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Quick! Too fast!
In the blink of an eye, without even understanding what was happening, the man in black was already taken down. I didn't even see how the opponent made a move; I only felt a numbness in my wrist, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking, and it had already twisted into this state.
Not to mention how scared the Bald Muscular Man was, even the composed professor couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock for a moment. However, being a person of extraordinary demeanor, he quickly regained his composure.
"Young man, your skills are impressive. Are you from the Martial Arts Hall?" the professor asked.
Ye Mingshang did not answer his question; he simply looked at him calmly, his eyes clear and bright, seemingly containing a brilliant starry sky and all truths, making one feel as if they might fall deep into them if not careful.
"Take me to the Celestial Abode..."
These words were spoken plainly, but to the professor's ears, they seemed to slow down immensely. A calm statement felt imbued with magic, enticing him to make a decision.
"Alright..."
Clang!
The professor instinctively prepared to agree but suddenly felt a shock in his heart and hurriedly bit down on his tongue with all his strength. The intense pain shot from his tongue to his brain, jolting him awake.
"To think you can also use Illusion; are you from the Illusion Palace? No, the Illusion Palace doesn't have such skills," the professor said seriously, shaking his head as he spoke.
He then looked at Ye Mingshang earnestly and asked, "Who exactly are you representing?"
Ye Mingshang replied, "I am not representing any faction; here, I only represent myself."
"I must admit your abilities are quite good. However, do you really think you can collaborate with me solely on your own? That would be overestimating yourself. You should know that the Celestial Abode is not an easy place to enter," the professor said with a dismissive smile.
"Cooperate? Did I ever say I wanted to cooperate with you?" Ye Mingshang said.
"What do you mean?" the professor asked.
"I'm giving you a chance, a chance to witness a miracle. Cooperation? You aren't qualified for that yet."
Arrogant! Truly outrageous!
The professor had been in this world for many years and had seen all kinds of people. Whether they were high-ranking officials, gang leaders, or hidden powers, he had encountered many capable individuals. He had never bowed down to anyone because of power or money, not even those at the helm of great forces had spoken to him in such a tone. Even though he was dignified, he couldn't help but feel that this young man was too impetuous and arrogant.
"Hahaha! What a chance to witness a miracle! I want that opportunity too. I wonder if the young brother would be willing to grant it to me."
A boisterous laugh echoed as over a dozen muscular men in tight-fitting outfits approached. The first one stood nearly two meters tall, his muscles bulging, veins protruding, with a face full of brutishness and eyes gleaming with cold light.
This man had killed before, and not just one person.
At first glance, Ye Mingshang could see through this man's strengths and weaknesses. This group was formidable; each member had excellent physical qualities, even better than the retired soldiers under Luo Chenghui. Just standing there, they exuded an extraordinary aura, causing the surrounding snakes, insects, mice, and ants to scurry away in fear.
"Martial Arts Hall, Blood Fiend Hall members?" the professor squinted and said.
"Hehe! As expected of a professor; you really have good eyesight!" Iron Tower Man chuckled.
He then glanced at Ye Mingshang, who was pointing a gun at the bald man, and his eyes flashed with cold light. "It seems you've run into some trouble, professor..."
The professor shrugged. "It appears so."
"Hehe, if I help you resolve this trouble, how do you plan to thank us?"
"Oh? What do you want? How about I take you to the Celestial Abode?" The professor replied with a playful expression.
"Ha ha ha! Of course, that would be great."
"You still haven't told me your answer." Ye Mingshang calmly looked at the professor, completely ignoring the intentions of the dozen or so thugs, as if he only cared about one thing and was indifferent to everything else.
"Hey! Kid, do you not understand the situation? Do you know who we are..."
Iron Tower Man boasted, but soon felt a sharp pain in his face as this seemingly unremarkable young man grabbed him.
Despite being shorter than him, he was caught in an exaggerated manner that left people unable to react.
"You said if they take me down, you'll let them settle with you. But what if I take them down..." Ye Mingshang held Iron Tower Man's face with one hand, remaining unfazed by his frantic struggles.
The professor squinted his eyes. "If you can do that, I wouldn't mind taking you along. After all, I just need a capable team. As long as the strength is sufficient, I don't care if it's one person or a hundred."
"Oh... In that case, you all can go die."
"Ah!!!"
Then, amidst Iron Tower Man's piercing scream, his massive face was deformed by a pale and slender hand that resembled a woman's. The sound of cracking bones twisted in a way that made people's hearts ache.
Human bones are very hard, especially for those who have undergone special training; their hardness can approach that of stone. Beast bones can even be used as weapons, producing immense lethality.
However, such hard bones were as weak as paper in this person's hands.
Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, mixed with red and white.
His copper-like head no longer resembled a human's; it looked like a crumpled piece of waste paper pressed against his neck. Blood mixed with brain matter oozed from his seven orifices, sending chills down everyone's spines. This being could no longer be called human; he had long since lost consciousness in agony.
At this moment, a faint soul floated out. Realizing its situation, it viciously lunged at the enemy who had cruelly taken its life.
However, how strong can a soul that has just died be?
Ye Mingshang casually reached out, and the soul seemed to shrink dozens of times, held tightly in the giant's hand.
The hand gradually tightened.
The soul slowly shattered.
"Ah! Ah!!!"
Faintly, they seemed to hear a piercing scream, yet nothing was visible.
They only saw this seemingly harmless young man reaching out to grab something.
After a brief moment of confusion, deep fear set in.
They came from extraordinary backgrounds and knew many secrets unknown to ordinary people. It seemed they had guessed where the screams originated and what this person had captured.
They couldn't help but glance at the Iron Tower Man lying on the ground, dead beyond any hope of revival.
(To be continued.)
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