Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 398 "White Owl" Liang Ting

The bald strong man tried hard to hold back from speaking at first, and still gave some face to the leader Wu Gensheng. But after hearing He Songling's big words, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the fierce light in his little eyes became more intense.

Describing him as a bloodthirsty beast is really an insult to him. Perhaps only a world-destroying demon king can describe this man's state.

"court death!"

A strong wind blew in his face, and the giant jumped high, and used his big hand like a palm-leaf fan to hit He Songling's head hard.

This giant man looked to weigh at least three or four hundred pounds, but his body was unexpectedly agile and extremely fast. In almost an instant, he crossed the distance between them, and his palm almost touched He Songling's head.

No one doubted the power of this blow. Even a piece of fine steel the same size as a person would be crushed into pieces by this blow.

But no one doubted that this attack could hurt He Songling. Not only He Songling, but even Wu Gensheng did not move. He did not even pause for a moment. Following He Songling's introduction, he picked up the tea bowl and sipped the tea.

The giant in mid-air saw the two men's indifferent reactions, which were different from the reactions he had received from killing people and committing crimes in the past few decades, and he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. But now that things have come to this, he can't stop, and he doesn't want to stop.

No matter what secrets this man had with Wu Gensheng, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he was very upset and wanted this man to die.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the giant fell where he appeared, like a fat wedge, with most of his body smashed into the ground.

He Songling is not Frieza or Cell, and he doesn't like to use his face to receive punches and kicks from his opponent to show his defensive ability. If it was a pretty girl, it would be fine, but this fat pig hand that was dripping with fat, let this thing touch his face?
Impossible.

"Hey, hey, hey, okay, okay, hey."

Normally, in this kind of weird situation, where the opponent is obviously stronger than oneself, anyone would stop and ask for details, but this giant was different. He just kept laughing eerily.

"Wu Gensheng, do you have any friends with this strength? It just so happens that I'm not satisfied with fighting with others. That idiot Wu Man went to the Wang family to die. It's been a long time since I met someone who is worthy of fighting with me."

Before he finished speaking, the soil around the giant man turned over, as if countless huge earthworms were crawling underground. Finally, the soil turned up, and the giant man was lifted up into the sky by the power of the ground.

When he looked again, the green jacket on the giant had been thrown off, and countless strange soft ropes like earthworms emerged from the countless purple-black holes on his body. It is not appropriate to call them soft ropes, although they can turn around easily, but when they need to be hard, they can be harder than fine steel.

"'White Owl' Liang Ting, right?"

He Songling had already recognized who this person was. After all, Liang Ting's appearance was too distinctive and his temperament was particularly evil. Others could not recognize him, but this white owl was hard to mistake.

However, in He Songling's eyes, Liang Ting was no different from an ordinary person. With his strength gained from five years of training in Europe, even if the elderly Zhang Zhiwei used the sword and seal of the master, and the self-destructive heavenly master's speed, the outcome would be fifty-fifty.

The old Taoist priest could almost strangle Ding Shiman to death with one hand, and he could certainly knock Lu Jin over with one slap. Liang Ting was not much stronger than the other two. Naturally, he just wedge him into the ground with one hand.

"Have you heard of grandpa's name?" Liang Ting licked his lips with his tongue, as if he was a hungry beast: "That's even better, come, fight with me, or I'll eat you alive!" "Kill him?" Wu Gensheng put down the teacup, his voice flat, as if He Songling was his fellow disciple, and as if this great master who was proficient in both mechanical devices and talismans was like an ant in his eyes.

This is normal. In the original novel, he could threaten Liang Ting with a gun to stop him from doing anything. Now he can propose to kill Liang Ting. Wu Gensheng knew that their strength was not enough to wipe out the Japanese army and ninjas. They were just bait. It didn't matter who could come back and who couldn't, and it didn't matter how strong or weak the people involved were.

It makes no difference whether there is one more or one less Liang Ting. What he wants is the stability of this operation.

Killing the devils is no joke, it is a matter of national concern. If they don't come, Wu Gensheng can't order them to come; but if they come, they must obey his orders, or they will die, and Liang Ting is the same.

"Forget it. He's so strong, just perfect for killing the Japanese." He Songling shook his head and took two sips of tea.

"You are completely heartless to others. You are using this method against the devils. The more cruel you are, the less cruel it is. Only when you hurt these beasts will they know how to be afraid. However, your disciple does not seem to be ambitious in killing people. Killing people does not make him happy."

"What do you mean?" He Songling's words were very calm, but Liang Ting seemed to hear thunder, which made him tremble with fear.

"It's meaningless. I'm not your leader, so I can't help you solve your doubts or save you from suffering." He Songling drank the tea, put away the tea set, stood up and said, "For me, the best destination for you is to die on the way to kill the devils. In that case, I can barely consider you a man."

"You fucking..."

Liang Ting was furious, and his "Black Tendons and Soft Bones" danced, looking like they were about to pierce into He Songling's body.

Then he asked He Songling to flip his hand from ten meters away and press the man and the mechanism into the ground.

"How about this,"

He Songling walked away with his hands behind his back, and stepped over his head. This devil, who was feared by everyone in both the good and evil worlds and could not be cured, was as ordinary as stepping on a floor tile in He Songling's eyes.

"If you can kill a hundred Japanese soldiers, or ten ninjas, I will tell you what you really want, okay?"

Liang Ting wanted to answer, but He Songling's voice just floated over from afar and the person had already walked away.

"Wu Gensheng, Master, what does he mean by this?" Liang Ting crawled out of the ground, staring at Wu Gensheng and asked.

"If he says he can help you, then he can help you." Wu Gensheng said seriously, "If there is anyone in this world who can help you, it must be him; if he can't help you, then no one in the world can help you."

"Okay then!" Perhaps it was He Songling's ability to knock him to the ground twice that gave him confidence, or maybe it was Wu Gensheng's 100% success rate in saving people that gave him trust. Anyway, Liang Ting clapped his hands when he heard this, and grinned with a hideous smile that could scare a child to death:
"In that case, I'll kill a hundred of them for fun. It's just right, I'm feeling really uncomfortable!"

Liang Ting put the mechanism into his body and sneered: "Your shitty Heaven-Transforming Magic Spell is useless. I have followed you for two years and haven't done anything interesting. I hope this person can help me. If not..."

(End of this chapter)