Chapter 113 Lu Ming, Title Douluo?! Zhao Wuji is shocked! Crisis!
[Poison Fairy: @Everyone, come out and have some gossip! I just saw Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun from Shrek Academy drug someone in Tiandou City, and it was that kind of dirty drug they gave to the two sisters from Tianshui Academy! It was absolutely disgusting!]
[Poison Fairy: Luckily, a masked swordsman happened to pass by and crippled Dai Mubai, turning him into a eunuch! How gratifying!]
The moment the message was sent, the previously quiet chat group erupted in chaos.
[The cutest bunny: What?! Drugged?! How could Dai Mubai do such a thing! So shameless!]
[Little Witch: Ugh... I knew those two were no good, especially that fatso, all he does is stare at girls, it's disgusting!]
My cat is white and big: You beast!
[Gentle Fire Dragon: This kind of scum doesn't even deserve to be a Soul Master! If I ever run into them, I'll burn them to ashes!]
...
Liuhe Pastry Shop.
Zhu Zhuqing was sitting by the window, holding a half-eaten pastry in her hand, looking at the messages constantly scrolling in her mind, her cold face covered with frost.
Although she had broken off her relationship with Dai Mubai, the thought that she had once been engaged to such a person and had even almost entrusted herself to him made her feel extremely nauseous.
"Zhuqing, are you alright?"
Ning Rongrong came over and, noticing that Zhu Zhuqing's expression was off, asked her with concern.
"I just overheard people at the next table talking about something that happened at the Magpie Bridge, and it seems to be about Dai Mubai and his group."
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, then patted her chest with a look of relief:
"Luckily, you saw through his true colors early on and decisively moved in with Lu Ming."
"If I stay at Shrek Academy and live with scum like that, I might get tricked by them one day."
Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, put the half of the pastry back on the plate, and nodded:
"you're right."
"Leaving Shrek was the best decision I ever made."
...
Just as people were verbally attacking Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun in the chat group.
Lu Ming didn't have time to check the messages in the group chat at the moment.
Outside the city, in the wilderness.
Two figures flew past swiftly under the moonlight, one after the other.
Although Lu Ming has reached level 70, he has not yet hunted soul beasts to obtain his seventh soul ring, so he does not possess the flight ability that comes with the Martial Soul True Body.
As a level 78 Soul Saint, Zhao Wuji is not good at speed, but with the support of his powerful soul power, he can still fly short distances.
Logically speaking, Lu Ming's speed should be affected by having two people with him.
However, his footwork was extremely strange. With each step, his body would propel him forward a great distance, making him appear like a ghost, always maintaining a distance of several hundred meters from Zhao Wuji.
He even had the leisure to glance back, deliberately controlling his speed so that Zhao Wuji wouldn't catch up or lose him.
It's like fishing; the bait is right in front of your mouth, but you just can't bite it.
Soon, the two arrived at a mass grave on the outskirts of Tiandou City, one after the other.
The place was deserted and eerily windy. Apart from a few crows cawing in the withered trees, there was no sign of life.
Lu Ming paused, stopping steadily beside a broken tombstone.
He gently placed Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er on his shoulders onto a relatively clean large blue stone, then turned around and quietly watched Zhao Wuji arrive shortly afterward.
call--
Zhao Wuji landed heavily on the ground, splashing up a pile of withered leaves.
He was breathing heavily, and looking at Lu Ming in front of him who was not red in the face or out of breath, he couldn't help but feel a little horrified.
This kid is so fast?
Moreover, judging from his relaxed demeanor, it seems he hasn't even exerted his full strength yet.
"Hey kid, running away? Why did you stop running?"
Zhao Wuji calmed his breathing and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"However, your speed has truly impressed me, Uncle Zhao. It's a pity you've met me today."
"Just kill yourself obediently, and maybe I can leave you with a whole corpse."
In his opinion, Lu Ming couldn't run anymore.
No matter how fast a young kid is, if he can't even activate his Martial Soul True Body, once he catches up with him, he'll be like a fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.
Lu Ming ignored Zhao Wuji's threat, instead slowly flexing his wrist and asking calmly:
"Zhao Wuji, do I look like I'm exhausted?"
Zhao Wuji was taken aback and stared intently.
The masked boy stood tall and straight in the moonlight, his breathing long and steady, showing no sign of exhaustion.
Even his composed demeanor inexplicably made Zhao Wuji feel uneasy.
This kid...
"Did you deliberately lure me here?"
Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted as he finally realized what was happening.
This kid has been keeping him hanging on ever since the beginning!
Lu Ming chuckled softly, his voice behind the mask carrying a hint of mockery:
"Not too stupid."
"There are too many people and too many eyes in Tiandou City. Killing a Soul Saint would make too much noise and easily cause trouble."
"The scenery here is beautiful, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, making it an ideal place to be buried."
"I originally wanted you to live a few more days, but I didn't expect you to actually dare to come along."
"Since you're here, don't leave."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically.
Kill the Soul Saint?
What a boastful tone!
But this kid's certainty was definitely not just empty boasting.
Years of experience living on the edge told him: Danger! Extreme danger!
escape!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Zhao Wuji turned around without hesitation, his seventh spirit ring lighting up instantly, as he tried to use his Martial Spirit True Body to escape.
"Trying to run now?"
"Too late!"
"To aid and abet evil, die!"
Lu Ming's voice suddenly turned cold, like a judgment from the deepest hell.
With a thought, a card radiating brilliant golden light shattered in his mind.
Use the [Title Douluo Trial Card]!
boom--!!!
An indescribably terrifying aura erupted from Lu Ming in an instant.
The once peaceful mass grave now resembled the center of a raging sea.
The world changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed!
That wasn't the pressure of a Soul Saint, nor the pressure of a Soul Douluo, but rather...
Title Douluo!
Zhao Wuji felt a mountain-like pressure crash down on him, and his seventh spirit ring, which had just lit up, was abruptly broken by this terrifying pressure.
The phantom image of the Vajra Bear that had just appeared shattered instantly.
"A... a Title Douluo?!"
Zhao Wuji's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground, his fleshy face filled with despair and fear.
How is that possible?!
This boy, who looks only in his teens, is actually a Title Douluo?!
How is that possible?!
(End of chapter)