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At this moment, everyone was looking at the figure in the black robe with disbelief. No one expected that this mysterious person, who could rival a Half-Step Human Spirit, would actually be Wang Shuiqun!
It should be noted that previously, Wang Shuiqun could barely protect himself against Aotian, but now he was able to overpower Aotian, which was indeed astonishing progress.
"Impossible! How could you be a warrior of the Half-Step Human Spirit?!" Xiao Ya's tone was filled with shock.
A cold smile appeared on Wang Shuiqun's face as he said, "What’s impossible? There are countless treasures in this ruin; am I not allowed to have some fortuitous encounters?"
The expressions of Aotian and Xiao Ya changed dramatically. Previously, Wang Shuiqun had tried to kill both of them for the Mystic Spirit Fruit. If it weren't for Aotian's means, they would have likely perished long ago.
Because of this, Wang Shuiqun failed to kill Aotian and instead fled in embarrassment. He sought refuge with Qiu Mingjie from the Skeleton Adventure Team, hoping to use Qiu Mingjie's strength to eliminate Aotian.
However, due to a series of events, Qiu Mingjie also failed to kill Aotian. Now, Wang Shuiqun's strength was at least equal to Qiu Mingjie's. If he claimed he didn't want revenge against Aotian, even Aotian himself wouldn't believe it. Moreover, Wang Shuiqun had already attacked him mercilessly before.
From a certain perspective, the enmity between Aotian and Wang Shuiqun had reached an irreconcilable point.
At this time, disbelief also filled Qiu Mingjie's eyes. Just recently, this person had been a mere subordinate under him, and now he had grown to a level where he could stand shoulder to shoulder with him; it was hard for anyone to accept.
"Kekeke, Aotian, so what if you know my identity? Today, you will surely die here!" Wang Shuiqun said with a chilling laugh.
Aotian slowly exhaled a breath of white air and replied, "Although I don't know why your strength has surged so much in such a short time, I believe you still cannot control such powerful power. Therefore, I think killing you is not impossible!"
Wang Shuiqun's pupils constricted slightly before he sneered.
"Kill me? You think you can?!"
In fact, Aotian's guess was not wrong. Although Wang Shuiqun's strength had surged dramatically, he could not possibly control the explosive power within him in such a short time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fought against Aotian for so long with only the strength of an Innate Nine Levels.
However, Aotian also understood that although Wang Shuiqun had not fully mastered his internal power, his strength had already far surpassed that of an ordinary Innate Martial Artist.
"How about I go? With your current strength, you probably won't be a match for Wang Shuiqun," Snow Qincheng said, her brow slightly furrowed, as if sensing the difficulty of the situation.
"No need. Just take care of the other two. I want to see how strong he has become after disappearing for so long!" Aotian replied coldly.
"You foolish guy!" Upon hearing Aotian's words, Wang Shuiqun sarcastically retorted without hesitation.
"I'll see just how clever you think you are!"
Aotian shouted angrily and then stepped out with a mysterious footwork, his figure moving as swiftly as lightning and as agile as a rabbit.
"Comparing speed with me? You really don't know when to give up!"
Wang Shuiqun coldly scoffed. Suddenly, his figure bizarrely transformed into a gray mist, which slowly rose and vanished from everyone's sight, along with Wang Shuiqun himself.
Aotian abruptly halted his advance, his expression turning somewhat grim. This Wang Shuiqun had not only increased in strength after disappearing for a while but had also acquired many strange techniques. At least before, he couldn't use this mist-like movement technique.
At this moment, Aotian's eyes were filled with vigilance as he scanned the surroundings repeatedly but could not even catch a glimpse of Wang Shuiqun's shadow.
"I don't believe you can escape my Soul Power!"
Aotian shouted angrily. Immediately, an invisible force surged forth from between Aotian's eyebrows, covering the entire main hall like a carpet.
The Soul Power of a Soul Practitioner has a peculiar effect: it can be used like eyes. Wherever the Soul Power spreads, it scans the surroundings and presents the scene in the Mind. Moreover, Soul Power can detect many things that are invisible to the naked eye.
From a certain perspective, Soul Power is the nemesis of movement techniques, as no matter how miraculous or strange the technique may be, it cannot escape from Soul Power. Of course, if the Soul Power is too weak and the movement technique is too profound, then Soul Power becomes practically useless.
However, Aotian is a genuine First-Level Soul User, and although Wang Shuiqun's movement technique is strange, it clearly hasn't reached an extremely high level of mastery. Therefore, his traces are exposed under Aotian's Soul Power.
A somewhat illusory figure floated past a certain spot in the main hall, appearing extremely strange. Yet this figure could not escape Aotian's Soul Power.
"Let's see where you go this time!"
Aotian punched towards a certain area of the main hall, with the punch's wind roaring like a fierce lion, scattering the surrounding air.
"Boom!"
A chilling force spread out from somewhere and collided violently with Aotian's punch wind, ultimately dissipating into nothingness.
"Kekeke, you actually managed to find me; you have some skill!" The hoarse voice echoed in the main hall without revealing its source.
Upon hearing this voice, everyone couldn't help but feel their hair stand on end. Although they couldn't see the figure of their opponent, the eerie voice resonated in their ears, sending chills down their spines.
"Trickster, die!"
Aotian roared and then shot towards an empty space like a cannonball.
Fists, palms, claws, feet, knees, elbows, and fingers fiercely attacked the void. The fierce wind howled, and the sound of air being torn apart echoed incessantly.
"Hey, isn't there no one there? Could that kid be crazy?" This was the common thought among everyone in the main hall.
"Bang, bang, bang."
But at that moment, a dull crashing sound suddenly rang out. Soon after, Wang Shuiqun's figure bizarrely appeared in everyone's sight. At this moment, Wang Shuiqun was also throwing punches and kicks continuously. Clearly, he was defending against Aotian's attacks.
Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but feel a bit shocked. Their cultivation levels were all higher than Aotian's, yet they had not noticed Wang Shuiqun's presence; instead, it was Aotian, who had the lowest cultivation level, that discovered him. This made everyone realize that this young man probably had quite a few hidden cards up his sleeve.
Suddenly, while continuously dodging Aotian's attacks, Wang Shuiqun stopped moving. A cold smile crept across his lips, causing Aotian to feel a strong sense of danger rising within him:
"Kekeke, kid, let me show you my hidden card so you can die with your eyes closed!"
As he spoke, one of Wang Shuiqun's fingers turned as black as ink. The surrounding air turned to ash upon touching Wang Shuiqun's index finger.
"Poison Spirit Finger!"
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