Though firearms were largely useless in Ye Thirteen’s eyes—to be precise, once a Demonhunter reached Entry-Rank, firearms became nearly pointless to them.

Nuclear weapons? Sure, wide-area devastation could overwhelm even a High-tier Demonhunter.

But rifles or ordinary missiles? They barely scratched the surface.

Some Demonhunters could even tank missile strikes head-on!

Naturally, Ye Thirteen—who could undoubtedly endure such hits—scoffed at firearms.

In his view, a Demonhunter honing their innate power could surpass an entire fully-armed human army.

Yet when facing enemies, Ye Thirteen fully endorsed using *any* means to win.

Cultivating one’s abilities existed for one purpose: slaying demons more effectively.

So if it worked? It was a valid method.

While Ye Thirteen was still processing this, the white-haired girl swapped magazines and resumed spraying bullets.

Two mags emptied—only six of thirteen goblins lay dead.

Of the remaining seven, three had minor wounds; three others, though gravely injured, still bristled with monstrous ferocity.

Why the light injuries? Pure cunning—they’d shoved comrades forward as living shields the moment gunfire erupted.

Only after silence hung for a beat did the seven cautiously peek out.

The instant they emerged—Qu Yi was already there, longsword gleaming.

A silver flash. One gravely wounded goblin lost its head.

Meanwhile, the helmeted white-haired girl flicked three yellow talismans. They erupted into massive fireballs, each streaking toward a different wounded goblin.

*Boom.* Precise detonations. Three goblins vanished in flames.

“A Talisman Master? Tch… such a money-burning profession…”

Ye Thirteen clicked his tongue.

In Dragon Realm Demonhunter circles, Talisman Masters were jokingly called the most expensive profession—yet people still poured fortunes into it. Proof of its sky-high potential.

Highest-grade talismans were purple; descending order: red, green, pink, blue, yellow.

Even the lowest yellow talismans cost over ten thousand credits each, he recalled.

Pre-preparable, yes—but with a one-month shelf life. Power faded steadily after.

Six months max, and all energy vanished.

Below, Qu Yi watched her partner erase three foes with three talismans and cheered:

“Xue’er, keep going~!”

Before the helmeted girl could reply, a sharp voice crackled from her waist communicator:

“Trying to bankrupt her?! Xiao Xue only gets *one hundred* talismans a month—guess how many she has left?!”

Qu Yi sheepishly scratched her head, pink tongue peeking out.

City districts averaged ten such incidents monthly. Talismans? Non-negotiable strategic supplies.

This time was mild—just thirteen second-tier goblins.

Double the count? They’d have to spam yellow talismans to thin the horde.

Encounter third-tier monsters? Every last talisman would fly.

No wonder Xue’er was so stingy…

Qu Yi thought this while still sticking her tongue out cutely.

Ye Thirteen’s lips twitched slightly.

*Rich girl, huh?*

One hundred yellow talismans monthly—that cost more than his entire severance pay!

Han Xiangxue still had yellow talismans, but saw no need.

Three injured goblins left? They could handle it cleanly.

She drew a rapier from her motorcycle, voice calm:

“Let’s move.”

“No problem! Leave it to me!”

Qu Yi charged, longsword raised.

Goblins weren’t docile prey—they were vicious *and* cunning.

Spotting her charge, all three ignored distant Han Xiangxue and lunged at Qu Yi, weapons swinging.

Qu Yi’s lips curled into a faint smile.

“Blazing Slash!”

Her blade ignited. A fiery sword beam shot forth.

To Ye Thirteen, Qu Yi’s technique seemed unrefined—but projecting sword qi? Already achieved.

Three-meter effective range? More than enough now.

The goblins realized too late. Committed to closing in, they couldn’t stop—let alone dodge.

They swung desperately.

*BOOM!* Fiery qi clashed with crude weapons. All three goblins flew backward, arms empty.

Qu Yi had already flanked them, cutting in from the side.

Han Xiangxue arrived simultaneously.

Longsword and rapier flashed—two goblins fell with fatal strikes.

The last, weaponless and surrounded, had zero chance to flee.

Slain by two third-tier Demonhunters right there on the street.

Newcomers might wonder: *Shouldn’t Talisman Masters be pure ranged support?*

Ye Thirteen, an authority, would say: yes—but “melee” and “ranged”? Just gaming terms.

Demonhunters aren’t players. Battles against demons? Unrestricted slaughter.

*Unrestricted* means: win by any means.

Firearms? Solid for low-tier Demonhunters (though Ye Thirteen rarely relied on them).

A Talisman Master training swordsmanship? Perfectly normal.

Take Ye Thirteen and Qu Xuelin—both “ranged” types. But did Ye Thirteen’s eight-pack abs scream “no melee skills”?

Admittedly, close combat wasn’t his *strongest* suit.

But at his level? Even “weaknesses” were untouchable to most.

Funny enough—ranged specialists mastering melee? Ye Thirteen started that trend.

Every modern ranged Demonhunter copying melee moves? All inspired by his early combat vids—even Qu Xuelin, guardian of Southgate Garrison.

So Han Xiangxue, a Talisman Master, honing sword skills? Totally normal.

Demonhunters’ superhuman physiques made it effortless.