mind worked quickly, his thoughts translating to action almost simultaneously. He immediately got into a stance, prepared to intercept this menacing gift bare-handed.

Miller, having personally launched the missile, remained in the helicopter cockpit, his eyes fixed fiercely on the missile’s trajectory. As he witnessed the "gift" about to make intimate contact with Zhang Beixing, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Although he was not a Martial Artist himself, he controlled the B Organization, commanding numerous top-tier Martial Artists. He had direct data reflecting the physical qualities of Martial Artists at each stage. Even though a Martial Artist’s strength level aligns in later stages, the data varies significantly.

Especially with someone like Zhang Beixing, of whom only a handful exists worldwide; Miller didn’t have complete certainty about his data. But he was confident that this bombardment would leave no Great Grandmaster alive, even those at the peak among the very best.

Though Zhang Beixing was formidable, Miller absolutely refused to believe that even a Transcendent was invincible; it was simply impossible.

But regarding this, Miller truly misunderstood the Transcendent.

As an ordinary person, Miller could never grasp the qualitative changes in high-level Martial Artists, reducing them to dry data for comprehension. But this approach is merely looking at the larger picture through a keyhole.

If a regular Great Grandmaster faced all previous attacks, they wouldn’t have survived beyond the first shell, let alone a subsequent small missile. However, unfortunately for Miller, although Zhang Beixing had not reached the Extraordinary Realm but was a Half-Step Extraordinary, he had already touched upon that realm.

As long as one steps into the Extraordinary Realm, normal logic no longer applies. Thus, Zhang Beixing at this moment possesses much more strength than Miller anticipated, entirely capable of attempting to intercept the missile.

The black and red warhead was now less than a hundred meters away from Zhang Beixing. This distance could take several seconds to run, but for a missile, it was merely a blink.

Zhang Beixing already lifted his hands, frowning slightly, uncertain what thoughts occupied his mind.

Suddenly, the missile with the long tail of flame visibly slowed—not just to Zhang Beixing’s eyes, but even an ordinary person would notice the deceleration.

The situation unfolded suddenly, catching both Zhang Beixing and Miller off guard, merely seeing the tailflame seemingly blocked by something.

The overly long tailfire only struck the sudden black shadow, then scattered apart.

Zhang Beixing’s vision adapted incredibly fast, spotting in the next second, the figure behind the missile was none other than Jimmy, who bore the vampiric lineage.

At this moment, Jimmy was using his twisted limbs to firmly grasp the missile’s tail, desperately preventing himself from being blasted away by the powerful tailfire.

However, the tailfire was too fierce, exceeding Jimmy’s expectations. Jimmy’s already twisted face, combined with the intense burning pain, became even more distorted.

The tailfire’s temperature was extremely high, displaying an unusual yellow color, its scorch sufficient to char Jimmy’s already desiccated skin into a black crust in an instant.

Not to mention, Zhang Beixing, unable to see due to his view, facing the tailfire’s center.

Seeing Jimmy’s current state, Zhang Beixing showed urgency for the first time, but the incident occurred in an instant. Zhang Beixing’s focus was entirely on intercepting the missile moments ago, without sparing attention to other matters.