Whac-A-Mole!

Whac-A-Mole!

Qin Feng felt like a neglected concubine, utterly miserable.

He had a feeling that if this went on, Xiao San would steal the whole show.

So of course, he had to make his presence known.

"Brat, are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?!"

The tall, skinny man from before lunged forward, his broadsword slashing down at Qin Feng.

Bang! Rumble!!

A shadow flashed through the night. The next instant, a tall pine tree beside the distant path crashed to the ground.

"Old Wu?!"

They froze for half a breath before realizing that Old Wu had just been sent flying like a punching bag!

"For some reason, whenever I hear someone mention reincarnation, I can't help wanting to send them on their way."

Qin Feng lightly tapped the little hammer against his palm and spoke with an easygoing air.

"Fuck, you're courting death!!"

A slightly chubby man cursed and instantly summoned his martial soul.

"Second Brother, don't be rash. Let me handle this one."

The ball-like fat man stopped his second brother from charging in, then fixed Qin Feng with a solemn gaze.

Compared to the kid wielding Blue Silver Grass, the one holding a hammer seemed much harder to deal with.

He could faintly sense an inexplicable pressure coming from this kid.

"Xiao San, I've already taken one out. This one's the second."

As Qin Feng spoke, he raised his war hammer and smashed it toward the man whose martial soul was the Purple Scar Red Rat.

Come to think of it, ever since arriving in this world, he had never whacked a mole before. Today was the perfect chance to experience that thrill.

"Good! Then leave those three to me!"

Tang San's fighting spirit surged as well.

Thick stalks of Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground, lashing out at the three men.

"Hmph! So what if you have a hundred-year Spirit Ring? My second brother is a level-nineteen Spirit Master, and the two of us are Spirit Masters too. I'd like to see how you can keep talking so big!"

The three attacked Tang San from different directions.

Fortunately, Tang San could suppress them with his Spirit Ring and speed. If an ordinary person had faced these three Spirit Masters, Tang San guaranteed they would not have survived even three breaths.

"It's pretty lively over there, but things are rather quiet on our side."

Qin Feng curled his lips in a meaningful smile.

"Hehe, to be honest, I'm curious. How can someone so young put on such a profound act? You're facing a Soul Grandmaster like me, yet you don't look worried in the slightest."

The ball-like fat man looked at Qin Feng with great interest.

After wandering the world for so long, this was the first time he had met someone better at putting on an act than himself—and he was only six or seven years old.

Any other child his age would probably have wet himself by now.

"Qin Feng, level-fourteen, one-ring Tool Soul Master. Martial soul: hammer!"

As Qin Feng's voice fell, a faint purple glow appeared beside him.

In an instant, a purple Spirit Ring slowly condensed at his side.

The entire back mountain seemed bathed in the aurora, awash in violet light!

Gulp!!

Whether it was the three men fighting Tang San or the fat man facing Qin Feng, all of them swallowed hard.

"Se-Second Brother, I'm not seeing things, right? Th-that's a Th-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!!"

The pockmarked man stood rooted to the spot as he stared at the slightly chubby man from before.

Were kids these days all this monstrous? One had a hundred-year Spirit Ring, and the other had a thousand-year Spirit Ring!!

"It really is a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring."

The man addressed as Second Brother spoke in a daze.

If the other side had two Spirit Rings, one hundred-year and one thousand-year, they would have run without hesitation.

A monster like that was absolutely beyond their ability to handle.

First Soul Skill, Thunder Blast Hammer!

As the First Spirit Ring merged into him, Qin Feng became like a god of thunder, arcs of electricity flashing around him.

After absorbing the power of the Thunder Tyrant Tiger, Qin Feng's martial soul fused with it, forming his First Soul Skill, Thunder Blast Hammer.

"If you were a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, I would respect you. Unfortunately, you're only a one-ring Spirit Master. Even if you possess a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, there is still an insurmountable gulf between us! Second Soul Skill, Lingbo Steps!"

As Qiu Bai spoke, two martial souls instantly merged into the eyes of the enormous Purple Scar Red Rat.

Qin Feng's heavy hammer came crashing down, but Qiu Bai narrowly evaded it.

"I was really afraid I'd smash you to death with the first hammer!"

Seeing his opponent dodge his first attack, Qin Feng smiled faintly, amusement in his eyes.

Now that his First Spirit Ring was fused with the pre-mutation war hammer, Qin Feng's combat strength was roughly at level twenty, while the Soul Power consumption was not too severe.

This time, Qin Feng had no intention of using the Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer. If he brought out the Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer, this fat ball would be smashed flat like a pancake.

He estimated that the Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer could boost his combat power by at least ten levels.

"You're even more full of yourself than I am!!"

At some point, Qiu Bai had appeared behind Qin Feng and launched a clawing attack at him.

But in the next instant, crackling lightning enveloped the area, and Qin Feng swung his hammer backward.

"How is that possible? How could you react so quickly?!"

Qiu Bai barely dodged Qin Feng's second attack.

His face was still filled with lingering fear.

He had planned that fighting route long ago. More accurately, it should have counted as a sneak attack.

No matter what opponent he had faced before, they had always suffered from that opening move. Never had he met a kid like this one, who not only dodged it but even turned around and tried to hammer him!

"Feng Ge, do you want me to help restrain this fatty?"

Seeing that the fat man had actually dodged Feng Ge's second hammer, Tang San called out to him.

Such violent attacks must consume a lot of Soul Power, right? His own Soul Skill could attack over a wide area, so using one extra attack would not be a problem.

"Heh, if you tie up a mole's feet, would whacking it still be any fun?"

Qin Feng said with a faint smile.

The instant his words fell, he unleashed the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

With every heavier strike, the ground caved in a little more.

The fat man was frightened into scrambling all over the ground.

After roaming the martial world for so long, this was the first time he had encountered such a monstrous child. His attack power was terrifying to an absurd degree.

As long as even the slightest bit of this kid's attacks touched him, he would be finished!!

A Thousand-Year Spirit Ring truly was terrifying.

Fortunately, he was fast. Otherwise, he truly would not know what to do.

If this continued, once the other side exhausted his strength, it would be his turn.

"What a nimble fatty. But let's see how you run now!"

Qin Feng, who had been moving slowly just moments ago, suddenly doubled his speed for some reason.

"F-Fuck!"

Seeing Qin Feng chasing after him with a massive hammer, Qiu Bai leaped up in fright.

Rumble!

The war hammer tore through the air and smashed toward the ground.

Arcs of lightning instantly shot out, while the immense force crushed the ground downward.

Everyone could clearly see Qiu Bai's clothes being torn apart in an instant!