Crisis: The Three-Headed Flood Dragon Evolves
Nuoding City.
"Hey, handsome, come play with us~"
"I won't play with you, sis. You're too small~."
"Handsome~ Come on in, I'll let you play for free~"
"Auntie, I'm afraid you'll eat me up. My body can't take that kind of pounding."
"Oh my, why are you blushing, handsome?~ You really are a virgin~"
"Auntie, where are you putting that hand?"
A young man over 1.7 meters tall, with a sturdy, well-proportioned build and a youthful appearance, squeezed his way out from among the garishly dressed, ravenous aunties.
His clothes and bearing made it clear at a glance that he was no ordinary person.
This was Su Mu.
As Su Mu passed between the women, he glanced around from time to time and exchanged a few teasing remarks with them.
It wasn't to see which of the women was prettier or whose breasts were bigger and fairer.
Rather, Su Mu had a feeling.
Ever since leaving the village, he had felt as though someone were following him.
After entering Nuoding City, he had first spent two Gold Soul Coins on a change of clothes.
But the feeling still hadn't gone away.
With no other choice, Su Mu had plunged into this pleasure district.
After squeezing out of the crowd,
Su Mu circulated his Soul Power.
He darted into another alley.
His body had been transformed by the Hundred-Thousand-Year Whale Glue.
Su Mu was very fast.
In the distance, a tall figure's pupils narrowed at the sight.
He casually raised a hand and slapped the bottom of a woman beside him.
Then his figure vanished in a flash.
As Su Mu quickened his pace, the feeling that something was watching him from behind didn't disappear.
Instead, his sense of danger grew stronger and stronger.
Tang Hao?
Why was he following me?
Was it to keep me from joining Spirit Hall, or simply to eliminate someone who didn't belong?
Why didn't he kill me outside the city?
Su Mu had no idea how far he had run through Nuoding City.
He could faintly feel himself growing tired.
He couldn't keep running.
If his pursuer wasn't at the Titled Douluo level,
but only a Soul Saint or a Soul King, he would have no strength left to fight back.
With that thought, Su Mu made up his mind.
He ran toward Nuoding City's Spirit Hall.
In a sparsely populated alley behind Spirit Hall in Nuoding City,
Su Mu stopped.
"You've been following me for a while, sir. Come out."
Su Mu stood near one end of the alley, where four alleys intersected.
It would be much easier to escape from there.
"You can really run."
First came a deep, resonant voice, and then a tall figure appeared in Su Mu's sight.
Seeing that the newcomer wasn't Tang Hao,
Su Mu breathed a small sigh of relief.
He had only awakened yesterday. Apart from Tang Hao in the village, no one should have known about his Martial Soul and Soul Power Level.
But this person put immense pressure on Su Mu and gave him a sense of danger.
"May I ask why you've followed me all this way, sir?"
Su Mu quietly took two steps back, moving half his body out of the alley.
"An interesting little fellow."
The man noticed Su Mu's small movements. Smiling faintly, he took a step forward.
At that, Su Mu instinctively wanted to run.
He couldn't fight this man head-on.
Just as Su Mu was about to turn around,
he found that he couldn't move. An invisible pressure enveloped his body.
"There's something about you that feels like a Soul Beast."
"Are you a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that underwent Soul Beast Transformation?"
The man took another step forward.
That step felt as though it had landed on Su Mu himself.
Su Mu felt the pressure on him grow stronger.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Su Mu gritted his teeth.
He couldn't help complaining inwardly, What was Spirit Hall even doing?
Wasn't anyone going to come check on such strong Soul Power fluctuations?
Because of the pressure, Su Mu's Martial Soul was released beyond his control.
It wasn't in the form of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade,
but that of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon.
Su Mu's hands had turned into dragon claws, and his arms were covered in black scales.
Two dragon horns had grown from his head.
Behind him, the black phantom of a Three-Headed Flood Dragon was considerably more solid than it had been when he first awakened it yesterday.
At the sight,
the man's expression froze for a moment, and he took another step forward.
After the Martial Soul appeared, the pressure eased considerably, and Su Mu felt that he could move his feet.
Just then, an even stronger pressure struck.
Caught off guard, Su Mu staggered and nearly fell over.
One hand sank deep into the wall of the alley.
Only then did he barely manage to steady himself.
"You can't fool me. The presence of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast on you doesn't lie."
"This Soul Power pressure isn't something a human child could withstand."
Under the man's Soul Power pressure, the presence of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast on the young man before him grew ever stronger.
The man became even more certain of what he thought.
Su Mu stared fixedly at the man before him.
He cursed inwardly.
Was there something seriously wrong with this guy's head?
You're the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Your whole family are Soul Beasts.
Just like Little San's whole family.
As the man took another step forward, Su Mu dragged his fingers across the stone wall, leaving five long gouges.
Just as he was about to reach his limit and drop to one knee,
Su Mu felt a surge of energy appear in his body.
Because of the Soul Power pressure, that energy
began to seep slowly into Su Mu's bones and deep into his muscles.
After absorbing only a little, Su Mu was surprised to discover that his body had grown somewhat stronger.
Could this be what remained of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Whale Glue?
With that thought, Su Mu paid the man no further attention.
The man didn't look like the sort who would let someone explain himself anyway.
So Su Mu simply went along with it, sitting down cross-legged and closing his eyes to focus on absorbing the energy.
What Su Mu didn't know was that,
as the energy merged into him under the powerful Soul Power pressure,
on the left and right heads of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon,
the fleshy bumps had broken apart,
becoming dragon horns like those on the middle head.
"Huh?"
The man noticed the change in the Martial Soul behind Su Mu.
What made him even more curious was that, as he released more Soul Power, the presence of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was diminishing.
Not weakening, but diminishing.
Could this person really not be a Soul Beast?
Then why did he have the presence of a Soul Beast on him?
The man narrowed his eyes and studied Su Mu, who sat cross-legged, lost in thought.
Some time passed.
Su Mu felt that he had completely absorbed the energy in his body.
The man also noticed that the presence of a Soul Beast had completely disappeared from Su Mu.
He withdrew his Soul Power suppression, walked up to Su Mu, and crouched down, intending to take a closer look.
Just then, Su Mu's tightly shut eyes snapped open.
He pushed off with both legs and sprang up.
The phantom of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon behind him vanished.
A Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade appeared in his hands.
He chopped down at the head of the man crouching on the ground.
The man reacted quickly.
Paying it no mind, he raised a hand and blocked the blow.
He looked at Su Mu with a trace of admiration. What an interesting little fellow.
Using the force of the impact, Su Mu spun and smashed his blade toward the man's chest for a second strike.
The man didn't dodge, taking the blow head-on.
"Hm?"
After the blade landed, the man sensed that something was wrong.
The force of this strike was twice that of the first.
An ordinary Soul Grandmaster would probably have been gravely injured by that strike, if not killed.
Before the man could react, Su Mu's third strike went straight for his face.
The man was forced to step back and raise his hand to block the attack.
Su Mu followed with an even faster, heavier fourth strike.
Then a fifth.