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However, no matter how careful they were, when the two Shikigami were retracted, a person in the room suddenly opened their eyes.
"Ding ding ding ding!!!"
The crisp and urgent ringing echoed, and with the sound, everyone who had been asleep instantly opened their eyes.
"Hey! This is bad," Ye Mingshang said with a helpless smile.
In the next second, several people rushed out of the room, their clothes not fully on, but each already holding a weapon in hand.
More and more people followed out behind them. In less than half a minute, nearly everyone had emerged with weapons drawn and formed into ranks.
This was an elite force!
Just by observing their efficiency, one could tell their overall quality. From the moment the bell rang to everyone standing in formation took less than thirty seconds; even special forces would be hard-pressed to match that.
Across from them, over a hundred individuals stood in formation, each holding a weapon with serious expressions, completely unfazed by the intrusion.
Step~ Step~
The ranks parted as a person slowly walked out from the middle, wearing a military green jacket at a leisurely pace.
He was a middle-aged man in his late thirties or early forties, with short hair standing upright and some stubble on his chin. His gaze was sharp, and his steps were steady, exuding an invisible aura that gave off a strong impression.
Slowly putting on his gloves, Sha Yi held the gloves in one hand and spoke slowly.
"Go ahead, what do you want?"
As he spoke, Sha Yi lit a cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke, waiting for the other person's answer.
Face, facing an elite force of over a hundred men, Ye Mingshang remained calm and composed, replying lightly.
"Revenge."
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Sha Yi squinted and said, "Revenge? Which family are you from? I don't think I've seen you before."
"The revenge is not for me, but for my disciple."
"Who is your disciple?"
Ye Mingshang did not directly answer his question.
"Fourteen years ago, in a small mountain village in the north, the entire village was slaughtered, and only one child survived; he is my disciple."
Sha Yi took a puff of his cigar, the thick smoke obscuring his face.
"Fourteen years ago? A northern mountain village? Please, I've slaughtered quite a few villages, but I haven't been to the north."
"Maybe it wasn't you, but it was definitely done by the Black Witch Cult."
"Hey!" Sha Yi scoffed, "It seems you're here to cause trouble, so there's nothing more to say."
Sha Yi's expression turned cold as he waved his hand. "Attack!"
In an instant, around a hundred people surrounded Ye Mingshang, each readying their weapons and preparing to strike.
"You dare come alone to my Asura Hall to stir up trouble; it seems you have some skills. However, the men of Asura Hall are not pushovers. Don't say it's unfair because there are too many of us. Who among you will go and spar with him?" Sha Yi said as he sat on a nearby railing.
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man of average height and plain appearance stepped forward.
He was shirtless, revealing his well-defined upper body, with bulging chest muscles and toned arms, making him quite strong.
"I am Morirle, the captain of the Third Squad of Asura Hall. Please enlighten me!"
Ye Mingshang did not respond but simply waved at him.
Morirle squinted his eyes and quickly formed several hand seals with his hands.
Suddenly, intricate symbols covered his upper body, reaching all the way to his face.
Ye Mingshang let out a light gasp; at first glance, this resembled how he looked before ascending when he borrowed the power of nature.
With a snap!
In this state, Morirle's speed was remarkably fast, and his strength exceeded human limits by a significant margin.
However...
He was still too weak...
The young man had just rushed out, preparing to launch an attack, when he suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes and lost all awareness.
No one was surprised that this young man would lose; after all, the opponent dared to come alone, which meant they had some skills. However, losing so quickly and thoroughly was somewhat unexpected.
Nevertheless, they were elite fighters. Although surprised, they quickly regained their composure. A few took the young man away for treatment while the others remained serious and calm around him.
"Well, he does have some skills. Who's next?" Sha Yi, sitting on the railing, said with a smile. In his view, no matter how strong the opponent was, they could not possibly match this elite team. Even if he let them win two rounds, it didn't matter. Besides, that previous young man had underestimated his opponent and hadn't used his full strength. Moreover, even if everyone else fell, he didn't believe anyone besides Wang Sijin, that monster, could defeat him.
As soon as he finished speaking, another young man with a similar build to the previous one stepped forward. In fact, they all had similar physiques—over 1.7 meters tall with solid and muscular bodies, as if they were carved from the same mold.
This young man wasted no time in idle chatter; he quickly formed seals with his hands and tapped on himself repeatedly. Then, visibly, his already impressive muscles began to grow larger until he looked like a bodybuilder.
But that wasn't all. A flash of green light appeared not far away and landed on him. His muscles became even more exaggerated, and a phantom of a Bear Demon emerged behind him.
Boom! Boom!
The young man charged forward quickly, causing the ground to rumble beneath him as if an earthquake were occurring.
To say he was fast was relative; his speed was only slightly faster than that of the previous young man. However, the state of the earlier fighter was clearly lower than his own. But it was understandable; after all, bears excelled in strength and had a more average speed.
With only a few steps between them, the young man quickly closed the distance. Seeing that his opponent did not evade, he felt a surge of joy and swung his fist down like a massive pot.
Ye Mingshang showed no fear and did not dodge; instead, he slowly raised his left hand, clearly intending to block the opponent's punch.
The young man, seeing this, appeared unfazed on the surface but was sneering internally. His Shikigami was the Black Bear Monster, possessing incredible strength—easily capable of lifting a thousand pounds. A full-force punch would have at least two tons of power; even an elephant would be killed by it.
Blocking with a fist? Ha! You might as well be dead.
However, sometimes there are people who exist solely to redefine others' limits.
Smack!
A delicate hand, as white and slender as a woman's, met the massive fist, forcefully absorbing the blow.
"How is this possible?!" the young man exclaimed in shock.
With such monstrous strength and experience, he was among the strongest in this group, having never encountered an opponent, let alone one that could match him. Yet today, he was stopped by some unknown pretty boy who seemed to do so effortlessly, without even furrowing his brow.
Come on! What is happening here?
(To be continued.)
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