Too Late, I Want to Talk About Chemistry Now [Seeking Follow-up Reads]

As the words fell, Xiao Mu slowly pushed through the onlookers, pacing forward step by step.

The surrounding clamor gradually died down, and the gazes of several thugs fell squarely upon him.

The bald man squinted at him and sneered, "Where did this busybody crawl out from? You dare to meddle in our affairs?"

Xiao Mu stood amidst the broken tiles and spilled broth, his tone cold. "Guang Long, is it? You're quite arrogant. Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you're a soul master?"

"Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"What conscience? I lost that long ago; I only care about money." Guang Long replied bluntly, without a shred of remorse.

As his voice faded, a crimson halo suddenly erupted behind Xiao Mu, hanging in the air like a scorching sun, its majestic pressure spreading out along with the autumn breeze.

Na'er knew Xiao Mu had lost his temper, so she quietly retreated half a step, standing steadily to the side to watch.

Guang Long's brows knit tightly under the incoming pressure, his previous arrogance waning significantly, and the two lackeys beside him instinctively shrank back.

Xie Xie and Tang Wulin retreated in turn, feeling an extraordinary heat as they gazed at that dazzling red sun.

That red sun was none other than Xiao Mu's soul spirit.

Light surged around Xiao Mu's feet, his first soul ring suddenly lit up, and an invisible force field rippled out across the ground.

He raised his hand, as if gripping Guang Long's throat from a distance.

An invisible force instantly locked onto Guang Long's entire body, defying gravity as he was abruptly lifted off the ground, suspended in mid-air.

Guang Long flailed his limbs wildly, bracing himself as he spat out, "So what if we're both at the second ring? You can't break my defense."

Before he could finish, his exposed skin rapidly faded to iron-gray, hard scales erupted along his neck, and his entire body was encased in heavy, rigid armor.

Xiao Mu lowered his eyes to look at the man suspended in the air. "Very arrogant. You really think I have no way to deal with you?"

His right hand reached into his soul tool and pulled out an object.

It looked like a gun, with a long barrel and sleek lines.

He raised his hand, aiming the muzzle at Guang Long in mid-air.

He pulled the trigger and fired.

The compressed air ignited with a loud bang.

In an instant, Guang Long let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His defense shattered instantly; iron-gray scales fell from mid-air, clattering against the ground.

Guang Long crashed down into the broken tiles and broth, splashing a cloud of murky liquid.

Xiao Mu lowered his hand, his voice icy. "Did you forget about soul tools?"

"Impossible, these firearm-type soul tools are all regulated by the Federation!" Guang Long's voice trembled; he was terrified, scared to death.

"This? I made it myself! The Federation allows me to possess it privately. Besides, this isn't a weapon; it's reason. I'm just reasoning with you." Xiao Mu raised the gun and stepped forward. "But if you think this is bullying, we can use something else."

His storage soul tool flashed, and nine cold-looking melee weapons fell to the ground one after another.

Ten thousand years ago, every one of these would have been at least a seventh-grade high-level soul tool, their metal blades gleaming coldly amidst the lingering scent of meat.

The two lackeys beside him instinctively stepped back, their previous arrogance completely extinguished.

How does this guy have so many weapons?

How could he have so many?

Is he a pay-to-win player?

Guang Long looked at the row of murderous soul blades, his face turning pale. His previous reliance and confidence vanished in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, Xiao Mu's soul power flickered at his fingertips.

The nine cold blades on the ground suddenly took flight, hovering neatly in front of him, their edges gleaming with a chilling, murderous intent.

Following closely was a domineering and powerful gravitational force that erupted from Xiao Mu's palm, locking onto Guang Long's body.

Guang Long's scales tightened, his limbs struggling desperately as his body instinctively recoiled, trying to escape the invisible force field.

But within this field, Xiao Mu held absolute dominance over those of his rank; the suction was so strong that it allowed for no resistance, and all his struggles were in vain.

He was dragged uncontrollably, heading straight toward the forest of blade tips.

Fear gripped him completely. Guang Long's voice trembled, devoid of his earlier arrogance. "Stop! You can't kill me, my brother is the captain of the East Sea City mecha brigade."

"He is a six-ring soul emperor! That's right, he's a six-ring soul emperor, you can't afford to offend me!"

Xiao Mu stood quietly in place, his expression calm and unruffled. "A six-ring soul emperor? You really think I'm afraid of you! Today, no one can protect you!"

In an instant, the nine hovering soul blades adjusted their trajectories, avoiding his heart, throat, and other fatal vitals.

Several cold beams pierced simultaneously into Guang Long's limbs, shoulders, arms, and waist.

The sharp blades tore through the iron-gray scales, embedding deep into his flesh. Blood seeped slowly along the cuts, staining the cold metal blades red.

There wasn't a single fatal wound among them, yet a dense, bone-chilling pain swept through his entire body.

It was the torture of flesh being sliced and tendons being compressed—not lethal, but enough to make one wish for death.

Guang Long's body convulsed violently, cold sweat instantly soaking his skin, and his once-hard, taut scales trembled slightly from the excruciating pain.

He gritted his teeth hard, yet he still couldn't help but let out a stifled groan of pain, no longer able to muster even a shred of his former arrogance.

"I was wrong, please let me go! I'll never come to this shop again!"

He had completely broken down, his voice hoarse and weak. Every ounce of strength had been drained from his body by the excruciating pain, leaving him unable to muster even a sliver of soul power.

"The sages say, 'reason with others.' I am simply reasoning with you right now." A smile curled the corners of Xiao Mu's mouth, making him look far more dangerous than any evil soul master.

Despite being under the scorching heat of the flames, everyone present could feel a bone-chilling cold.

"What kind of reasoning is this?" Guang Long's voice was raspy, his eyes filled with nothing but panic.

How could I have run into such a lunatic? He actually seems like he dares to kill me.

"I'm talking about physics. Of course, if you want to talk chemistry, that's fine too, but you'll have to be able to take it." As he spoke, he pulled out a specially crafted glass bottle.

It was filled to the brim with concentrated sulfuric acid.

He popped the lid and splashed it instantly onto Guang Long, immediately followed by the sound of sizzling flesh.

Guang Long let out a piercing shriek, "Ahhh—no, let's stick to physics!"

"Too late, I was planning on covering some biology next."

Xiao Mu immediately turned to Na'er behind him and said, "Come here, big brother will teach you some self-defense techniques."

Na'er skipped forward, her eyes full of curiosity. "Big brother, what are you going to teach me?"

Pointing to a specific spot, Xiao Mu said, "This position is highly effective on both men and women. If you land a successful hit, even adrenaline might not be enough to save them."

Hearing this, every male present—except for Xiao Mu—felt a chill run down their crotch. Could you please talk about something appropriate for a little girl?

He then pointed to the back of Guang Long's neck and continued, "This is the medulla oblongata; a heavy strike here can cause cardiac arrest."

His fingertip then slid down to the spine. "A strike to the third lumbar vertebra can cause paralysis of the lower limbs."

"Go on, give it a try!"

Na'er nodded. She didn't care whether Guang Long agreed or not; since he didn't refuse, she assumed it was consent.

She pulled out the Silver Dragon Spear and thrust it directly into the spot Xiao Mu had indicated...

Guang Long instantly felt his lower limbs go limp.

Then, Xiao Mu continued to explain to Na'er how to fight in a way that would cause minor injuries versus how to inflict severe ones.

Guang Long cooperated throughout the entire process; aside from the occasional protest, his body remained very honest.

As for those two lackeys, they had long since fled. Who cared about their boss anymore?

With a Satan standing right in front of them, they wouldn't dare stay even if they had the guts of a bear.

However, they were still loyal in one regard: they ran straight toward the East Sea Mecha Brigade, the only place that could provide them with a sense of security.