1789 The Meeting of One Palm
The whole battleground was deadly silent. The hand that had grabbed the Pirate Bone Sword was depleted of its strength. Blood seeped out the back of the Viscountâs head, and he crumpled to the floor.
âXenogeneic Viscount hunted; xenogeneic gene found. Xenogeneic beast soul obtained: Steel Centaur.â
Han Sen was so happy about this. He had obtained another beast soul, but he was still in the middle of a fight. He couldnât take a time-out to examine it just yet.
âWhere did this guy come from?â Mike and the other Barons were frozen. They couldnât believe any of this.
A Baron was surrounded by the Angry Steel Army. He had not been killed, and he had managed to kill a xenogeneic Viscount. It beggared belief.
After the xenogeneic Viscount was killed, the morale of the Angry Steel Army began to wane. The assassination was serious stuff. Seeing it really dealt a blow to their resolve.
Angry Steelâs face turned red. He was bursting with a scary flame. He bowed to Mister Ji and said, âMister Ji, I am going to kill that Baron myself.â
After that, Angry Steel Earl flew towards Han Sen.
Although it was embarrassing for an Earl to be forced to kill a Baron, now was not the time to be concerned with that If he couldnât kill Han Sen now, it would be a tremendous loss for the Angry Steel Army. Heâd lose most of his reputation, for sure.
âEveryone fall back,â Mister Ji said quietly.
Angry Steel froze. He turned around and asked him, âWhat did you say?â
âAre you stupid? Or are your ears clogged? He just told you all to leave,â the maid lifted her lips to say.
âBut...â Angry Steel still wished to speak.
âThis is your third time questioning the judgment of the masterâs command. The Taurus are bold.â The maid looked at Angry Steel Earl coldly.
A cold sweat broke out on Angry Steel Earlâs forehead. He quickly bowed and said, âPlease do not be mad. I am wrong. I will tell them to retreat immediately.â
After that, he commanded his entire army to fall back.
The centaur warriors were all shocked, but they didnât want to fight anymore, anyway. They were all happy to listen to the command and swiftly abandon the battle.
âYou get lost, too.â The maid looked at Angry Steel Earl with disdain. If he wasnât useful, she would have killed him already for questioning Mister Ji three times.
Angry Steel did not say a word in response, and his face was expressionless. He didnât look at Mister Ji, and simply returned to the camp with his army.
Han Sen was shocked to see the army suddenly fall back.
When the Kate that were boarding the ship saw the army retreat, they began to cheer.
Lao Zhuoma and the Barons, seeing what happened on the battlefield, looked nervous. They saw a shadow.
Mister Ji walked slowly onto the battlefield, along with the maid.
Han Sen, seeing Mister Ji and the maid, looked shocked. They looked like shura.
Mister Ji walked in front of Han Sen and bowed before him, saying, âI am of Demon. My name is Luo Ji. May I ask what yours is?â
When Lao Zhuoma and Mike saw Mister Ji, their faces grew pale. They did not know who Mister Ji was in particular, but they knew what the people of Demon looked like.
Demon was one of the higher races, unlike the Taurus.
âDemon?â Han Sen looked at Mister Ji, and then said, âIâm Human. The nameâs Dollar.â
âDollar? Thatâs a good name.â Luo Ji smiled, but he didnât care if it was a real or fake name. He continued on by saying, âDollar, you know that the Taurus are a subordinate race of ours?â
âYeah,â Han Sen answered.
âItâs good that you know that. Iâm not going to bully you, though. If you arenât damaged by my palm, I will let you go. I promise you that no one will subsequently try to bring you harm,â Mister Ji coldly said.
âWhat if I donât accept?â Han Sen asked.
Han Sen knew that if Mister Ji wanted him dead, the man wouldnât have spoken to him as much as he already had. He was here for something, and he wasnât planning on killing him.
âIf you do not accept, you will have to help me deal with something. And after that, you will be free to go,â Mister Ji said. âThat sounds fair, but you arenât a Baron.â Han Sen lifted his lips.
Mister Ji laughed and said, âI am a Viscount, but when I use my palm, I will gauge it to a level that rivals yours. If you find out I use more power than I should, consider it my defeatân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOkay, thatâll settle it,â Han Sen agreed.
Han Sen had just fought several Viscounts, but the Demon Luo Ji was not like the centaurs. He wasnât at the same level.
Luo Ji did give Han Sen a sense of danger, though. Han Sen didnât want to be reckless, walking into this. But with what was being offered, it didnât make much sense to reject.
If their levels were going to be balanced, Han Sen didnât think heâd have trouble dodging the palm.
Luo Ji smiled and raised his right hand. His fingers were really long, and his skin was really pale. It looked like the hand of a young executioner.
But when he lifted his hand fully, Han Senâs face changed.
As his right hand was raised, it gathered up a weird power. It made no sound or sense, and normal people definitely wouldnât be able to feel it.
But Han Sen was very familiar with this power. Many people had this power in his family, and he recognized it.
âThe Falsified-Sky Sutra?â Han Senâs heart jumped. He looked at Luo Jiâs hand in shock. Without a shadow of a doubt, the man was using Falsified-Sky powers. Or the shura version of those powers. He knew he wasnât wrong.
When Mister Ji heard Han Senâs voice, he laughed and said, âThis power hails from the annals of my race. It is Sky-Demon Sutra. If you can block it, I will never bother you again.â
Han Sen wasnât familiar with the Sky-Demon Sutra, but he knew it must be the same thing as Falsified-Sky power. And Han Sen also knew why Luo Ji was so confident in his ability to hurt him. Falsified-Sky powers never missed, and no ordinary combatant could ever block them.
After Mister Ji said that, he put his hand in front of him. He swung it like an orchestrator with a baton. It looked rhythmic, and it didnât even look as if there was much power in it.
Not many people could block Falsified-Sky powers. If that man used Viscount power against Han Sen, he didnât think he could beat it But Mister Ji was using power that equated to Han Senâs level. It was the hubris of arrogance.