Chapter 14: First Kill of a High-level Spirit Venerable

"Hmph, courting death."

Hu Er Han stomped his right foot violently on the ground, and three yellow soul rings emerged beneath his feet.

"First Soul Skill, Demon Bear Stomp!"

His sole slammed into the ground, causing the earth to tremble and sending shards of rock flying.

The edges of the shards were sharp, and their speed was extremely fast; being struck by them would surely result in a serious injury.

"Nothing more than this!"

Wu Qi sneered, the Qingluan Spirit wings behind him flapping to whip up gusts of wind, forming a wind wall that blocked the attack of the rock shards.

"I underestimated you."

Hu Er Han sprinted forward, throwing a heavy punch toward Wu Qi.

The attack power of a Power Attack System Spirit Master is not something an Agility Attack System Spirit Master can block.

In his view, Wu Qi had abandoned his aerial advantage to fight on the ground, which was a path to self-destruction.

Seeing freedom right before his eyes, the force of Hu Er Han's punch increased invisibly.

The Qingluan Spirit wings spread out, blocking in front of him to catch the punch heavily.

The force of a High-level Spirit Venerable was not to be underestimated; Wu Qi's figure retreated several steps as a result.

"As expected of a strength-type Spirit Master. Since that's the case, I'll use this move."

As a disciple of Qingluan Douluo, he had long since begun learning the other's signature skills.

The Blue Phoenix Martial Sky Art was a close-quarters combat soul skill self-created by Blue Phoenix Douluo.

Coming here was for training, and testing the power of a self-created soul skill was naturally part of that training.

Sharp blades popped out from Wu Qi's fingertips, and he reached out with one hand.

Hu Er Han laughed wantonly, "Good, close-quarters combat with me, who's afraid of whom!"

"Second Soul Skill, Demon Bear Roaring Fist."

He gathered power in his right fist, ready to strike.

As a High-level Spirit Venerable and a strength-type Spirit Master, the force of this punch was definitely not small.

For Wu Qi, who was only a low-level Spirit Venerable, it would be best to use his aerial advantage to dodge the attack at this moment.

But he was confident in the power of the Blue Phoenix Martial Sky Art and took the punch head-on.

Hu Er Han was already blinded by the thought of freedom and had no heart left to consider the intricacies of the situation.

Just as the fist was about to land, Wu Qi leaned back rapidly, wrapped his hands around the other's arm, and flapped his wings quickly to dissipate the force of the punch.

He immediately coiled around the opponent's arm, exerted sudden force with his waist and abdominal muscles, and threw Hu Er Han to the ground with great force.

Dissipating force is an ability of the Qingluan Spirit; by using it to create a method of combat, he could fight head-on without losing to an average strength-type Spirit Master.

Moreover, Hu Er Han had no defensive measures, so it would be hard for Wu Qi not to succeed.

On the other side, the Coiled Dragon Staff in Qiangu Changkong's hands danced with every strike, causing A Ming to cry out in pain.

A Ming's martial soul was also a weapon, and the suppression in their techniques left him unable to lift his head at all.

Constantly suffering losses in close-quarters combat at Wu Qi's hands, Hu Er Han was furious.

"For a low-level Spirit Venerable to push me to this point, you are indeed a genius of the Spirit Hall. It's a pity, you shouldn't have blocked my path to freedom."

"I'll give you one last chance: hand over the Golden Badge, and I'll spare you!"

Wu Qi chuckled, "Oh? You don't seem to have grasped the situation. I already have the advantage, why would I concede?"

Hu Er Han's gaze was like a torch, "Very well, you asked for this."

"Third Soul Skill, Wild Instinct!"

His entire person entered a berserk state, increasing his attack and defense by fifty percent.

In terms of strength, he was now on par with a low-level Soul Ancestor.

"Then let me wake you up!"

Wu Qi's figure leaped into the air, his Qingluan Spirit wings flapping rapidly, and the second soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

His second soul ring was no ordinary hundred-year soul ring; it had a hint of purple, with an age reaching a terrifying nine hundred years, already exceeding the limit for absorbing a second soul ring.

Thanks to the resources of the Spirit Hall, his physical strength was on par with strength-type Spirit Masters of the same level, and when he absorbed the second soul ring, he clearly still had capacity!

It could be said that nine hundred years was not his limit, but the limit that Qingluan Douluo could allow him to absorb within a safe range.

"Second Soul Skill, Sorrowful Wind Whistling."

The soul ring from the Profound Sound Parrot provided a soul skill corresponding to another ability of the Qingluan Spirit—sound waves.

Sound wave attacks are also a type of mental attack.

Having entered the berserk state, Hu Er Han had temporarily lost his reason, but the sound wave attack brought his reason back, causing his berserk-type soul skill to collapse on its own.

"How is this possible? What kind of martial soul do you have?"

Seeing the power on his body receding like a tide, Hu Er Han had long since lost his previous arrogant air.

As a Spirit Venerable, the sound wave attack didn't affect him much, but his lackey A Ming was not so lucky.

His perception and mobility were completely paralyzed, and he became a wooden stake.

Qiangu Changkong unleashed his second soul skill, making him regret it on the spot.

Hu Er Han fell into a panic, but he himself had not been wounded and still had the strength to fight.

Crane Cloud Wings grew from behind Wu Qi, overlapping with the wings of the Qingluan Spirit, with no visible change in appearance.

The Crane Cloud Wings could transform into wing blades, enhancing Wu Qi's combat power.

The wings spread open, flashing with cold light, and the feathers at the tips transformed into sharp blades.

"Die!"

The wings rotated, whipping up a storm as he flew out.

Hu Er Han steadied himself in a panic, wanting to block.

The assault of the wings was incomparably swift and fierce, slicing multiple wounds into his body.

Seeing he was no match, Hu Er Han felt the urge to retreat.

Today, he would admit defeat; once he gathered his men again, it would be the other's death day!

With the identity of the trial-taker exposed, how could Wu Qi possibly let him leave?

"Wing Blade Slash!"

Utilizing the sharpened wings of the Crane Cloud Wings, this was a Self-Created Soul Skill that Wu Qi had explored and developed himself.

The wing blade slashed out, shattering both man and horse!

Hu Er Han had a burly physique; he was only heavily injured and his life was not yet in danger.

Wu Qi followed up by severing his legs to prevent any possibility of him escaping!

About three minutes later, Hu Er Han's body collapsed powerlessly into the rainwater, completely losing all signs of life.

Qiangu Changkong ran over with an excited face, "Brother Wu is amazing, you could count this as killing an enemy above your rank."

As he spoke, he said guiltily, "If my grandfather finds out, he'll surely compare me to you again."

Wu Qi felt somewhat exhausted.

In this environment, killing a High-level Spirit Venerable was still a bit too strenuous. If it were a windy day, he should have had a much easier time.

"Your Innate Soul Power is as high as level nine, yet you are still only a level 28 Great Spirit Master; it is indeed a bit low."

Qiangu Changkong was unconvinced, "I haven't been slacking off, my cultivation speed just won't go up, what can I do?"

After he said this, Wu Qi couldn't help but think of something.

The biggest problem in Douluo Dalu is that Spirit Masters lack a complete set of cultivation techniques.

Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Art, although a product of a low-martial world, is absolutely ahead of all Spirit Masters when looking at Douluo Dalu.

If not for the Mysterious Heaven Art, Tang San's talent would likely have been ruined by Yu Xiaogang long ago.

As for the matter of techniques, Wu Qi had no way to change it. Even if he had the heart to create one, it wouldn't come out without a few decades of work.

He paused and urged, "Regarding cultivation, haste makes waste; you shouldn't be too anxious."

"Go collect the Badge first; before night falls, we will enter the Inner City."

(End of chapter)