My SSS-Rank Skill and System is too OP in Modern Cultivation world

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The boss of the robbers ripped the door off a car and hurled it at Miss Elena Rivers with terrifying force. His motive is to finish Elena or at least injure her enough to stop her.

Seeing the car door coming at her at high speed, She instinctively raised her hands in defence, but it was futile.

Whoosh!

The sharp edge of the metal door slashed across her thigh.

Slash!

A deep cut opened, and blood dripped onto the pavement.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Elena clenched her teeth, suppressing a pained groan as a burning sensation spread through her leg. The warm trickle of blood soaked into her pants, but she forced herself to remain steady.

"Damn it... That bastard got me. I need to be more careful. I'm running low on talismans—I have to close the distance."

A Tier-3 Watcher operative shouted, "Elena! Are you okay? Say something!"

Before she could respond, the robber's gaze flicked to a passing car—a family of four inside. A cruel smirk twisted his lips.

"Perfect."

With monstrous strength, he lifted the entire vehicle, passengers and all, as if it weighed nothing. Then, with a wicked laugh, he hurled it straight at Elena.

"Try dodging this, bitch! Follow me if you can!" he sneered before dashing off.

Elena exhaled sharply. "Bastard!"

She turned to her teammate. "Go after him! Don't let him escape! I want to beat that son of a bitch with my own hands!"

The Tier-3 operative nodded and sprinted after the robber.

Step! Step! Step!

The boss fled at a breakneck pace, weaving through the wreckage of cars and debris. Just ahead, a Tier-2 Watcher happened to cross his path. The moment their eyes met, fear flashed across the Watcher's face.

Before the poor man could react, the robber lunged, snatching him by the throat and hoisting him into the air.

"HELP... ME—!" the Tier-2 operative choked out, his legs kicking frantically above the ground.

The Tier-3 pursuer caught up just in time to see his comrade dangling helplessly, the robber's fingers tightening around his skull. A sickening crack filled the air.

Crack!

"No..." the Tier-3 Watcher whispered in horror.

"LET HIM GO, YOU MONSTER!" he bellowed, raising his sword. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

The robber chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. "Times have changed. In this new era, the weak have no place. They're nothing more than insects crushed beneath the strong."

CRACK!

The Tier-2 Watcher's head caved in, blood and brain matter spurting between the robber's fingers. His lifeless body fell limply to the ground.

The Tier-3 Watcher froze, his sword trembling in his grip. His mind screamed at him to move, but shock rooted him in place. His knees nearly buckled as tears welled in his eyes.

Elena arrived at the scene.

The moment she laid eyes on the mangled corpse of her comrade, rage exploded inside her like an uncontainable fire.

Her voice thundered with fury.

"I'M GOING TO RIP YOU INTO PIECES AND FEED YOU TO THE DOGS, YOU SICK FUCK! I SWEAR IT!"

The Tier-3 Watcher snapped out of his daze, his grief transforming into a burning hatred. He charged at the robber, his sword gleaming under the dim city lights.

"DIE, YOU BASTARD!"

CLANG!

The robber caught the sword with his bare hands, his smirk never fading. With a casual shove, he sent the Watcher staggering backwards.

"You talk too much."

Elena wasted no time. She formed hand signs, channelling her spiritual energy. Talisman seals ignited in the air around her, glowing with raw power.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

She unleashed a barrage of spiritual attacks.

Boom! Boom! BOOM!

The ground trembled from the impact, debris flying in all directions.

The robber clicked his tongue. "Tch. No time for this."

He slammed his fist into the ground.

Crack!

The pavement shattered beneath him, creating an opening to the underground sewer system.

Whoosh!

He vanished into the darkness below.

Elena cursed. "Damn it! GO AFTER HIM! We can't let him escape!"

Within minutes, helicopters roared into the area, their searchlights sweeping the streets.

VROOM!!

PAT! PAT! PAT! 🚁

The city was in lockdown.

Meanwhile, in a dark alley...

Kent crouched in the shadows, watching the unfolding chaos from afar.

"So he took the sewer. That means... he should come out from—"

His eyes flicked toward a nearby exit.

"Right there."

He sprinted along the building rooftops, moving swiftly to intercept.

At that moment—

THUD!

Kent slammed into someone at the corner of the building.

Both of them staggered.

Kent cursed. "What the fuck?!"

The robber, panting heavily, wiped his brow. "Huff... Huff... Hey, kid, watch where you're going!"

Kent instinctively prepared to attack, but before he could move—

Whoosh!

A sword came flying out of nowhere, piercing straight through the robber's shoulder.

BAM!

The force of the impact hurled him into a wall.

The robber let out a pained growl.

"ARGH!"

The wall cracked under the impact, sending rubble scattering.

Kent barely had time to react before the robber's body crashed to the ground right next to him.

"What the f—?!"

His focus slipped for a second.

Fizzle—

His spiritual cloak flickered and dropped.

The Tier-3 Watcher landed nearby, stepping toward the robber. His voice was cold and unforgiving.

"I planned to take you alive. That's why I only aimed for your shoulder. But after what you did... I'll make you beg for death."

The robber, groaning, looked up.

"Shit… If I hadn't run into that kid, I could've gotten away..."

Then something clicked.

"Wait… That kid. He didn't even flinch when we collided…"

The robber's eyes narrowed.

He's not normal.

With no other choice, he gritted his teeth.

"Looks like I have to use that technique."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strange stone.

Kent, still partially concealed, muttered, "Hey, you two continue fighting. Don't mind me. I'm just an observer."

Suddenly—

+999 SP copied from Stone (Watcher).

+999 SP copied from Raka (Robber).

Kent scratched his head and awkwardly grinned. "Uh... Believe me, I have an important mission here. You guys go ahead."

Both fighters stared at him.

The Watcher thought: That bastard brought back up. He's planning an ambush.

The robber thought: Fuck! Another one?! And he's a master of stealth...!

The robber grinned darkly.

"Doesn't matter. I'll kill you both and enjoy my money afterwards."

He crushed the stone in his palm.

Immediately, a violent surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body.

WHOOSH!

Wind howled. The air crackled with power.

"Shit!" The Watcher's eyes widened.

"He's trying to break through into Level C forcefully!"

The robber let out a primal scream.

"ARGHHHHH!!"

His muscles bulged. His veins pulsed. The ground beneath him split apart.

The Tier-3 Watcher clenched his fists.

"If he succeeds… we're fucked."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The robber roared as his body underwent a terrifying transformation.

Kent exhaled.

"...Well, shit."