Soul Transformation
Inside the Soul Battlefield.
At a deserted, modern intersection, the two men stand facing each other.
The Blood-Devouring Demon Lord appeared as a rugged middle-aged man, scanning his unfamiliar surroundings with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
"Where is this? An illusion? Kid, what have you done?" he asked in a low voice, his gaze fixed on Wang Xingyu.
"This is my territory," Wang Xingyu said calmly. "Sorry, but I'm going to kill you."
He raised his hand, and a pistol appeared out of thin air in his palm.
Bang!
The bullet shot straight out.
Sensing the threat instinctively, the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord lunged to the side, a bullet grazing his arm.
Soul strength is directly reflected in reaction speed and power in the Soul Battlefield. Such agility suggests that the opponent's soul strength is also quite high.
But it didn't work.
Unless you're strong enough to handle bullets like in the movies, you can't defeat firearms.
"Damn it, who are you people?"
A flicker of fear crossed the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord's eyes.
Two people appeared out of nowhere, and then they were inexplicably brought to this space where they couldn't use their Soul Skill. It was like an illusion, but they couldn't find any flaws or way to escape.
"I'm just a random kid passing by, it's nothing, I'll be dead in a bit, so I won't go into detail about my skills."
Wang Xingyu laughed and thought to himself that he looked a bit like a villain.
Bang bang bang!
After firing three shots, the pistol in his hand suddenly transformed into a repeating automatic rifle.
The Blood-Devouring Demon Lord continued to dodge to the side, but this time he couldn't completely evade. A bullet struck his arm, crippling his left hand.
Resentment welled up in the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord's eyes. He lay on all fours, his posture like a tiger or lion hunting its prey in the wild.
A question arose in Wang Xingyu's mind: Was this some kind of animal imitation to avoid a fight? Whatever, adjust your position, aim, and get back to reality quickly.
The next moment he knew that this was indeed something that needed to be addressed.
The Blood-Devouring Demon Lord sprouted wings from his back, his body swelled into that of a lion, and a scorpion tail emerged from his tail.
This appearance is precisely his Martial Soul, the Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast.
"Huh? Oh my god!"
Wang Xingyu exclaimed in surprise. He had never seen anything like this before. Why could Martial Soul directly transform into a martial soul in the Soul Battlefield?
The thought flashed through his mind, but his hands didn't stop moving; he pulled the trigger, rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Bullets shot out, Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast was incredibly fast and dodged the first few volleys of bullets.
Wang Xingyu readjusted his aim, and the bullet finally hit its target.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
But the Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast charged straight at them despite the gunfire, and upon getting close, it slammed down with a giant lion's paw.
The Soul Battlefield has refreshed.
The two returned to their original positions.
Wang Xingyu frowned. He never expected to die in the Soul Battlefield. The reason was clear: First, his opponent had transformed into Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast.
It's speculated that it's due to the ranking system.
You can obtain the Martial Soul Avatar at level 70, as the Martial Soul is inherently contained within the soul.
Secondly, the Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast is also a carbon-based creature and cannot withstand bullets, but if the distance is too close, it is easy to be killed in return.
So the first step is to create distance and build vehicles.
An electric scooter appeared out of thin air beneath him.
Wang Xingyu was speechless. Having ridden in electric scooters so many times, this was the first vehicle that came to mind.
"Kid, I don't know what's going on, but you're dead meat."
The Blood-Devouring Demon Lord didn't know what had happened, but he could sense that doing so was the right thing to do, so he transformed back into Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast and chased after them.
Wang Xingyu quickly transformed, turning the electric scooter into a motorcycle.
Unfortunately, the electric scooter was delayed by several seconds and was still overtaken.
They were resurrected again.
This time, Wang Xingyu summoned his motorcycle as soon as he arrived, floored the accelerator, and the motorcycle sped up, while also summoning his helmet, reminding him that safety was paramount.
The two immediately distanced themselves.
The Blood-Devouring Demon Lord didn't say much, and transformed into Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast to give chase.
Wang Xingyu is running in the Soul Battlefield, Xiao Wu is running in reality as well.
After the Dark Moon Demon Wolf King used its skill, it was completely out of reach, with only the Dark Moon Demon Wolf chasing after it. However, the tallest Dark Moon Demon Wolf only had 20,000 years of cultivation, and it couldn't catch up with the Rabbit Leap Meteor at all.
The Death Worm burst forth from the ground again, but Xiao Wu easily dodged it once more using Teleportation.
Without the Dark Moon Demon Wolf King's harassment, the Death Worm couldn't keep up with Xiao Wu's speed, and the distance between them grew larger and larger until neither could see the other anymore.
After escaping the wolf pack, Xiao Wu surveyed his surroundings and confirmed that he was safe.
The Silver Moon Wolf Emperor appeared out of nowhere beside them.
"This is your method? I can sense it's related to the soul. Interesting, indeed a very powerful Soul Skill."
"Senior Wolf Emperor, let's go back to the Yue Shen Tower first," Xiao Wu said.
"Alright, let's go back, let's go back. There's nothing much to see outside. By the way, how long until that kid wakes up?"
"I don't know. At most a day or two, maybe less than half an hour."
Soul Battlefield.
Bang bang bang!
A tank was rampaging wildly.
"Damn it, if you've got the guts, take this tank apart!"
Wang Xingyu clearly underestimated the speed of the Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast, and his motorcycle was quickly overtaken. So he summoned a makeshift tank.
Its functions are not complex, but it has thick steel plates and a sturdy cannon barrel.
The Blood-Devouring Demon Lord, transformed into Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast, circled the tank, scratching and biting, but couldn't break through its defenses at all.
Wang Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief.
I almost thought we were going to start researching some kind of space theory.
Fortunately, getting a tank will solve the problem; the rest is just a matter of time.
The Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast is extremely fast and difficult to hit, so we'll use overwhelming firepower.
Boom! Boom!
The explosions continued, and the flames flickered, illuminating the intersection.
The Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast dodged and weaved through the explosions; a single mistake meant certain death.
Time passed slowly, the battlefield reset time and time again, Wang Xingyu gradually lost his sense of time.
They mechanically wait for the opponent to respawn, then kill them, repeating the cycle endlessly.
The Lion-Bodied Scorpion-Tailed Beast's form gradually faded with each death; its fur shrank, its limbs fell back, and it reverted to the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord's original human form.
It's unclear how much time passed, but this time the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord lay motionless on the ground, as if he had completely given up struggling.
After trying a dozen more times, the opponent remained paralyzed in place. Wang Xingyu noticed that the progress of wearing down the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord's soul was very slow, which was strange. So he jumped off the tank.
Unable to gauge the other person's current state, he produced a security guard's riot fork and poked at them from a distance.
The Blood-Devouring Demon Lord spoke, "I give up, kill me."
"I was Innate Soul Power. With that level four Soul Power, I cultivated to Level 40 before I was even twenty-five years old. At that time, I could even participate in the Soul Master Tournament."
I thought I was a genius for cultivating at such a speed. But I never expected that cultivation would become extremely difficult after level forty-one, and I could not even advance half a level in a year. In the end, I was limited by my Innate Soul Power.
Seeing those who were once left far behind me surpass me one by one, I am unwilling to accept it.
After going through countless hardships to find a solution, I finally obtained this technique that allows one to gain strength by consuming blood.
I drink fresh blood, eat raw flesh, and even have the nickname of Blood-Devouring Demon Lord!
I've sacrificed so much to become stronger, but why am I being killed by a mere brat who isn't even Soul Saint? Do you even know what I've given up?!
Blood-Devouring Demon Lord spoke, he gradually began to roar.
"There shouldn't be any such thing as sudden enlightenment in the Douluo Continent," Wang Xingyu thought to himself, but his words were anything but merciless. "It's nothing. It's because you're too greedy. Soul Ancestor could live comfortably in a small place, even better than most people."
"Heh, you self-proclaimed righteous brat, how could you possibly understand? Those mocking voices, those disappointed looks, those things so close yet so easily lost—have you ever experienced any of that? How could someone like you, who prides himself on being righteous, possibly understand that human nature cannot be defeated!"
Wang Xingyu did not refute, but said, "I understand."
"What?"
"I said I understand. That's why I won't claim to be righteous; pure justice is too exhausting. But, those who kill will be killed in return. I guess you were terrified when you first used this evil art, so why are you making so many excuses and using so many rhetoric now? Are you even more afraid? You know this is wrong."
"Hehe, hahaha, yes, I'm scared, I've always been scared. I'm scared that the parents, friends, and teachers I ate will come looking for me! I'm scared of their expectant eyes!"
He slowly rose to his feet, supporting himself on the ground, and a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
All he could see was the dark, gaping barrel of a tank.