madnovel Chapter 161 There are still experts
Chapter 161 There are still experts
Chapter 161 There are still experts
Besides the three Frost Moon Guardians on stage, some young people in the audience also recognized Lu Ren's move as the White-Haired Shaman's talent.
Regarding the talent of professionals, to put it more in a more fictional way, it is innate supernatural ability or bloodline power.
All professionals will gain a talent upon professional awakening, and there is a chance to gain a new professional talent with each subsequent level increase.
Just like the White-Haired Shaman has more than a dozen talents, of course it is impossible to acquire all of them. Each member of the clan who awakens the White-Haired Shaman will draw one or two talents from the pool of these dozen talents.
Among these, some of the more powerful talents include Ancestral Spirit Dance, Death (Injury) Vision, and Blood Sacrifice Symbiosis. Even among white-haired shamans, very few awaken such talents.
She looked at her cousin Shen Lang, who had come over to her. Except for a few, such as Shen Zhaozhao and Shen Yu, the Shen clan members generally gave people the impression of being kind-hearted doctors, gentle and refined, and not likely to have conflicts with others. Shen Lang was a representative of this group. Shen Yaoxing suddenly realized that he was quite similar to Lu Ren.
At this moment, Shen Lang was also horrified, looking at the white-haired ghost on the arena, and said in disbelief: "This is, the Soul Binding Decree!?"
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Upon hearing this, Shen Yaoxing thought to himself, "As expected." What Lu Ren was using was none other than the top talent of their Shen Clan's White-Haired Shaman, the "Soul Binding Suppression," which, along with the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice Dance," was known as one of the two great secret arts of the White-Haired Shaman!
But why do you know this?
What do you mean, as the eldest daughter of the Shen family, I don't even know my clan's secret techniques, but you, as a servant, not only know them, but you use them so skillfully!
Reversing the Heavenly Gang, purely reversing the Heavenly Gang!
Right, he must have used the sin of lust to change his profession, but isn't this kid supposed to be recording my astrologer? Why has he become a white-haired witch?
"Shen Lang."
"What's wrong, cousin?"
"Who in the clan knows the Soul-Binding Prohibition?"
Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "No one in Yanzhou knows the Soul Binding Spell, and it seems that no one in Linjiang knows it either. As far as I know, there is a clan uncle in the guild in Fengtian whose talent is the Soul Binding Spell."
"Not in Yanzhou? Where's Shen Wangshu?"
"————" That's your great-aunt, right? Is it really okay to call her by her first name like that?
Shen Lang glanced at his cousin out of the corner of his eye and saw her with her arms crossed, watching the duel on the stage, her delicate index finger tapping her arm repeatedly.
He shook his head and denied it, saying, "Grandma's talent is not a Soul-Binding Curse."
"Hasn't she already broken through to the Burning Sun realm? After a professional breakthrough, isn't it possible to awaken another talent?"
"But Grandma has mastered the Ancestral Spirit Dance, and the Soul Binding Prohibition and the Ancestral Spirit Dance cannot coexist on the same person."
"If it's not her, then who could it be?"
Shen Lang stole a glance at her and saw that his cousin had quickened the pace of her finger tapping his shoulder and her brows had furrowed slightly.
"By the way, cousin, why is Brother Lu—"
"How would I know?!"
Oh dear, my cousin is so fierce! Shen Lang dared not even raise his eyebrows, standing aside with a bitter face.
Shen Yu was still cheering for Lu Ren when she turned back to look at him and scolded, "Shen Lang, look how amazing Brother Lu Ren is! Your sister was beaten by that Chen Sui, and I asked you to help me get revenge. You've been babbling on and on, talking about the Four Heroes of Yanzhou. I told you you're just a paid shill!"
Shen Lang's face flushed red. "Nonsense! I'm a sorcerer. How can a sorcerer fight against a warrior?"
"Isn't Brother Lu Ren also using one of our clan's secret techniques?"
"What do you know? Brother Lu's talent is different from mine, so-called—"
"That's so lame, so lame! I don't want to be your sister anymore, I want Lu Ren to be my brother!"
"Xiaoyu, my brother is your brother from now on!"
"Yuhe!"
"Xiaoyu!"
The two little girls chatted happily and cuddled together. Shen Yaoxing glanced at them and noticed that although they were siblings, Lu Youhe's personality was different from Lu Ren's. Youhe gave people a feeling of closeness.
Meanwhile, on the field, Chen Sui felt his left arm being broken. The immense pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat and clench his teeth.
However, he was worthy of being one of the Four Heroes of Yanzhou, knowing that this was another method used by a divine cultivator.
Witchcraft? Even if this kid has the skills of both magic and physical cultivation, he should lean towards spiritual cultivation, and he's also proficient in witchcraft and mental manipulation.
At this moment, as long as you quickly get close and take down the caster, the spell will inevitably break!
"A sharp blade hidden in the bones"
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After Lu Ren fought Chen Zui, he learned about the swordsman profession of the Shushan Chen Clan. Even without the commentary, he knew that this was the top talent of the swordsman profession, using oneself as a sword.
"Bone rumbles, blood boils, thoughts cease, body is sacrificed, body is the sword, I am the blade."
There was no way to avoid it. After all, he was just a sorcerer now. How could he possibly avoid it? The other party's judgment was correct and decisive.
This guy is a complete idiot, he doesn't take any pressure at all, he just goes all out right from the start.
However, he didn't seem to be much worse off. Cold sweat broke out on Lu Ren's forehead. Simultaneously casting the Soul Binding Order and the Eye of Injury had taken a heavy toll on him.
I felt an intense nausea, as if my stomach was filled with strange, colorful things, and I wanted to turn my stomach inside out and vomit it all out.
"I'll break your leg too."
His sword finger solidified again, and the white-haired ghost in the air once again tore off one of the opponent's legs.
Two crisp cracking sounds could be heard by everyone in the audience. Chen Sui's leg, which had been charging straight at them, was bent unnaturally backward, making the audience's hearts pound with fear.
However, Lu Ren was also hit by Chen Sui's "body-transforming sword," and his abdomen was covered in bright red blood. At the same time, someone noticed that Lu Ren's left leg, which was standing still, was also unnaturally twisted.
But the moment he was injured, his broken leg quickly healed, and the bloodstains on his chest also disappeared rapidly.
Having used the Soul Binding Suppression and Injury Vision twice in a row, Lu Ren had reached his limit. If he were to switch places with his opponent again, he would find it difficult to recover.
The Soul Binding Decree can ignore all defenses and evasions, forcibly exchanging blows with the enemy. During wartime, enemies would run away at the mere sight of a member of the Shen clan who possesses the Soul Binding Decree.
This ability is essentially a self-destruct skill, but when combined with Shen's powerful healing abilities, it becomes a terrifyingly strong offensive tactic.
Moreover, Lu Ren discovered that this ability could not be abused. From the very first time, he heard some seductive voices urging him to continue using it.
Exchange, keep exchanging. If you exchange your hands, you'll have your legs. If you exchange your legs, you'll have your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. As long as you dedicate everything to Him, He will fulfill all your desires.
Every powerful force comes at a price; once used, it becomes addictive, making one eager to use it again.
The feeling was so natural, like scratching an itch that could solve everything.
This "soul-binding prohibition" does not bind the soul of the person being punished, but rather the soul of the one performing the ritual.
"Don't be swayed by these voices, don't become a prisoner of power."
While he was somewhat lost in thought, the seductive voice in his ear changed again, becoming his master's seductive voice: "To become your master's prisoner, um, your master can be your prisoner too."
The master's frivolous voice rang in his ears, and Lu Ren's eyes regained some clarity. The radical idea of breaking his neck and killing that kid also dissipated.
He lifted the binding spell, and the white-haired ghost slowly dissipated.
With his leg broken, Chen Sui could no longer maintain his forward momentum and rolled more than ten meters on the ground. He looked quite miserable, but he gritted his teeth and stood up again, looking at Lu Ren with some hatred.
The other person's gaze was devoid of emotion; they merely glanced at him, then seemed to suddenly lose interest and turned their attention to the referee.
"You, you—it's not over yet!" He struggled to stand up using one arm and one leg.
"Huh? Do we still need to fight?"
Lu Ren turned to look at Chen Sui, who was struggling to get up, and said in a calm tone: "I believe you when you say that your sword didn't really pierce me, because I didn't feel any killing intent. But both the young lady and my master are very unhappy with you. As the saying goes, you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog—hmm, that doesn't sound quite right."
High on the platform, upon hearing him suddenly mention his master, Ning Xiu suddenly looked constipated.
Prince Gong noticed his expression and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Commander Ning?"
"It's nothing —"
"The master he mentioned, does Commander Ning know him?"
"We wouldn't say we know each other."
"Is it a master from the Shen family?"
"I've met him once; he's very strong, but I'm not sure about his background."
Ning Xiu couldn't say much, after all, when the master and disciple left that day, his fairy was forbidden from revealing her whereabouts.
But it is related to the Shen family—the Shen family is definitely the most mysterious aristocratic family, and importantly, they cannot be treated in the usual way.
Just like the Eastern Heavenly Mountain a while ago, even the legendary "Great Celestial Venerable" was summoned by them using the ancestral spirit ritual dance. Who knows how much this clan is hiding?
They say he's dead, but who knows if he really is? Even if he is, he might just come back with a halo around his head.
Seeing Ning Xiu's expression, Prince Gong and Elder Gu knew that he was unwilling to say more, so they stopped asking. But—he's very strong?
Even a Frost Moon Realm warrior rated him as very strong, so this kid's master must be at least above the Frost Moon Realm. They looked at the arena and found that the kid's aura had changed again.
Lu Ren felt he had reached his limit and switched back again, changing from the "white-haired shaman" back to the "passerby" profession.
The backlash from the sin of lust followed closely behind. An unnatural desire began to grow in his heart. All he wanted now was to end it as soon as possible and then have a three-hundred-round battle with his master.
He said, "Moreover, my friend was injured in both hands because he blocked your sword. Now I'm going to cut off one of your legs and one of your arms. If you're not satisfied, you can come back again."
Chen Sui's eyes held resentment; her stance was somewhat awkward due to her broken leg and arm. "How many times can you use that move?"
"If you hurry up and find a sorcerer, your hands and feet can still be healed. If you continue to fight, you might develop some kind of chronic illness."
Chen Sui gritted her teeth, her face filled with resentment. On the stage, Elder Gu called out, "Sui'er, let's stop here. You have already lost. After you recover, do not forget to go to the Shen family to apologize."
Lu Ren looked at the old man with some surprise. This guy was not angry at all, nor did he bully the younger one.
However, since professionals fight each other, injuries are inevitable. For the sons of the aristocratic families, losing a hand or a leg is probably just a minor injury.
Back when he was still with the Shen family, he cut off Chen Zui's arm, and the elders below didn't even flinch.
The other party had been biased towards Chen Sui earlier, not because they were targeting me, but because they simply didn't take me seriously. Now that I have demonstrated my strength, they have changed their attitude.
Ultimately, in this world, it's all about showing your fists. Looking at the eyes of the people below the stage—some admiring, some avoiding, some shocked, and some fearful—Lu Ren suddenly felt that this feeling was actually quite nice.
"How is this possible? Chen Sui actually lost!"
"Where did this outsider come from, actually picking on Chen Sui?"
"That white-haired ghost is too eerie; no one can gain an advantage against it."
"The Shen family—truly terrifying!"
Lu Ren suddenly realized that he had also unconsciously been influenced by the atmosphere, and his speech had become more bold. He looked at the audience and said, "There's still one more match, right? Who's next to challenge me?"
As he said this, his gaze fell on a little girl, and he met Lu Youhe's eyes.
No one knows a brother better than his sister. After exchanging a glance with her brother, Lu Youhe understood what he meant.
I really thought this guy had become a hero. He still prefers these petty tricks.
But since she's the best little sister in the world, she'll definitely agree to her silly brother's requests!
She stepped forward, scoffing, "Lu Ren, I've disliked you for a long time. Let me, Emperor Youhe, be your opponent in the next round!"
The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment when a little girl suddenly darted out from the crowd, indignantly determined to fight her bad brother for three hundred rounds!
However, the arena in the lake was several tens of meters away from the shore, and she couldn't jump over it.
The little girl called out to the person in the lake, "Hey, come and help me, I can't get across."
Lu Ren was about to jump over and catch this silly little sister, then put on a show and win three consecutive victories, when a murmur arose from the audience.
"How can this be? Do these two siblings think we're all fools?"
"Little sister, your Flowing Firefly Realm doesn't even meet the requirements for the competition. Come back."
Lu Youhe's mission failed before anyone could see that the brother and sister were in cahoots, and he was stopped.
"This person is strong, but that last attack used up a lot of energy; he must be at his last gasp!"
That's what they said, but no one went up. They were worried that the kid might have some dirty tricks up his sleeve, but more importantly, Lu Ren had just defeated Lin Xinghe and Chen Sui in succession, and his strength had been recognized by everyone.
Although that's how tournaments are, everyone considers themselves a master and still has pride. It wouldn't look good to defeat the opponent when they're exhausted.
Helpless, Lu Ren looked at Jiang Yueying and sent her a telepathic message for her to come over. Jiang Yueying swallowed hard, made a face, and reluctantly took two steps forward.
"Then this princess will have to see what I'm capable of!"
However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred. In Lu Ren's astonished and uncertain gaze, he saw his childhood goddess—no, the Third Princess—jump off the stands.
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