Lu Chen's Way of Fighting

Lu Chen swept his gaze around.

More than a dozen people surrounded him, nearly all of them three-ring Soul Elders.

There were also four four-ring Soul Elders among them.

However, most of their Soul Rings were white and yellow, with very few purple ones.

This was the typical configuration for most commoner Soul Masters.

The four Soul Elders all had their faces covered and stood to the front, back, left, and right, completely surrounding Lu Chen.

Lu Chen withdrew his gaze, unsure whether even stronger opponents were lurking in the darkness farther away.

"But that only makes this more exciting!"

A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

With Du Bushi backing him, he no longer needed to hide his abilities.

"This kid faced three Soul Elders attacking together and still instantly killed one of them!"

Looking at the corpse on the ground, quite a few Soul Elders' expressions changed slightly.

That battle had lasted only two or three breaths. Even opponents of the same rank as him could not have killed so swiftly!

"So this kid had indeed been hiding his strength before."

Du Bushi's eyes flickered as he secretly marveled.

"A Soul Scholar killing a Soul Elder across ranks! Is this guy a monster?"

Chen Lü swallowed hard.

Especially Lu Chen's life-risking fighting style—it was truly terrifying.

"He really is a monster!"

Vina stared at Lu Chen's already recovered hand, her heart filled with shock.

"Kid, we only want your money. Hand over your Soul Tool Ring, and we'll spare your life.

"Don't even think of charging your way out. You may have some strength, but facing four Soul Elders and fourteen Soul Elders at once, you won't escape even if you grow wings."

At the front of the crowd, a middle-aged man holding a burning spear spoke.

He was Zhou Ji, the strongest of the four Soul Elders.

A level 44 Battle Soul Elder!

One white, two yellow, and one purple Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed in turn.

His tone carried an unquestionable pressure.

Lu Chen grinned, utterly fearless.

He removed the Soul Tool Ring from his finger. "You want this?"

At the sight of the blue glimmer flashing on the ring, everyone's eyes filled with greed.

"That's right! And the short blade in your hand. Hand them both over, and I'll let you leave."

Zhou Ji swallowed and added, "I keep my word!

"We only want money. You're a genius of the Body Sect—we aren't stupid enough to fight to the death with you."

"As long as you hand over the ring, you can leave," another Soul Elder echoed.

"Little Junior Brother isn't really going to hand over the ring, is he?" Jiang Yixi frowned.

Though the test had not explicitly stated that they had to arrive at the camp with the ring, everyone understood that this group of desperadoes was blocking them for that very ring.

Vina secretly glanced at Du Bushi, wondering whether the test would still count if Lu Chen truly handed over the ring.

Du Bushi was also staring intently at Lu Chen.

Just as he had said before, he despised cowards.

No matter how gifted someone was, without the courage to press forward relentlessly, they could never become truly strong.

Though the outcome would not change, he would still be somewhat disappointed.

Lu Chen put the short blade back into his Soul Tool Ring. Zhou Ji's face lit up, and he hurriedly urged him on.

"Yes! Throw it over, and you can leave!"

The others also stared eagerly at the ring, desperately suppressing the restlessness in their hearts.

As for giving it to Zhou Ji?

That was merely a temporary measure. The moment the ring was thrown, they would definitely swarm over to seize it!

"You all want this?"

Lu Chen rolled his neck and grinned arrogantly.

Then, beneath everyone's shocked gazes, he raised his head.

The Soul Tool Ring, gleaming with a dark light, fell straight into his mouth.

"Gulp!"

The sound of swallowing was exceptionally clear on the silent street.

Lu Chen tilted his head and flashed a mocking grin. "Then come take it yourselves!"

The entire scene fell deathly silent, then erupted in an instant the next second!

"Damn it, he's too arrogant!"

"This bastard swallowed the Soul Tool Ring! Does he want to fight to the death?!"

"Does he really think we won't dare kill him just because the Body Sect is backing him?"

"Good kid, you've got guts!"

At the sight, Du Bushi beamed with delight, his eyes full of approval.

"That's insane!"

Chen Lü stared at the chaotic scene below, where Martial Souls had been unleashed everywhere, and could not help swallowing. "Lu Chen has completely enraged them now."

"Little Chen..."

Tang Ya's face turned pale. Her hands clenched tightly as she prayed silently in her heart.

Below, Zhou Ji's eyes instantly became incomparably vicious as he roared.

"You're courting death!"

With that, he charged toward Lu Chen with his spear, the first Soul Ring beneath his feet abruptly lighting up.

"First Soul Skill: Flame Dragon Spear!"

In an instant, a tongue of flame burst from the spear.

The flames surged and rolled, instantly transforming into a vicious fire dragon that stabbed straight at Lu Chen.

A distance of over twenty meters took a Soul Elder merely two breaths to cross.

The scorching flames even let Lu Chen smell the leather on his body burning.

"Since you dared swallow the ring, I'll cut you open and dig it out myself!"

Zhou Ji smiled cruelly, and his spear pierced straight through Lu Chen's stomach without obstruction.

"Little Chen!"

Tang Ya cried out in shock, her eyes blank and her face filled with disbelief.

Chen Lü, Jiang Yixi, and Vina were also frozen in place, their hearts tightening.

"What's going on? Why didn't he dodge?"

Du Bushi forcefully suppressed the Soul Power already raging within him, his eyes fixed tightly on Lu Chen.

Yet there was not the slightest pain on the boy's face. Instead, a trace of excitement appeared.

"Is that so?"

Lu Chen grinned, utterly unconcerned by the wound piercing his abdomen.

With his heavy breathing, his heart suddenly began pounding with thunderous thump-thump sounds.

His originally golden body was instantly covered in an eerie blood-red hue.

His right arm swelled slightly as terrifying energy frantically gathered in his fist.

Zhou Ji's heart suddenly clenched, and a powerful sense of unease surged within him.

His instincts drove him to pull back his spear.

But it was too late!

The instant the spear tip burst from Lu Chen's back,

Lu Chen advanced instead of retreating, suddenly closing in on Zhou Ji.

"Heartburst, Unleashed Fist!"

The violent fist wind instantly tore through the air and smashed brutally into Zhou Ji's chest!

Crack!

The crisp sound of breaking bones was clearly audible.

Zhou Ji felt his chest cave in instantly as his body arched uncontrollably.

His eyes rolled back, and his thoughts abruptly cut off.

He sprayed out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a bullet that had snapped its string.

He slammed heavily into the wall by the street, his life and death unknown.

"This!"

The entire scene fell silent once more.

The Soul Masters who had been following behind Zhou Ji all stopped in unison, their faces filled with horror.

"Another... another instant kill with one move!"

As everyone looked at Lu Chen, a chill rose in their hearts.

Even the other three Soul Elders had uncertain expressions now, revealing hesitation.

That counterkill had happened far too quickly.

Zhou Ji was a genuine four-ring Soul Elder!

What terrified them most was that this guy fought as if he did not care whether he lived or died.

Lu Chen casually pulled the spear out of his abdomen bit by bit, the smile still hanging on his face.

It was as if the pierced body was not his own. He did not even furrow his brow.

Clang!

He casually tossed the spear aside, then crooked a finger at one of the Soul Elders.

"Continue!"

Rather than being chased all the way to the camp, he would rather slaughter this group first and then walk there.

Everyone's expressions changed. They were all intimidated by Lu Chen's imposing presence.

The scar-faced man swallowed and muttered, "Madman!"

That Soul Elder frowned deeply and shouted.

"This kid is already badly injured! Everyone attack together—we can wear him to death!"

Yet before he could finish speaking, a Soul Elder let out a shrill cry.

"The wound... it's healing!"

Everyone immediately turned to look.

The two-finger-wide hole in Lu Chen's abdomen was visibly shrinking, recovering completely in the blink of an eye.

Not even a scar remained!

That Soul Elder's pupils contracted as he cried out, "What kind of recovery speed is that?!"

"Is this person a monster? A piercing wound healed in just a few breaths?"

"How are we supposed to fight this? He can't be killed at all!"

Everyone was completely stunned, their faces filled with despair and fear.

In the air, Vina and the others were also frozen in place.

Even Du Bushi, with all his experience and knowledge, widened his eyes in utter disbelief.

His previous recovery from external wounds could barely be explained by saying his physique was exceptionally strong.

But this was a piercing wound!

Even if a Soul Saint activated their Martial Soul Avatar, they could never recover this quickly!