Douluo Continent: Targeted Thoughts, Winning Over Bibi Dong at the Start

Chapter 44 Unexpected Attack

Qin Heng's toughness is not just empty talk.

The result of that head-on collision was very clear; there was no doubt that he won.

The massive Martial Soul True Body of the Demon Shadow was blasted away by the power of wind and thunder. Although it did not suffer a fatal injury, its right claw, which was formed from dark soul power, showed obvious cracks, and black mist continued to dissipate, making it difficult to fully heal in a short time.

Judging from the force and speed of the attack and the soul skill used by the demonic figure, Qin Heng had basically figured out the opponent's style. This guy was undoubtedly a Soul Saint of Agility and Attack.

Qin Heng breathed a slight sigh of relief. He was least afraid of agility-type soul masters. The Asura Armor's defensive power was extremely amazing, and its sturdiness far exceeded that of soul tools and defensive soul skills of the same level.

Even though the Shadow Demon was two realms higher than him, without an extremely powerful offensive soul skill or special means, it would be almost impossible for him to break through the defense of this Asura Armor.

A Soul Saint specializing in agility-based attacks is never best at head-on, fierce attacks.

They rely more on speed, surprise attacks, and relentless offensives. But the Shadow Demon just happened to encounter the insanely defensive Asura Armor, which meant that his greatest strengths would be greatly diminished in front of "Qin Heng".

"The methods of the Fallen Soul Master are indeed bizarre, but no matter how bizarre they are, they cannot violate the basic principles of Soul Masters. The Shadow Demon cannot possess super destructive power that surpasses its own attributes out of thin air." Thinking of this, Qin Heng's fear of the Shadow Demon quietly decreased a bit.

Of course, he did not lose his vigilance because of this. After all, his opponent was a genuine Soul Saint, whose total soul power and combat experience far surpassed his own. Any carelessness could be exploited by his opponent.

In the next ten seconds or so, "Qin Heng" took the initiative to exchange several more blows with the demonic shadow.

He deliberately slowed down and used the Asura Cloak Claw to engage in a probing exchange with his opponent.

As he expected, the Shadow Demon's attacks were extremely swift and ruthless, with cunning and vicious angles, attempting to find the Asura Armor's weak points for a surprise attack.

But no matter how fast or strange his claw strikes were, they only produced sparks and dull thuds when they landed on the Shura Armor, and could not cause any real damage.

After confirming these moves, Qin Heng had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

"As expected, a speed-attack type Soul Master. Then it's my turn." A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his fourth Soul Ring lit up again, with wind-attribute Soul Power surging wildly. At the same time, even more violent wind and thunder power began to gather on the Asura Cloak Claw.

Qin Heng suddenly accelerated and charged towards the gigantic demonic shadow that was over a thousand meters tall!

With the added boosts from multiple enhancements and the Asura Armor, his speed was in no way inferior to that of the Shadow Demon, and he even had a slight advantage in terms of linear burst speed.

The Asura Cloak Claw tore through the air, bringing with it a piercing shriek, mixed with purple lightning and cyan wind blades, aiming straight for the vital chest and abdomen of the Demon Shadow Martial Soul True Body.

Demon Shadow clearly hadn't expected that a mere Soul Master would dare to launch a counterattack against him. His killing intent intensified; he wanted to kill this arrogant brat.

The shadowy figure transformed into a blurry black shadow once more, attempting to use its speed advantage to fight back and turn the tables.

However, Qin Heng had already clearly seen the opponent's movement trajectory through his Illusionary Eyes.

He stopped being on the defensive and began a truly powerful counterattack!

Each claw strike carried the explosive power of a violent wind and thunder, and each lunge precisely blocked the demonic shadow's evasion route.

The Shadow Demon, which should have had the speed advantage, was now being forced to retreat by "Qin Heng," its massive Martial Soul True Body constantly roaring in anger.

On the battlefield, the dark red Asura figure clashed fiercely with the huge black demonic shadow. Explosions, claw strikes, and thunderous roars rose and fell, making the scene incredibly intense.

The five Fallen Soul Masters in the distance were dumbfounded. They never imagined that a young man who looked like he was only at the Soul Master level could force the Third Elder to such a point.

Qin Heng grew increasingly fierce in battle, his killing intent intensifying. While suppressing the demonic shadow, he coldly declared, "Everyone says the Fallen Ones are unpredictable and far surpass their peers in combat power, but I see they're nothing special. Even a Soul Saint can't defeat a Soul Sect Master like me. Today, I'll use your blood to atone for the villagers you slaughtered!"

As he spoke, Qin Heng's Illusionary Eye Soul Skill between his eyebrows was quietly activated.

The demonic shadow, which had just been thoroughly enraged by Qin Heng's aggressive attack, was now somewhat out of his mind.

Adding to that, Qin Heng's sarcastic provocation made him focus almost all his attention on how to tear this arrogant kid in front of him apart.

He never expected that Qin Heng's real killing move was not the claw attack that followed, but a mental illusion that he had prepared long ago.

Qin Heng's spiritual power had already reached the level of a Title Douluo, far surpassing that of Mo Ying.

Moreover, the Shadow Demon was distracted at the moment, preoccupied with dealing with Qin Heng's physical attacks, and its defensive awareness dropped significantly, giving Qin Heng a near-perfect opportunity to strike.

With almost no hindrance, Qin Heng's mental power, like an invisible sword, instantly pierced into the demon's sea of ​​consciousness, forcibly constructing an incredibly realistic illusionary space.

The next instant, the massive Martial Soul True Form of the Demon Shadow froze in place.

The black demonic figure, more than ten meters tall, hovered motionless in mid-air as if frozen in place. The dark soul power wrapped around it also stopped flowing. Only the black mist constantly dissipating from its surface was still trembling slightly, indicating that its master was currently suffering a violent mental shock.

Upon seeing this, the five fallen soul masters in the distance immediately changed their expressions.

"The Third Elder?!"

"What's going on? Why did the Third Elder suddenly stop moving?"

They were filled with doubt and uncertainty, yet dared not rush forward. The scene of Blood Fiend being instantly killed was still vivid in their minds, and now even the Third Elder was exhibiting a strange state, which intensified the already strong fear in their hearts.

Meanwhile, in the illusionary space constructed by "Qin Heng".

The demon's consciousness was forcibly pulled into a dark, cold, and despair-filled world.

The moment the illusion took shape, the demonic figure suddenly realized that he had returned to his "normal" physical form. He looked down at his hands, then around at himself, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

"Is this an illusion?!" He reacted quickly and immediately tried to break free, but was horrified to find that his soul power was running extremely sluggishly here, as if it were being heavily suppressed by some invisible force.

Just then, the illusionary space began to change drastically. The surrounding darkness rapidly receded, replaced by a blood-red sky and a towering mountain made of countless white bones.

At the summit stood a figure with bluish-gray skin, a face covered in black curse lines, blood-red vertical pupils, and white, unruly hair like demonic flames. She held a scythe with black and purple demonic patterns, a blade like spider fangs, and an aura of resentment, giving off a cold and sinister feeling.