novel bin Chapter 3: Overwhelm
Chapter 3: Overwhelm
Chapter 3: Overwhelm (Part 1)
"Not a single bit can be added!"
Dust and wind refused without hesitation.
I obtained my first two spirit rings in the same way, and not taking a commission was already the biggest concession I could make.
Why would you have to spend both your money and your effort?
Don't even think about it!
"This..." A hint of displeasure flashed across the burly man's face, and he was about to refuse.
Just then, a sense of crisis quietly rose in my heart, a deadly feeling, as if I were being stared at by a highly venomous cobra.
The burly man jumped up almost instantly, instinctively taking a large step back, while letting out a low shout, and his spirit rings were activated instantly!
White, yellow, and purple.
Without considering the optimal soul ring ratio, this is the choice of the vast majority of ordinary soul masters.
But then a black light flashed in the burly man's palm, and a spiked club with a ghostly glow appeared. His imposing aura instantly surged, making him feel much safer.
"Brother Bi, you..."
The surrounding Soul Masters, who were already weaker than the strong man, were suddenly shaken by the pressure of his released Soul Rings, and they couldn't help but stumble.
Within a three-meter radius, everyone was unable to withstand the pressure and retreated.
The dazzling spirit rings also drew the attention of passersby; a Spirit Master, such a level is rare even in the Soul Hunter Village.
"who!"
The burly man's hair stood on end, his round eyes glared angrily as he surveyed his surroundings.
This feeling is terrifying; it feels like I could be severely injured or even killed at any moment! It's as if I'm in the Starry Sky Forest.
Of the people present, only Chen Feng was unaffected. He stood in his original spot, took a step forward, and placed his hand on the burly man's shoulder.
"Uncle, calm down, it's me," Chen Feng said.
He had only used a little trick to slightly influence the burly man with his mental power, but the man's reaction was so intense that he couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Dust... Dust Wind?" The burly man's eyes widened like eggs, his face filled with disbelief.
How could a Soul Master who hasn't even obtained his third Soul Ring bring him such a great sense of crisis?
and many more!
I just activated my spirit ring and unleashed my pressure, but this guy doesn't seem to be affected at all!
The burly man felt his worldview crumble. When did a second-ring Great Soul Master become stronger than a third-ring Soul Venerable?
The burly man was on the verge of tears. Yes, a Great Soul Master was stronger than a Soul Venerable. Although the two had not actually fought, it had to be admitted that a winner had already been decided.
"Uncle Bi, do I need to pay more now?" Chen Feng asked.
The burly man withdrew his martial spirit, his face contorted with a mournful expression, and said, "More money? It's me paying more! Is that alright?"
As someone who frequently organizes teams for soul hunting, the burly man reacted incredibly quickly. Instantly, he thought of securing Chen Feng firmly to his chariot, which would greatly increase the success rate of this soul hunt.
"Brother, I'll give you five hundred gold soul coins this time! I'll talk to you about hunting for soul rings. If that person doesn't intend to help, then we brothers will find a suitable soul ring for you. But in that case, you won't get your five hundred gold soul coins, okay?"
The burly man's decision was already a significant concession.
Chen Feng smiled and shook his head: "Uncle, my goal is only the third spirit ring; spirit coins are optional."
The burly man nodded thoughtfully. That made sense; why would someone like him care about such a small amount of soul coins? Having the right soul rings was the most important thing.
I was being petty. Oh well, what can I do? I risk my life every day just for a few coins. I subconsciously assumed they were doing the same thing as me...
"Let's not talk about that anymore! Since you've accepted this mission, brother, I won't look for anyone else. With the combined strength of the few of us and that Soul Master, hunting a three- or four-thousand-year-old soul beast shouldn't be difficult."
The burly man grinned and waved his hand. "Let's go! We'll contact that sir right now; he lives in this town!"
Chen Feng nodded and followed him toward the town.
The burly man's surname was Bi, his given name was Yuntao, and he was in his early forties. He was a powerful offensive Soul Master with a Soul Power level of 33.
Accompanying him was another person, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man whose martial spirit was rather awkward—a dog…
However, precisely because of the special nature of the martial soul, although the dog's combat power is a bit weak, its sense of smell and taste are very keen, so its ability to find soul beasts is unparalleled in the Soul Hunting Village.
Besides, Bi Yuntao had two companions who stayed in the town with the employer.
On the way, Bi Yuntao looked at Chen Feng several times, each time seeming to want to say something but then stopping himself.
Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chen, why are you, a mere Great Soul Master, stronger than me?"
"It's probably because of the quality of the martial spirit!" Chen Feng didn't reveal too much to him.
In fact, the quality of a martial soul, the age of a soul ring, as well as the cultivation of mental power and soul skills are all important factors affecting strength.
For example, although Chen Feng currently only has two spirit rings, after passing one of the tests of the God of Asura, the accumulated years of his spirit rings have probably exceeded two thousand years!
It is true that Bi Yuntao has an extra spirit ring, but his first spirit ring is only a white spirit ring that lasts for a few decades, his second spirit ring is only about three or four hundred years old, and his third spirit ring is barely a thousand years old. If all these are added together, his lifespan would be about fifteen hundred years.
The quality of a spirit ring directly determines the strength of a martial spirit. Moreover, Chen Feng possesses the top-tier weapon spirit, the Seven Kill Sword. What can Bi Yuntao compare to him?
If the two were to fight, Chen Feng would probably not even need to use his soul skills to defeat Bi Yuntao, even if he were a level above him.
This is Chen Feng's confidence, the foundation of a peerless Douluo, a treasure even more precious than a top-tier martial soul.
"The quality of the martial spirit?"
Beside him, Bi Yuntao scratched his head, only knowing in his memory that Chen Feng's martial soul was a sword, which was of much higher quality than his own.
As for whether it was the Seven Kill Sword, Bi Yuntao had never seen it before and had never even considered that possibility. It was the top-tier weapon spirit with the strongest attack power in the world, and its legendary owner was the guardian deity of the second-ranked sect in the world. How could it possibly appear in a remote village?
Bi Yuntao shook his head, not thinking about it any further.
The Soul Masters had plenty of energy, so they didn't need to travel by car or horse. Soon, they arrived at the town of Klin.
In a hotel in the center of town, Chen Feng met his employer.
When the employer saw that Bi Yuntao's companion was a teenager who looked only a little over ten years old, he frowned deeply.
"Bi Yuntao, I must remind you, the task I've given you is to help me obtain my fourth spirit ring, which is three to five thousand years old. I'll pay you half the reward upfront, and the other half will be paid after I obtain the spirit ring. If there are any injuries or fatalities between you during this process, I will not provide any additional compensation!"
The employer emphasized that a teenager simply didn't look like a Soul Hunter.
(End of this chapter)