First Battle (2)

Sounding crazy, he murmured: "I gave you a chance, but you're useless. I gave you a chance, but you're useless…"

Ou Xiangrong's callused hand grabbed Xu Yingying's fair neck, and his thick arm lifted her up. Xu Yingying's face instantly turned red, then purple. Her legs kicked wildly, and her eyes rolled back.

He grinned with pleasure, then raised the tip of the blade and pressed it against Xu's chest.

Just as he was about to send the tip of the blade into this woman's heart, suddenly, the intuition of the Bewitching Demon sent him a signal of danger. The cold hair on the back of his hand suddenly stood up.

There was no one nearby, no movement or any anomaly.

Despite that, he felt a chill run down his spine. The unpredictable danger was closing in, enveloping him.

Spirit Realm Walker!

The experienced Ou Xiangrong immediately realized that he had been targeted by a Spirit Realm Walker. He grabbed Xu Yingying's neck and threw her backward by feel.

Crack! Xu Yingying fell heavily to the ground, rolled a few meters, and fainted.

Seeing that his attacker had failed to save the woman, Ou Xiangrong stumbled back. At the same time, he swung the willow blade in front of him.

The razor-sharp blade sliced through the air in a snow-white arc. There was a sharp ping in the void ahead and a blinding spark.

He had cut into the man's weapon.

Ou Xiangrong relied on the feeling of the collision of weapons to determine the enemy's position. He immediately expanded his leg muscles and bent his knees as if he was on a spring.

There was a dull thud, and Ou Xiangrong felt a solid blow in his knees. He heard his attacker grunt.

Then, someone "flew" out of the void. A young college student in sports pants and baseball jerseys. He had good features and a sunny temperament. He held a bronze staff that was half an arm long.

"A Night Wanderer?"

Ou Xiangrong understood in an instant why last night's siege had come so quickly.

He understood the cause of his near-death experience.

In his state of mind, ferocity and hatred flashed in his eyes, and he felt a strong desire to kill and take revenge on the Night Wanderer in front of him.

Ou Xiangrong rose into the air with the willow blade in his hand. The powerful bounce allowed him to cross a dozen meters and pounce viciously on the still-rolling university student.

His arrogance was as fierce as a humanoid Tyrannosaurus.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing almost shouted, 'Sorry to disturb you. Please spare my life!'

He did not try to get up. Instead, he continued to roll along with the inertia. At the same time, he lured the power of Great Yin and entered the Night Travel state again.

As he rolled, he suddenly disappeared from Ou Xiangrong's vision. The Bewitching Demon had lost his target.

After dodging the attack, Zhang Yuanqing, who was in his invisible state, arched his back and ran to a white car on the left. He leaned against the wheel and panted heavily.

The knee strike had almost stopped his heart.

"It hurts so much…"

The pain in his chest also made his face turn pale. Even breathing hurt. Fortunately, the Night Wanderer had a strong vitality and considerable self-healing ability. This small injury would quickly recover.

However, Zhang Yuanqing also realized the difference in strength between the two sides through the exchange just now.

This Bewitching Demon had sharp intuition and rich combat experience. Moreover, his physical strength was extremely powerful. He seemed to have a close-combat class.

Then he heard a thud. Ou Xiangrong had leaped onto the roof of a black sedan a few yards away.

Ou Xiangrong's ruthless eyes swept the underground parking garage. His tone was cold.

"The Night Wanderer of the Supreme Solitary Sect shouldn't be in Songhai. Are you the Night Wanderer of the Five Elements Alliance?"

"Hmph, a mere Level 1 Night Wanderer actually dared to sneak attack me. Let me think. A Level 1 Night Travel skill can't last for more than twenty seconds. How long can you hide?"

Ou Xiangrong was very sure that the other party was a Level 1 Night Wanderer. If he was a Level 2, he would not have gained the upper hand in the exchange just now.

If it was Level 3, he would be the one escaping now.

He was severely injured and weak, so it was impossible for him to defeat the Night Wanderer who was at the same level as him. The Night Wanderer was the same as the Bewitching Demon. They were both top-notch classes.

Twenty seconds? You think too highly of me. I can't last more than ten seconds… Zhang Yuanqing hid beside the wheel, holding his breath.

"This guy is ridiculously strong, and he hasn't even used the Bewitching Demon's skills. Let me think about the Bewitching Demon's abilities…"

He recalled the information about the Bewitching Demon in the official forum.

This kind of evil class had a powerful killing ability in the Transcendent Stage. After killing someone, they would enter a berserk state and gain greater strength.

In addition, once a battle broke out between the two sides, the Bewitching Demons could mark the other party in a special way. Even if their prey escaped, they would still pursue them relentlessly.

Finally, there was the core ability of the Transcendent Stage—Bewitchment!

Bewitchment was a mental control skill. It was released on its own and coupled with a super strong close combat ability, it was simply invincible.

Soon, the ten seconds were over and he was forced out of concealment.

In the next moment, the whistling sound of air being torn sounded in his ears. Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat and knew that Ou Xiangrong's attack had arrived.

He did not even dare to look as he threw himself forward and rolled, turning invisible again.

Clunk!

A deep dent was created in the white sedan's body by the whipping leg. The alarm echoed shrilly.

Ou Xiangrong glanced around coldly, keeping his guard up while provoking the other party with his words.

"From the looks of it, you're a student at Songhai University, right? Do you know that to a Spirit Realm Walker, exposing your identity means harming your family? After knowing that you're a student, I can take some time to slowly find you and kill you before exterminating your entire family."

With that, Ou Xiangrong gripped the willow blade in his hand and counted down silently, waiting for the rookie to show himself or attack.

What a lunatic… Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

Although he knew that the other party was goading him, he had to admit that he was starting to get angry. He did feel a strong sense of threat.

Zhang Yuanqing hid in the back of the other car, his mind racing as he thought of a way to deal with the enemy.

"This guy's instincts are scary. If I can't kill him in one hit, I don't want to risk a sneak attack. But I can't stay hidden forever. My physical strength will support me for two more uses of Night Travel at most. After that, I'll have to escape. The authorities won't be able to get here in time."

"If I let this guy escape, Grandma and the others will be in danger."

"The three skills of the Bewitching Demon are Berserk, Mark, and Bewitchment. The first one is useless if he doesn't kill. As for the second, I'm probably already marked, but the Night Travel blocks his senses."

"What I really have to fear is his close combat ability and Bewitchment skill. Sigh, if only it was nighttime…"

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhang Yuanqing had already formulated a plan.

That was to let the red dancing shoes be the main damage dealer while the useless owner assisted from the side, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

It was a good opportunity to test the power of this rule-type tool.

Bang!

Ou Xiangrong leaped onto the roof of the car again and looked down at the underground parking garage.

He counted down silently and waited for the enemy to leave his Night Travel state. Suddenly, he heard strange footsteps behind him.

This sudden sound of footsteps echoed in the empty garage, causing even the experienced Ou Xiangrong to feel a chill. He reflexively turned back with his blade and assumed a defensive posture.

Then he saw the source of the strange footsteps.

It was a brand-new pair of Western-style red dancing shoes. They landed together in the empty, quiet space three meters away from him, like someone invisible was wearing them for a walk on the spot.

This scene was so sinister and terrifying that ordinary people's legs would go weak and they would scream.

"A spiritual-type tool?"

As Ou Xiangrong saw the red dancing shoes, a message came into view:

[Will you dance with me? If so, please stay put.]

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