harleyscars Chapter 69 The Battle on the Street, the Mysterious Martial Soul?
Chapter 69 The Battle on the Street, the Mysterious Martial Soul?
Chapter 69 The Battle on the Street, the Mysterious Martial Soul?
"I think we don't need to make too many changes. Let's give each other some time, okay?"
Su Chen patted the girl's somewhat thin shoulder, then shook his head at Bibi Dong.
Acceptance is one thing, but the knots in our hearts have been forged over decades. Can they be untied overnight?
It's already quite good that we've reached this point.
Seeing that the two women's brows had relaxed, the young man shrugged and looked at them.
"By the way, I need to leave something on you. You don't mind, do you?"
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong were slightly taken aback, and nodded with their pretty faces slightly flushed.
This kid's talking weirdly.
Faced with such blatant flirting, if it weren't for Su Chen, the mother and daughter would have already taken action.
"you."
Su Chen raised an eyebrow, looked at the two women's fair wrists that they simultaneously extended in front of him, shook his head, and gently patted them. Two silver dragon patterns the size of stamps appeared on their wrists.
"What is this?"
Qian Renxue curiously turned it over to examine it. The dragon pattern shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and she could also sense the mysterious aura emanating from it.
And she had a feeling that unless she cut off her own arm, there was no other way to remove the dragon mark.
Compared to the blonde girl's vague and curious guesses, Bibi Dong's feelings were much clearer.
She opened her small mouth in surprise, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.
"Is this... the power of space?"
His Holiness the Pope was filled with astonishment as he looked at the gleaming dragon pattern on his wrist.
"space?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's eyes widened in surprise.
It should be noted that even most Soul Masters' eighth or ninth Soul Skills cannot touch the edge of the word "space".
Even the slightest touch reveals an extremely terrifying ability.
For example, the two forbidden domains of Ghost Chrysanthemum Douluo.
It requires the combined spirit fusion skill of two Title Douluos to trap even a 100,000-year-old spirit beast within.
"Um."
The boy smiled slightly and twirled the kunai in his hand.
The handle of the kunai is also engraved with a silver dragon pattern.
"It's a kind of insurance. As for its effectiveness, you'll find out in a couple of days."
The next morning, just as dawn broke, Su Chen left the experimental base.
Walking along the road in the morning light, the boy stretched and couldn't help but laugh when he remembered how Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong had chased after him with gritted teeth last night.
Regardless, after the two of them set their sights on him, their relationship did indeed progress considerably.
"Oh, speaking of which, where is Wuhun City Academy again?"
Su Chen fiddled with the kunai in his hand, looking around at the surrounding buildings.
Perhaps because the coronation ceremony is only a few days away, this city, which is not usually crowded, has suddenly become lively.
Sects and academies from all over the continent, merchants who sensed business opportunities, spies who wanted to take advantage of the chaos—a mixed bag of people all entered this city.
After walking only a few hundred meters, Su Chen saw more than twenty completely different faction symbols, some of which he even recognized.
"Tianshui, Shenfeng, the Five Elements Academy?"
The silver-haired boy glanced at the group of beautiful young girls haggling with the stall owner, and the young people following closely around them, and couldn't help but shake his head.
He thought Feng Xiaotian was an isolated case, but it turned out to be a tradition.
Is this Kamikaze Academy a breeding ground for sycophants?
nimbly bypassing the crowd, Su Chen decided to check out another street.
If you still can't find it, you'll have to ask someone else.
About half an hour later, the silver-haired boy squeezed out of the crowd on another street, looking rather unwell.
It's impossible to find, and the crowds on this street are even more overwhelming, making it difficult for the white-clad deacons to maintain order.
"Why don't we ask someone?"
Su Chen muttered to himself.
Wuhun City Academy is considered one of the higher academies, so it should be quite well-known.
"Monster, get out of here! You dare to come here?"
"Get out!"
Just as Su Chen was about to ask someone casually, a noisy commotion suddenly reached his ears.
Ok?
The boy's eyes instantly turned jade white. He looked towards the source of the sound at the somewhat turbulent crowd ahead. When he saw the scene inside, his eyes widened slightly.
"No way?"
Bang bang bang!
The dull thuds of flesh colliding, accompanied by screams of agony, rang out. Several young men dressed in pale blue clothes coughed up blood and flew backward, while the rest trembled and took two steps back, looking at the figures they had surrounded with fear on their faces.
It was a boy.
Wearing a black and green outfit with simple chest protectors and leg wraps, his dirty face was covered in sweat and dust, and his short black hair was messy. His wild, emerald green eyes were still faintly visible.
He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his snow-white sharp teeth bared, and glared fiercely at the people in front of him like a lone wolf, frightening them into retreating hastily.
"Hmph, you bastard, you're asking for death!"
A cold shout accompanied by a fierce gust of wind rushed towards him. His pupils contracted slightly, and he hurriedly dodged to the side, but it was too late.
Click!
The sound of bones cracking mingled with the boy's painful groans as his body flew backward like a cannonball, slamming hard against the wall behind him before falling to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"It's Teacher Ye!"
"Teacher Ye, you must stand up for us! He beat Ah San so badly he vomited blood!"
"Teacher Ye is a Soul Master; he'll definitely teach that monster a lesson!"
The young people seemed to have found some pillar of support, and they all excitedly shouted and cheered.
A middle-aged man dressed in a light blue shirt walked out of the crowd, rubbing his wrist, and glared at the group of young people with a hint of disappointment.
"You've completely disgraced Canghui Academy! Why aren't you taking them for treatment right now?!"
Then, the middle-aged man turned his gaze to the boy who had begun to slowly get up, a hint of pity and jealousy flashing in his eyes.
I didn't hold back at all just now, how come this monster is still alive?
What a hateful talent!
"If it weren't for your father's influence, I could kill you right now for just the crime of injuring a student."
Ye Zhi Qiu snorted coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Now, get back. Your qualification for this competition has been revoked."
Upon hearing this, the boy, who was struggling to get up, suddenly looked up, his emerald green eyes beneath his black, tousled hair fixed on Ye Zhi Qiu.
His soul power surged, and a faint phantom appeared behind him. At the same time, two yellow soul rings also appeared on his body.
hum!
The spirit rings lit up, and the boy's skin quickly turned blood red. His sweat evaporated into mist in an instant. He roared and charged towards Ye Zhi Qiu.
(End of this chapter)