Soul echo

Chapter 114 Power ([-])

Pfft!
After hearing Zhong Ye's roar, more than one person's head became empty, their legs went limp, and they slumped down regardless of their face.

The nobles who grew up under protection couldn't bear Zhong Ye's fury at all, just a roar made them tremble with fear.

There was no screaming or shouting, and everyone was stunned, unable to speak or move.

However, Zhong Ye suddenly drew out his revolver and pointed it at the nobles. They blinked and screamed.

With a gunshot, the hall became a mess, everyone was looking for cover, trying to hide themselves.

But the Grand Duke noticed that the pistol was not aimed at anyone, but pointed at a corner.

When the bullet was fired from the muzzle, driven by the flames, it continuously broke through the air barrier and shattered a porcelain placed in that corner, but a figure jumped out from behind the porcelain.

"That day, you were there!"

Zhong Ye pointed a gun at the person who jumped out of the shadows, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, who is your master?"

The Grand Duke stared at that person, took a deep breath, and after calming down his anger, he turned his head to look at Zhong Ye.

"...Young man, you are still young and have a bright future, so don't be so impulsive—think about it, if you killed one or several nobles at a grand duke's banquet, what would you face?"

"Wanted, hunted down."

Amidst the screams, Zhong Ye answered calmly, and then fired again.

The wanderer who jumped out of the shadow subconsciously wanted to dodge, but just as he reacted, he suddenly realized that the bullet was flying in the direction he wanted to dodge. in the wall behind.

The Grand Duke suddenly lowered his cane and yelled, "Enough!"

The butler beside him raised his staff at the right time, and all the screaming stopped abruptly. Everyone could only move their eyes like a clown, unable to move their bodies.

However, Zhong Ye pulled the trigger again.

This time, the rogue couldn't hide.

—His body was also immobilized.

It's just that Zhong Ye didn't aim at his head, but at his arm.

The bullet pierced through the muscles, and the wanderer's eyes popped out immediately, and he screamed.

A flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and the Grand Duke tightened his cane, "What exactly do you want?"

"Kill!" Zhong Ye replied without hesitation.

Even with the grand duke's self-cultivation, he wants to scold others. Is this adventurer really a stickler?Is he really not afraid of being wanted at all?
Zhong Ye pointed the gun at the wanderer's head, and asked again, "Tell me, who is your master?"

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the wanderer swallowed.

He didn't dare to say it, because once he said that name, he would become an 'accomplice' and would definitely be wanted.

No one wants to live a life of wandering, even if they only need to escape from Milan, escape from Yitrur, and flee to other countries to hide their names...

The Grand Duke took a few deep breaths, winked at the steward beside him, and persuaded him: "Young man, why don't you do this, I will guarantee that they will pay for compensation, and you know that killing a nobleman will hurt you." What kind of impact does it cause..."

"Say!"

Zhong Ye ignored the Grand Duke's words and pulled down the hammer.

The Grand Duke's hand holding the cane was bulging with veins, his eyes glaring, "Young man, you'd better—"

"It's Mikael Romano!"

The rogue not only called out the name, but also raised his finger.

Zhong Ye instantly turned the muzzle of the gun and let go of the hammer.

"Ramit!"

The steward raised his short staff before the archduke's angry call, and built a shield for the nobleman to block flying objects.

The warrior pulled the trigger continuously, and all the bullets were blocked by the shield, then retracted the pistol, drew the sword and charged forward resolutely.

At this time, people regained their ability to move. Many people fell down, screamed, and ran away in all directions, using their feet, hands, and limbs, desperately trying to escape.

The nobleman who was identified looked terrified. He was firmly locked by Zhong Ye's gaze, and he felt the dangerous aura rushing toward his face. His body was completely stiff, and he couldn't even bend his knees.

Only the head, only the eyes and the throat still belonged to him and were still under his control.

So he screamed:
"what!!!"

Zhong Ye swung the big sword, the blade tore through the air, drew an arc of light in the air, and slashed at the nobleman's head.

Ramit pointed the short stick, making the muscles on Zhong Ye's body locked together.

——Since spiritual spells can't control him, let him control himself!

Even an extraordinary person who transcends the ordinary with the attribute of "Physique" cannot avoid the phenomenon of "cramps", after all, it is the muscles dealing with themselves.

The muscles of the whole body were tangled together at this moment, causing Zhong Ye's blood vessels to bulge, and his skin instantly flushed.

However, the blade still fell down!
The sharp blade split the screaming nobleman in half, and a large amount of blood spewed out instantly and spilled all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, the youngest son, who had been trying to keep his composure, finally couldn't help it, and screamed.

Even breathing became difficult because of the tangled muscles.

It's just that as the breath circulated in the body, the knotted muscles gradually relaxed, regaining the power to breathe.

Two seconds later, Zhong Ye, who was frozen in place, suddenly drew his knife, turned around and slashed - the wanderer rushed towards him with a ferocious look.

At this time, the butler's spell had only reached the second verse. Seeing Zhong Ye break free from the spell, he raised his right index finger, and a scorching ray burst out.

Even though Zhong Ye was alert when he raised his finger, it was too late to dodge.

The ray left a scar on the warrior's left shoulder, and the high temperature instantly ignited the clothes, and the flames eroded the knitted fabric, scorching his body.

The tongue of fire leaping high licked the roots of the ears and pulled the hair, making Zhong Ye feel endless pain.

His face convulsed with pain, but the blade kept going, colliding with the rogue's daggers one after another.

Zhong Ye took a deep breath, turned his head and let out the strong wind, and the strong wind pressure instantly extinguished the flame.

But the wounds and pain were all left on the shoulder, pouring into the nerves from time to time, stimulating the brain.

While chanting the spell, Ramit took out the pistol from his pocket and aimed at Zhong Ye.

Feeling a sense of crisis in his heart, the warrior clenched his teeth, extracted all his strength, poured it into his left hand, and slashed with all his strength in another attack with the wanderer.

With overwhelming power paired with an extraordinary weapon, the short knife in the wanderer's hand shattered, and under his incredible gaze, the straight knife fell down.

"what--"

A wrist dropped to the ground, and the rogue let out a scream and leaped backward, away from the foe.

Several tentacles suddenly grew out of the ground, and they flung them towards Zhong Ye as soon as they appeared. At the same time, the butler also pulled the trigger.

The bullets and tentacles hit at the same time, Zhong Ye raised his arms, ignoring the pain and trauma, and swung the sword.

The sharp blade split the bullet, and the bullet that was split in two flew to both sides, hitting the two tentacles and deflecting them.

Directing the rest of his strength to his toes, Zhong Ye jumped up lightly, turned his body in the air, and split the tentacles with a straight knife and a big sword. It was astonishingly crisp.

Even the wanderer who covered his wrist and called out was stunned, forgetting the pain.

The warrior jumped and flipped in the air, and then landed heavily, the tentacles split into an unknown number of petals, shattered and dissipated.

Ramit didn't give him a chance to breathe, and cast the spell again.

A bubble suddenly formed in front of Zhong Ye's eyes, causing his pupils to dilate, kicking the ground in an instant, and retreating violently.

——There is a ray of light in the bubble!
Relying on his extraordinary perception, Zhong Ye's eyes captured this scene, and his brain reacted immediately to control his body.

Snapped!
The bubbles burst and the brilliance blooms!
The suddenly generated lightning swayed in all directions and connected with each other, forming a cage. If Zhong Ye hadn't reacted in time, he would have been imprisoned in this cage and constantly endured the whipping of lightning.

Hiding behind the lightning cage, taking advantage of the opportunity when neither side could see the other with the naked eye, Zhong Ye suddenly stopped, thrust the big sword into the ground in front of him with his backhand, swiped his right hand from his waist, and threw a throwing knife.

The throwing knife failed to cause any damage to Ramit, but successfully interrupted his magic combo and won himself a moment of respite.

——Just a moment is enough!

(End of this chapter)