"What?!"
The man in the black robe stared wide-eyed at his wrist, which was being held.
Although he didn't use his Martial Soul in that claw strike, he still used seventy percent of his strength. With his Soul Saint level cultivation, let alone a seemingly thin and weak little girl, even Power Attack System Soul Master of the same level wouldn't dare to reach out and take it so easily.
But this gray-haired girl in front of him grabbed his wrist so easily.
What he found even harder to accept was that he couldn't break free!
"Let go of me!"
The man in black robes roared and strained his arm, trying to pull his right hand back. But no matter how much he struggled, Xing's five fingers remained firmly gripping his wrist, not even moving an inch.
He refused to believe it and struggled several more times, but the result was the same.
How is that possible?
It is well known that the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect are renowned for their strength, and their inherited Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, is the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world. As the Grandmaster of the previous generation of the Clear Sky Sect disciples, he received the most rigorous training from the sect since childhood, and his strength far surpasses that of other Soul Master of the same level.
Although he is only at the Soul Saint level now, among his peers in the sect, almost no one below the Soul Douluo level dares to confront him head-on.
But today, I couldn't even break free from a little girl's hand!
The man in the black robe blushed and suddenly stomped his foot on the ground.
"Boom!"
With a muffled thud, the hard stone pavement was instantly covered with cracks, some of which even extended to the base of the adjacent city wall.
His muscles tensed suddenly, his wide black cloak bulged, and the veins on his arms bulged as his Soul Power frantically converged into his right arm.
"Aaaaaah! Open it!"
The man in the black robe gritted his teeth, straining with all his might to pull his hand away.
hateful!
He was a core disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, a dignified Soul Saint, how could he possibly lose in strength to a lackey of the Spirit Hall's Holy Son?
Absolutely impossible!
He roared again, crushing the already cracked stone slab beneath his feet into dust, sending tiny fragments flying in all directions.
Those around quickly stepped back, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
However, Xing remained standing in the same spot.
She didn't even move her feet, her left hand firmly gripping the black-robed man's wrist, letting him exert force as he pleased.
After a while, Xing became somewhat impatient.
She planted the baseball bat in the ground, then covered her mouth with her right hand and yawned.
"Ha--"
The man in the black robe stared so hard his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
I've given it my all, and this woman in front of me still has the nerve to yawn?
This is blatant humiliation!
"You!"
Xing ignored him and, taking advantage of their close proximity, carefully examined the face in front of her.
The other person had been wearing a hood, making it difficult to see clearly. Now, with the two of them less than half a meter apart, Xing finally got a good look at the guy's face.
His face was covered in stubble, his hair was messy, and his face was shiny with oil, as if he hadn't washed it properly in days. Coupled with his desperate struggle and contorted facial features, he looked rather sleazy.
Xing frowned in disdain.
"Huh..."
Is this guy really from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
She had previously met Lin Yuan with Yu Yuanzhen and had also met several high-ranking members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Although those people were all arrogant and looked down on everyone else, they were very particular about their image, as if they wanted to wear the identity of the Upper Three Sects on their faces.
Why is this guy so slovenly, like he hasn't washed his face in ten days?
However, Xing quickly put the matter out of her mind.
Who cares if he washed his face or not, as long as it's valuable!
This guy is at least Soul Saint, and should be considered a prominent figure in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Once I capture him and bring him back, I can discuss it with Lin Yuan. Maybe I can get some good stuff from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Thinking of this, Xing's gaze towards the man in black robes immediately softened considerably.
The man in black robes was struggling desperately when he suddenly noticed that the girl in front of him was laughing, leaving him completely bewildered.
What is this woman laughing at?
Just as he was about to exert his strength again, Xing suddenly spoke.
"Hey, are you done struggling?"
"What?"
The man in the black robe paused for a moment.
Xing moved his right hand, and a smirk appeared on his face.
"Finished struggling? Then it's my turn."
As soon as she finished speaking, she clenched her right fist and swung it directly at the black-robed man's face.
"Bang!"
A solid punch, right in the face!
The man in the black robe didn't even have time to react; he only felt everything go black before his face was distorted by the blow.
His previously frantically circulating Soul Power vanished instantly, his eyes rolled back, and his body went limp as he fell backward.
Xing casually released his wrist.
"Thump!"
A powerful Soul Saint, the Grandmaster of the previous generation of the Clear Sky Sect, fell straight to the ground.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The surroundings immediately fell silent.
The pedestrians who had just been dodging the pressure of Soul Power stared wide-eyed at the unconscious man in black robes on the ground, their eyes wide with disbelief.
That's Soul Saint!
He was so imposing just a moment ago, stomping on the ground until it cracked, but he was knocked unconscious by this little girl with a single punch?
The shift leader wasn't too surprised.
After all, even the Golden Dragon King was chased and beaten by this guy with a baseball bat, so what is a Soul Saint?
Xing ignored the reactions of those around her.
She glanced down at her right hand and noticed that there was some oil on her fist.
"Huh! Haven't you washed your face in days?"
Xing squatted down with a look of disgust, grabbed the black-robed man's clothes, and carefully wiped her fist several times.
Only after confirming that it was clean did she stand up with satisfaction and put the bat back on her shoulder.
"Okay, next one!"
Only then did the few men in black robes behind them finally react.
They stared blankly at their Grandmaster lying on the ground, then looked up at Xing, who was wiping his hands, their minds completely blank.
"W-What's going on?"
" Grandmaster... Grandmaster lost?"
"How is that possible! Grandmaster is Soul Saint!"
One of them couldn't help but rub his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.
That's the Grandmaster on whom the sect has placed high hopes!
Among the younger and older generations of disciples in the Clear Sky Sect, the Grandmaster's strength is second to none. Even when facing an elder at the Soul Douluo level, he can withstand several rounds with his formidable power.
How could he not even last a second against this woman?
The smiles on the faces of the black-robed men who were just plotting how to deal with Xing had completely vanished.
The two people who had previously made lewd remarks about the star were especially pale-faced.
Xing raised her head and waved to the group.
"Hey, it's your turn. Why aren't you making a move yet?"
The men in black robes exchanged glances, but none of them stepped forward.
joke!
Even the Grandmaster was knocked unconscious with a single punch. Those of them, whose strength is even inferior to the Grandmaster, are just asking for a beating if they go up against him.
One of them quietly took a step back and whispered, "Senior brother, how about... we retreat first?"
The people next to him nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes, yes! We should go back and report to the elders first; this woman is too strange!"
Seeing that they hadn't made a move, Xing sighed impatiently.
"Not going to make a move?"
She took the baseball bat off her shoulder and tapped it lightly twice in her palm.
"Then it's my turn!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xing rushed out.
The men in black robes only saw a flash of gray before Xing appeared in front of them.
"Bang!"
Before the first man in black could even raise his hand, he was struck on the head with a baseball bat and fell straight down without uttering a sound.
The junior brother next to him was so frightened that he quickly retreated. Just as he was about to release his Martial Soul, Xing turned around and swung his second club.
"Bang!"
Another man in black robes fell to the ground.
"Quickly! Get started!"
The remaining few finally panicked and hurriedly mobilized their Soul Power, trying to join forces to resist.
They couldn't even see Xing's movements clearly before the baseball bat was already hitting them.
Bang bang bang!
A series of muffled thuds followed.
Several men in black robes who had been so aggressive just moments before were now lying on the ground.
Xing stood between them, holding a baseball bat, without showing the slightest sign of strain on his face.
"Seriously? Is that all you've got? And you dare to block the city gate and bully people?"
However, just as she was about to deal with the last two, one of the men in black robes suddenly shouted and rushed forward.
"Junior brother! Run!"
He channeled all his Soul Power into his arms, using all his strength to block Xing.
"Run! Go back and report!"
Upon hearing this, the other man in black robes dared not hesitate any longer and turned to rush towards the crowd behind him.
Xing glanced at the fleeing man and was about to give chase when the black-robed man blocking her way lunged at her again.
"Your opponent is me!"
He crossed his arms to protect his chest, desperately channeling his Soul Power in an attempt to withstand Xing's attack.
Xing raised an eyebrow.
"What are you babbling about?"
She swung the baseball bat and smashed it down on her opponent.
"Bang!"
The man in black robes felt an irresistible force surge through his arms, and his painstakingly condensed Soul Power defense collapsed instantly.
The next moment, the baseball bat slammed squarely into his head.
The man in the black robe rolled his eyes back and fainted on the spot, collapsing to the ground with a thud.
When Xing raised his head again, the last man in black robes had already disappeared into the crowd outside the city gate.
Xing held up his baseball bat and looked around.
"Huh? Where did everyone go?"
She tiptoed and glanced into the crowd a few more times, but couldn't even see the other person's black cloak.
"Tch, they're pretty fast."
Xing put away his baseball bat with some regret and looked at the several black-robed figures lying haphazardly on the ground.
It's a pity we caught one less.
However, the thought that she had already captured a Soul Saint and several other Soul Master of considerable strength cheered her up.
A Soul Saint must be worth a lot of money, right?
Adding the remaining few, if we talk to Lin Yuan, we might be able to get a large sum of Credits in return.
Xing became happier and happier as he thought about it, and even the way he looked at the unconscious men in black robes became exceptionally kind.
Then, she turned around and waved to the shift leader who was still standing there in a daze.
Hey! You there!
The shift leader rushed over and asked respectfully, "Miss Xing, what can I do for you?"
Xing pointed to the people lying on the ground and said in a serious tone:
"Get me a trolley, a big one, and carry all these guys up there."
The shift leader was taken aback. "Huh? A pushcart?"
"Yes!"
Xing rubbed his hands together, looked at the black-robed figures on the ground, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"These guys are worth a lot of money!"