Chapter 46 - Shock and Awe
Benton’s enhanced spiritual senses detected sixteen men and three women slowly entering the warehouse. All but one were in the Qi Gathering Realm, mostly minor realms three and four. A couple were in minor realm two. One was in the fifth. Two were in the sixth and another in the seventh. The man Benton assumed was the leader was the only exception, a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the second minor realm.
Gutter trash. Nothing he couldn’t handle.
Or so Su’s memories told him.
Su was used to a life of combat and killing bandits and even rival sect members, though. In sharp contrast, Benton was a middle manager for a Fortune 500 company whose last fight before coming to this world had been in junior high.
The gang leader probably conducted raids on a regular basis, putting Benton’s one youthful indiscretion to shame in terms of relevant experience. And not only that, but the gang leader severely outclassed Benton in cultivation level. There was an enormous gulf between one major realm and the next. Even if Benton were at the peak and the leader barely past it, the leader would still have a huge advantage in cultivation.
Instead, Benton was in the eighth minor realm, meaning that, in addition to the huge gap of the major realm that stood between the two, four minor realms also separated them.
On paper, the matchup seemed poor for him and his disciples not even taking into account being down nineteen to three in sheer numbers of people. Quantity did have a quality all of its own after all.
No, Benton was not feeling nearly as confident as he’d made it seem to the kids.
On the plus side, he did have two levels of body cultivation, which definitely helped close any gap in physical stats between him and the leader. And Su’s memories were probably right in that any wandering cultivator who joined a gang, even as its leader, wasn’t likely to have access to particularly good cultivation methods or techniques. Benton, on the other hand, had System granted knowledge taking him to Large Success in fighting with a spear, and his cultivation base was pristine.
Additionally, he and his disciples held a clear advantage in equipment. The gang members all held mortal grade weapons, and Benton didn’t sense any talismans or other qi treasures on them.
Tired of dealing with weapons that broke way too easily, he’d picked up a few personal weapons and some other necessary supplies in his wanderings through the city. None of the weapons were fancy—not nearly as nice as either the system supplied ones or the spears he was having produced—but neither would they snap the first time a Qi Gathering cultivator blocked them. With a spear in his hands, a sword hanging in a scabbard on his left hip, and a sheathed dagger on his right, he felt ready for what was to come.
His doubts were just pre-fight nerves. He and the twins would do fine. Right?