Outside Qinglan Town, Yang Yuan smiled coldly.
With his double pupils able to see through everything, how could he not know he was being tailed?
A pack of sewer rats, even trying to rob a child.
How desperate for money are they?
Animals, the lot of them.
Against such people, Yang Yuan would strike with full force.
Feigning ignorance, he walked seven or eight miles before finally stopping.
The Spirit Masters following behind hesitated when they saw him halt.
Then they watched the brat turn and cast a contemptuous look at their hiding spot.
"All of you, come out!"
"Cowards—scared to face one kid? With guts like that, you dare to rob people?"
Yang Yuan's voice dripped disdain; his arrogance shamed the stalking Spirit Masters.
They were being mocked by a mere boy!
Hidden in the shadows, Snake Lance Douluo watched in surprise.
He hadn't expected Yang Yuan to have sensed the tail.
Two figures soon stepped out from different directions.
They exchanged glances—clearly not allies, though their goal was the same.
One of them spoke first:
"Kid, big words. You knew we were following and still led us here."
"I can't tell if you're confident or just conceited."
"Don't tell me you think you can handle us?"
He finished with a sneer at Yang Yuan.
But Yang Yuan ignored him, looking instead toward two other spots.
"Two more still hiding."
"You think you're that well hidden?"
The speaker's face, along with the other man's, changed instantly.
There were still more experts!
Following Yang Yuan's gaze, two more figures emerged.
A man and a woman, both around thirty, now regarded Yang Yuan seriously.
The man's gloomy eyes fixed on Yang Yuan.
"Brat, you've got guts—who gave you the nerve?"
As he spoke, his gaze never left Yang Yuan.
Clearly, Yang Yuan's composure unsettled him.
Yang Yuan smiled in contempt.
The next second—
his sword flashed from its scabbard, cold light glaring.
"Who gave me the nerve?"
"You'll know in a moment!"
At those words, the gloomy man's unease vanished.
"Haha, and here I thought some senior was backing you."
"Turns out you're just an arrogant fool!"
Even Snake Lance Douluo, watching in secret, frowned; Yang Yuan seemed too reckless.
Yet remembering the Young Lord's orders, he prepared to intervene—
but only when Yang Yuan's life was on the line.
Only then could he earn the boy's greatest gratitude—
and teach this arrogant kid that there's always someone stronger.
Arrogance demands a price!
Yang Yuan remained calm.
Under his double pupils, the four's strength held no secrets.
They were about on par with academy teachers.
The strongest was maybe level twenty-five.
With that level, they dared to rob people?
They were asking for death!
The thought flashed, and cold light glinted in Yang Yuan's eyes.
Bang!
With an explosive sound, Yang Yuan shot forward, a blur in their eyes.
His speed made the four blanch.
"So fast!"
The thought had barely formed when Yang Yuan appeared before the nearest man.
By the time the man reacted, they were less than ten meters apart.
"Not good!"
In shock, the man instantly released his Spirit.
One white and one yellow spirit ring rose beneath him.
His Spirit was a curved saber.
He swung it straight at Yang Yuan.
Though stunned by Yang Yuan's speed, he had no time to think; besides, he was a level-twenty-three Spirit Grandmaster.
No reason to fear a kid who hadn't even released his Spirit.
But Yang Yuan's double pupils shone with Chaos light; he sidestepped the slash and countered.
A stunned head flew skyward.
Blood gushed from the neck, and the corpse toppled.
Silence seized the scene.
Even Snake Lance Douluo in hiding gaped.
"This… this kid just one-shot a Spirit Grandmaster!"
Unbelievable!
"Not good—he's tough!"
The remaining three regained their senses, their eyes now devoid of contempt.
Had they known the boy's strength, they'd never have followed.
Yang Yuan flicked his blade, splattering blood, the edge shining cold once more.
He looked at the gloomy man who had spoken.
"Your turn."
The man's face darkened; he snorted.
"You only got lucky killing one Spirit Grandmaster."
"You're not good enough to kill us."
"Both of you, let's finish him together!"
The other two nodded grimly and released their Spirits.
All three had one white and one yellow ring; they spread out and charged.
The gloomy man's Spirit was a cyan wolf.
With Martial Soul Possession, his frame swelled, wolf claws sprouting on his hands.
He lunged, claws tearing the air, aiming to rip Yang Yuan apart.
The other two: one had Ghost Vine, the other Shadow Cat.
Ghost Vine raised a hand; seven or eight dark vines shot toward Yang Yuan, trying to bind him.
Shadow Cat's white spirit ring lit as she used her First Spirit Skill.
Stealth.
Stealth boosted her speed slightly.
She moved faster than the wolf, a black blur streaking at Yang Yuan.
Facing three-pronged assault, even Snake Lance Douluo prepared to act.
Yet Yang Yuan showed no fear.
Chaos light flickered in his double pupils.
Every move, every weak point of spirit power in the three, was laid bare.
He gripped his sword, power silently gathering in his legs.
Bang!
With a crisp explosion, Yang Yuan burst forward even faster than Shadow Cat.
His blade pierced the air, slicing through her waist.
A burst of crimson mist exploded as her body split in two, her face still blank.
Ghost Vine's tendrils couldn't keep up.
Cyan Wolf froze in terror.
"How can this kid be so strong?"
Once might be luck, but twice?
Run!
Cyan Wolf braked hard and bolted the opposite way.
Yang Yuan wouldn't let him escape.
He reached down.
Controlling Crane Catching Dragon!
A fist-sized stone flew into his hand.
Bang!
He hurled it, smashing Cyan Wolf's ankle.
The man stumbled, his pace broken.
Yang Yuan flashed in and took his head with a single stroke.
The last one stood paralyzed, sweat pouring, legs shaking, forgetting how to flee.
Yang Yuan gave him a calm glance and stepped forward.
One more sword stroke.
(End of Chapter)
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