Kill Tang Hao, Slap Tang San (Part 2)

"Oh? Their soul power levels were actually the same. Then the outcome was hard to say."

Flender spoke gravely. This was also his first time witnessing a battle between two level ninety-five Titled Douluo. Such an opportunity was rare indeed.

"Please enlighten me."

Tang Hao's expression grew somewhat solemn as well. Then, he released his Martial Soul and Soul Rings.

"I wouldn't dare."

Bald Strong scratched his head and chuckled. Then he released his chainsaw Martial Soul, and nine Soul Rings slowly rose around him.

"Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings! And two of them!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. Two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings—before the battle had even begun, Bald Strong had already won in terms of sheer presence.

"Damn, that's so cool!"

Qin Feng clicked his tongue inwardly. When would he have something like that? System, why weren't you the kind that rewarded ninety-nine levels of cultivation right from the start?

"Ding. If the host does not want it, this system will take back the reward."

"No! I was joking."

Before the system could finish, Qin Feng immediately stopped it. Damn it, why did I have such a loose mouth? And system, I was just making a joke. Why did you take it seriously?

"Seventh Soul Skill, Clear Sky Avatar!"

Tang Hao's face darkened. He had not expected to run into someone so formidable, but he was not so easy to bully either.

"Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Buzzz..."

Bald Strong's chainsaw instantly grew larger, and killing intent appeared in his eyes. The chainsaw began to spin.

"Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, Nine-Nine Returns to One."

Tang Hao did not use a Soul Skill. Instead, he first used his self-created technique to test Bald Strong.

"Trifling tricks."

Watching the Clear Sky Hammer swing relentlessly before him, Bald Strong smiled disdainfully. The fact that he had even taken out his chainsaw was already giving Tang Hao face, yet Tang Hao still was not using his full strength.

Seeing Tang Hao close at hand, Bald Strong charged forward with the rapidly spinning chainsaw in his grasp.

"Boom!"

After a tremendous crash, the two swiftly separated. Both were merely dusted with a little dirt; their strength was evenly matched.

"Our strength is about equal. How about we settle this with one move?"

Bald Strong spoke first. It was not that he could not defeat Tang Hao, but continuing to fight would only drain their soul power. It was better to decide the victor in one strike.

"Fine."

Tang Hao nodded. He understood the reasoning as well. Someone might even swoop in and reap the benefits in the end, and he did not want to die for no reason.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Bloodthirsty Demon Saw."

(Bloodthirsty Demon Saw: The chainsaw absorbed the user's vital energy and blood, allowing it to unleash a strike beyond the user's soul power.)

Bald Strong shouted, and his eyes turned blood-red. The chainsaw also radiated a terrifying crimson light.

"Great Sumeru Hammer, Nine Rings Detonate Together."

Tang Hao used the Clear Sky Sect's self-created technique as well. The Soul Rings around him exploded at that instant, and all their soul power fused into this single hammer strike.

"Ha!"

Tang Hao's face was pale, but he forced himself to remain alert and swung with all his might, smashing the Clear Sky Hammer toward Bald Strong.

"Die!"

"Buzzz..."

Bald Strong roared and charged forward with the chainsaw. It let out a piercing shriek, as though it fully agreed with Bald Strong's words.

"Boom..."

A thunderous explosion rang out, and dust flew everywhere.

"Cough, cough."

Qin Feng coughed, then fixed his gaze on the center, silently waiting to see who the final victor would be.

"Who won?"

Zhao Wuji spoke quietly. The battle had made his blood boil, and he had almost wanted to jump in for a fight himself. But after thinking it over, he decided against it; he had not lived enough yet.

"Hard to say."

Flender shook his head. A battle at that level was not something they could participate in. Being allowed to watch from here was already an honor.

"Bang!"

At that moment, a faint sound rang out. Qin Feng smiled when he heard it. Others might not know, but he did—wasn't that the sound of a gunshot?

"I have fulfilled my mission."

Bald Strong emerged from the dust, holding a sniper rifle with smoke still rising from its muzzle.

"Good work."

Qin Feng patted Bald Strong on the shoulder, then fell silent.

"Holy shit, that was awesome!"

Qin Feng exclaimed in amazement. A massive crater had appeared in the ground, and beside it lay a corpse.

"Tang Hao is dead!"

Flender and Zhao Wuji walked over as well. They stared at Tang Hao's corpse in shock. A king of his generation had fallen just like that.

"I nearly forgot that Bald Strong has two Martial Souls."

Qin Feng thought to himself. There was a bloody hole between Tang Hao's brows. It had presumably been caused by Bald Strong's second Martial Soul.

"Flender pays respects to my lord."

"Zhao Wuji pays respects to my lord."

After their amazement subsided, Flender and Zhao Wuji spoke respectfully. Tang Hao had already been powerful beyond belief, yet he had still been killed.

"Mm. Rise."

Qin Feng nodded calmly. The two could not die yet. If they died, who would teach Tang San? Tang San could not die yet either. After all, he was the protagonist, and Qin Feng still wanted to witness Tang San's rise.

"My lords, if there is nothing else, we will take our leave."

Flender turned to leave as he spoke. This lord did not wish to reveal himself, so they could not flatter him carelessly. They might end up flattering the wrong way and offending him instead. Better to hurry home, wash up, and sleep.

Qin Feng said nothing, quietly waiting for Flender and Zhao Wuji to leave. Once they had gone, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Next is your turn, Tang San."

"This should be the house."

Qin Feng nodded at the dilapidated wooden house before him. Do not ask how he knew—he had opened every house to take a look.

He had accidentally entered the wrong one earlier and seen something unsuitable for children. Those long legs—no, that table.

"Come on. Once we get inside, cover his mouth."

Qin Feng whispered to Bald Strong. They could not let anyone discover them. After thinking about it for so long, he could finally beat Tang San with his own hands.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Divine Concealment."

"Creak..."

"Damn it!"

Hearing the wooden door creak, Qin Feng cursed inwardly. What kind of quality was this? Under the dim light, he looked up at Tang San. Fortunately, Tang San was a deep sleeper and merely turned over.

"Go."

Before long, Qin Feng and Bald Strong reached Tang San's bedside. Qin Feng then took out a sack from his pocket and handed it to Bald Strong.

"Three, two, one, go."

At the command, Bald Strong hurriedly pulled the sack over Tang San's head.

"Who? Mmph..."

Before Tang San could shout, Bald Strong swiftly covered his mouth, preventing him from making a sound.

"Hehehe, caught you this time."

Qin Feng gave a wicked laugh, rolled up his sleeves, and rubbed his palms together. Today, he had to teach Tang San a proper lesson and let him know just how treacherous people could be.

"Slap! Slap, slap!"