MM Racing Chapter 4 Kuiba? Kuiba!
Chapter 4 Kuiba? Kuiba!
Chapter 4 Kuiba? Kuiba!
"boom--!"
Xu Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, he and his subordinates were swept away.
He fell heavily to the ground, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
"How is this possible! How is this possible?!"
"What happened? What kind of power is this?!"
"He just awakened his martial soul, why is this happening?!"
The soldiers of the Spirit Hall stared at Huan Ming in disbelief, but only Xu Feng knew what this really meant.
He himself is a level 27 Great Soul Master. Although both of his soul rings are white, he is definitely more powerful than someone who has just awakened their martial soul.
Huanming defeated them all without even using his martial spirit!
Why is there such a big difference between two white spirit rings?
Xu Feng suddenly felt he couldn't understand the Soul Master profession anymore; the gap between people was sometimes bigger than that between dogs.
Little did he know that Huanming was not using the power of a Soul Master, but rather pulse techniques.
Huanming looked at the people who had fallen to the ground and said to Xu Feng, "You're a good person, unlike those Soul Masters."
At least before the fight started, Xu Feng dispersed the crowd to prevent innocent people from being hurt.
"Cough cough..."
Xu Feng struggled to his feet and asked, "What kind of soul skill is that?"
"It's not a soul skill, it's called Overlord Rush," Huanming replied.
"Overlord Rush?"
Huanming nodded. To the demon warriors of the Yuan Yang Realm, the Overlord's Rush was actually a high-level pulse technique.
The true power of this pulse technique cannot be exerted under the four pulse points.
However, his extensive experience taught him how to unleash the full power of the four meridians of the Overlord's Rush at this stage.
Of course, for him, the Overlord's Crush was really just a pretty "ordinary" pulse technique.
He is Kuiba.
Xu Feng's eyes darkened, and his expression became somewhat complicated.
Huanming added, "If you report this matter, I believe the Spirit Hall will definitely send experts to hunt me down, but you will also be in big trouble."
Huanming knew very well what kind of nature those high and mighty Soul Masters were.
At that time, Xu Feng will definitely be charged with negligence.
"I know that," Xu Feng said with a self-deprecating smile.
"Leave the Spirit Hall. Someone like you shouldn't associate with those people."
Xu Feng shook his head. "I know I can't do anything to you right now, so I can only let you go. But if I run away too, I'll be considered a fugitive from justice."
Huanming asked, "Are you afraid of the Spirit Hall's power?"
"Who isn't afraid?"
"There is a place that no Soul Master dares to set foot in easily, and that is my next destination."
Xu Feng was startled, and then, as if he suddenly realized something, his pupils contracted sharply again.
"Are you... are you crazy? You're just a child, how can you go to that place?"
Huanming laughed and asked, "If you're not the child you remember, you're still my defeated opponent."
Xu Feng gave a wry smile and advised, "I've never seen anyone like you before, but you're right, if you want to escape the Spirit Hall's pursuit, that's the only place you can go."
"Afterwards, you can pin all the blame on me. Also, give the villagers some money and tell them to move out as soon as possible."
Xu Feng nodded without saying anything.
Huanming laughed and said, "If you're still alive when we meet again... never mind, I'm leaving."
Watching his receding figure, Xu Feng couldn't help but shout:
"Who exactly are you?"
"Huanming, Kuiba, whatever you like."
"..."
Huanming left, leaving the Spirit Hall members standing there staring blankly.
"Sir, are we just going to let him go like this?"
Xu Feng swallowed hard. "If you want to die, go after them now."
He knew that Huanming had shown mercy just now; otherwise, none of them would have survived.
Another subordinate said with a mournful face, "But sir, what if we are blamed by our superiors? We can't bear the responsibility."
They found such a promising talent but let him go. Given the way the higher-ups are, those people will either die or be crippled.
Because there are differences among Soul Masters, these lowest-ranking soldiers and Soul Masters are no different from ordinary people in the eyes of those in higher positions.
Xu Feng smiled helplessly: "You can leave now. I'll handle this... Kuiba? Kuiba!"
*
After leaving Baijia Village, Huanming headed north.
Based on his current location and travel speed, it will take him at least a month to reach the Killing City.
Indeed, the Killing City is his next destination.
That place is a forbidden land for Soul Masters, but it is a paradise for the fallen, and also his paradise.
The most fundamental reason is that Soul Masters cannot use Soul Skills in the City of Slaughter.
As we all know, a Soul Master's greatest power comes from their Soul Rings. A Soul Master without Soul Skills is not much different from a tiger with its teeth pulled out.
One's combat power will be reduced by at least 70-80%, because Soul Masters in Douluo Continent never cultivate their bodies; they only know how to rely on Martial Souls and Soul Rings.
But he was different. Strictly speaking, although most of those pulse techniques were ranged attacks, they were actually body tempering techniques as well.
An excellent demon warrior is proficient in both pulse techniques and physical skills.
Therefore, the City of Slaughter will not only have no effect on Huanming, but will also make him even more powerful.
As for the fallen ones in the Killing City, there's no need to worry.
Huanming even felt sorry for those people; they were all people abandoned by the world.
They had never done anything wrong before the age of six, but because they awakened an evil martial spirit, they were subjected to strange looks and ostracism.
That's understandable. After all, not every ordinary person is so carefree. Who knows if an evil martial spirit might suddenly erupt one day?
Most people would naturally and subconsciously distance themselves from them and isolate them; very few people would be willing to befriend them.
The strange looks they received made them inherently insecure and cause them to become withdrawn.
Ultimately, they either hide in the Killing City as a safe haven, or they succumb to depravity and commit crimes, resulting in being hunted down by various forces.
Are the fallen terrifying?
Huanming, however, felt that the human heart was even more terrifying.
The only thing he needs to worry about now is the King of Slaughter, that's his biggest problem.
"Boss, a pot of tea, please."
Passing by a small tavern, Huanming sat down and called out.
"Alright, please wait a moment, sir."
However, Huanming waited and waited, but the pot of tea never arrived.
Some curses and the sound of things being smashed drifted into the tavern, and then the owner walked in with his head down and looking dejected.
The shopkeeper took some bronze and silver soul coins from the counter and prepared to leave.
"Boss, what's going on?"
Huanming stood up and asked, his intuition telling him that things weren't that simple.
The boss glanced sadly at Huanming, "What else could it be? Those living devils are here again. I just made offerings half a month ago, and now they're coming to ask me for money again. Sigh."
Upon hearing this, Huan Ming walked over. "A Soul Master?"
"They are soldiers from the Star Luo Empire, but they are indeed led by Soul Masters. They claim to be collecting protection money, but in reality, they are the biggest bandits."
"Boss, haven't you ever thought about fighting back?"
"I'm just running a small business, how can I compete with those people? I really don't know when this will end."
After leaving a message, the owner sighed and slowly walked out of the tavern.
Seeing this, Huanming did not hesitate and quickly followed.
(End of this chapter)