The Second Martial Soul's First Spirit Skill, Spirit Detection, paired with the Desert Eagle, meant every shot hit exactly where he aimed.
Dai Mubai lit up his First Spirit Ring again. The next second, the speed of a Level 36 Battle Soul Elder, enhanced by the Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul, sent him charging toward Qian Yu at full tilt.
He imagined he could defeat Qian Yu the same way he had beaten Tang San, and do it all over again.
How could Qian Yu let him have his way? First Spirit Skill—Golden Armor Reinforcement. Strength increased by 30%, physical defense increased by 40%.
Qian Yu was just as fast as a Level 39 Soul Elder. Add the physical conditioning he'd built through more than a decade of uninterrupted training, and Spirit Detection on top of that—
He could always dodge the Evil Eye White Tiger's attacks at just the right moment.
"Ah! Are you all mice or something? All you know how to do is scurry around and hide!"
Dai Mubai flew into a complete rage.
His Third Spirit Ring lit up, and he released his Third Spirit Skill—White Tiger Vajra Transformation. Dai Mubai's body grew even larger, and his speed and strength surged once more.
He wanted to use his speed to keep Qian Yu from dodging.
Facing Dai Mubai's increased speed and fierce attacks,
Qian Yu furrowed his brows.
But he still used the Desert Eagle form of his First Spirit Skill and fired two shots.
He wanted to test his suspicions.
Sure enough, as soon as the bullets flew out, Dai Mubai didn't dodge or evade.
The sheer power of White Tiger Vajra Transformation sent Qian Yu's bullets ricocheting away.
"Kid, if that's all you've got, you might as well wait to die." Feeling only a slight sting where the bullets had struck him, Dai Mubai was utterly confident.
Dai Mubai thought Qian Yu was just like Tang San, a pretty-looking pillow with nothing inside.
Qian Yu frowned.
"Sure enough, this is troublesome. My means of attack are still too limited. Against a tank-type opponent this fast, this well-armored, and, most importantly, this strong, ordinary methods really can't end the fight quickly."
Fortunately, Qian Yu had Spirit Detection, so he could precisely dodge Dai Mubai's charges and swats every time.
"Ah! Kid, if you've got the guts, let's fight head-on!"
Dai Mubai used every trick he had, yet he still couldn't hit Qian Yu.
Now he was raging helplessly.
"As you wish." Qian Yu drew on a special forces soldier's strengths: he calmly analyzed the situation, found his opponent's weakness, and struck a fatal blow.
His purple Third Spirit Ring lit up, and he released his Third Spirit Skill—Metal Storm. His bullets carried terrifying blades and had armor-piercing power.
The Desert Eagle switched Martial Soul forms to the AK47.
Qian Yu started with single shots.
He fired once.
The bullet shot toward Dai Mubai like a dragon bursting from the sea.
Dai Mubai assumed Qian Yu's bullets were still the same as those from his First Spirit Skill.
He didn't dodge or evade.
The bullet, carrying a blade, slammed into Dai Mubai's White Tiger Barrier.
Dai Mubai had absolute faith in his First and Third Spirit Skills, and planned to take Qian Yu's attack head-on.
But the AK47 was a superweapon. Boosted by the Third Spirit Ring, it even had armor-piercing power.
Clang! The barrier surrounding Dai Mubai developed cracks.
He watched as the defense he'd always been so proud of was easily broken through.
"Kid, you're asking for death!" Dai Mubai roared at Qian Yu, eyes bloodshot.
Qian Yu didn't waste words. He switched the AK47 to full-auto and unleashed a furious hail of bullets at Dai Mubai.
This time, Dai Mubai panicked completely.
But bullets had no eyes.
The bullets rained down on Dai Mubai's barrier.
With a clang,
Qian Yu emptied the AK47's magazine, and his Soul Power was nearly depleted.
Then he lit up his Second Spirit Ring, its purple light shining.
Dai Mubai panicked completely.
"No!"
Qian Yu ignored his roar.
Second Spirit Skill—Sky Full of Dancing Bullets. A 98K bullet shot from the black barrel like a venomous snake, racing toward Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai still tried to block it with his hand.
Under Spirit Detection, Qian Yu smiled faintly.
Bang! The bullet burst apart like a firework.
Dai Mubai was left covered in soot, and his little blond tuft was singed into a tangled mess.
He no longer looked anything like the spirited young man he'd been at the start.
"Ah! You just wait!"
How could Dai Mubai show his face here now?
Covering his face, he hurried out of the hotel. As the fight ended, the crowd dispersed as well.
Even so, quite a few people were left with a deep impression of Qian Yu: calm and powerful.
"Young Master Dai, wait for us!" The twin sisters hurried after Dai Mubai.
"He won." Tang San stared at Qian Yu, his eyes full of disbelief.
Even he couldn't break through Dai Mubai's defenses.
Yet Qian Yu had so casually defeated a Level 36 Battle Soul Elder.
He'd thought his father's training was steadily narrowing the gap between him and Qian Yu.
But now it seemed that over these three years, not only had his Soul Power fallen far behind, but his Spirit Skills and actual combat ability were inferior too.
"If only I could cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer." Tang San couldn't help thinking of his Second Martial Soul, a weapon that made anyone who saw it feel a chill.
"Third Brother." Xiao Wu saw that Tang San looked upset and hurried over to comfort him.
"Xiao Wu, what are you standing around for? Come upstairs and keep me company while I rest."
Qian Yu deliberately needled Tang San, ordering Xiao Wu around.
"I'm not going. Go by yourself. There's only one room anyway, so go sleep in it alone."
In front of Tang San, Xiao Wu deliberately put on airs. In truth, over these three years, she'd poured tea and water for Qian Yu, and done practically everything except what she couldn't.
"So you're planning to break your promise?"
Qian Yu's expression turned cold as the Desert Eagle appeared in his hand.
Its dark muzzle pointed at Tang San.
Remembering the terrifying power of Qian Yu's Second and Third Spirit Skills, Xiao Wu gritted her teeth and reluctantly went to his side, accompanying him upstairs.
Tang San stood nearby with a cold expression, saying nothing.
Over the past three years, Qian Yu's Desert Eagle had left him with a deep-seated fear.
"Hmph, Xiao Wu, it's still early. I'll go out and look around."
Tang San found himself an excuse to save face. Watching the girl he considered his own walk into a room with Qian Yu, his heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.
Then, his face livid, Tang San headed for the streets of Suotuo City.
Qian Yu and Xiao Wu entered the room. Its rose-colored decor was full of suggestive atmosphere, and Xiao Wu's face turned red.
Qian Yu was exhausted from traveling nonstop these past few days. He had Xiao Wu draw him a bath, then soaked himself in it. Of course, Xiao Wu had to wait on him too.
"Damn it, this guy's body is perfect. He's so much better built than Third Brother, who's just a bag of bones."
"Damn it, how can I think that about Third Brother?"
Xiao Wu's heart was in turmoil, but her hands couldn't help pressing and feeling their way over Qian Yu's body.
Once everything was done, Qian Yu had a nice rest.
By evening, Qian Yu was getting bored of staying at the hotel. He took Xiao Wu along and decided to explore Suotuo City.
Suotuo City was incredibly lively at night. Perhaps because the academies were recruiting, the streets were packed with people.
Of course, there were some unsavory corners too.
Qian Yu and Xiao Wu had just passed an alley when they heard a girl screaming.
Inside the alley, a short, fat man with red clothes and red hair was about to assault a little girl.
"Please, no! I can give you all my money. Please, just let me go!"
The girl cried out in a tearful, heart-rending voice.
"Bastard! You're a monster in human form!"
The anger Xiao Wu had built up over these past three years flared again.
Seeing a grown man assaulting a little girl,
she couldn't help thinking of everything Qian Yu had done to her over the years.
Xiao Wu roared, put her strength into it, and hurled the short, fat man away in one go.
In that instant, Xiao Wu lit up her First Spirit Ring and released her Spirit Skill—Waist Bow.
The short, fat man was attacked and tried to fight back, but Xiao Wu's Spirit Skill had already struck. He found himself unable to break free and could only be slammed hard into the ground.
The short, fat man grunted, got up, and glared at the person who'd attacked him.
He saw that Xiao Wu was fresh-faced, charming, and cute.
Drool trickled from his mouth.
"Well, well! I can't believe my luck today. And it's all thanks to Boss Dai for not bringing me along." The short, fat man was none other than Ma Hongjun, one of the original Shrek Seven Monsters.
He leered at Xiao Wu, lost in his own filthy fantasies.
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