Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect: Starting with a Bond to God King Tang San

Chapter 75 I Treat Everyone Equally

The woman moved gracefully, chuckling, "Don't be so nervous. I was just a passerby who happened to be watching. I only wanted to see what was going on, but I didn't expect you, little one, to be so capable."

As she spoke, her soul power flickered in and out.

Deng Mu could sense that this soul power was far superior to that of the man in black.

During the fight, he noticed that there were people watching them, so he pretended to be very weak after the fight ended.

He was certain that the woman before him shared the same goal as the man in black: to kill him and obtain the divine inheritance.

With this in mind, Deng Mu prepared to attack the woman in front of him at any moment.

This woman may be beautiful, but he won't show her any mercy.

He's not the protagonist of a novel about soldiers or anything like that, nor does he have any domineering aura that makes female enemies willingly fall for him.

Moreover, the other party is after the divine inheritance, so he can't trust such a person.

Although he was a womanizer, he treated all enemies equally. No matter what unspeakable difficulties they had, he could only be at peace when they were dead.

On the surface, Deng Mu pretended to be exhausted, his body trembling slightly, panting heavily, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand seemed to be shaky and about to fall.

His eyes, however, were fixed on the woman in front of him through his lowered eyelids, not missing a single slight movement from her.

The woman moved with light, graceful steps, pacing around Deng Mu seemingly casually, but in reality, she was secretly observing him.

"Oh, little brother, why force yourself? Looking at you, you probably don't even have the strength for another round." The woman giggled, trying to probe Deng Mu and trick him into revealing his true colors.

Deng Mu gritted his teeth, let out a muffled groan, and pretended to stagger a few steps due to exhaustion, taking the opportunity to adjust his position and move closer to a boulder.

This boulder could serve as cover, and if necessary, it could also be used to aid in an attack; it was a move he had secretly planned.

"Hmph... Don't be so smug. You're not qualified to kill me." Deng Mu replied in a low voice, his feigned weakness concealing a fierce determination not to be outdone.

The woman raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued by Deng Mu's stubbornness. Her soul power surged, and she seemed ready to make a move at any moment.

Deng Mu caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, his heart suddenly raced, cold sweat trickled down his temples, and he looked increasingly listless, his legs going weak as if he were about to collapse.

Just as the woman was gathering her soul power and about to launch her attack, Deng Mu suddenly made his move—he stomped his feet off the ground, using the boulder as leverage, and shot up like an arrow, his Haotian Hammer, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, crashing down on the woman's throat.

This sudden, explosive strike sent a whistling wind through the air at incredible speed, making the surrounding air seem as if it were being sliced ​​by a sharp blade, producing a piercing sound.

The woman was shocked, never expecting Deng Mu to have such a trick up his sleeve. In her haste, she crossed her arms to block, and her soul power surged to form a shield.

"when--"

A deafening roar erupted, the impact causing the ground beneath their feet to crack and sand and gravel to fly everywhere.

The woman staggered backward, one of her arms was broken, her soul power surged, and a mouthful of blood welled up in her throat, which she forced down.

Deng Mu used the rebound force to land steadily, his eyes sharp, completely tearing off his disguise, and releasing his surging soul power.

Seeing that Deng Mu was completely unharmed, the woman said incredulously, "How is this possible? How can you be completely unharmed?"

She witnessed Deng Mu fighting that man in black firsthand, so she probably doesn't have much strength or soul power left.

Upon hearing this, Deng Mu curled his lips into a disdainful sneer: "Stop underestimating me. Today, you're probably going to lose your life here!"

Having said that, Deng Mu held the Haotian Hammer horizontally.

The woman gritted her teeth, enduring excruciating pain from her severed arm, but forcibly suppressed it, her face contorted with hatred: "Don't be so smug, the outcome is still uncertain!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her soul power surged violently in a vortex around her.

In an instant, the temperature around them plummeted, and a dark, inky mist spread out, from which faint, mournful roars could be heard.

Deng Muyi remained fearless. His Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul shone brightly, and his first Soul Skill, Life Shield, instantly activated. The pale blue light shield firmly protected him, resisting the invasion of the evil mist.

"A mere trifle of skill, yet you dare to show off your amateurish abilities before an expert!"

Deng Mu let out a low shout, his figure flashed, and he used Ghost Shadow Tracking to instantly transform into several afterimages, shuttling through the mist and heading straight for the woman.

Seeing this, the woman manipulated the black mist into several shadowy whips, their blades gleaming with cold light, and twisted as they lashed out at Deng Mu.

Deng Mu's eyes sharpened, and his Purple Demon Eyes shone brightly, easily seeing through the trajectory of the long whip. He swung the Haotian Hammer in his hand and unleashed the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Each hammer blow carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, the hammer wind howling as it precisely struck the long whip, shattering it piece by piece.

Taking advantage of the woman's astonishment, Deng Mu seized the opportunity, poured out all his soul power, raised the Haotian Hammer high, and brought it down with a bang, combining the exquisite killing moves of the Haotian Nine Absolutes.

With nowhere to hide, the woman used all her remaining soul power to create a shield to defend herself.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Click..."

The shield shattered, and the woman was smashed deep into the ground, coughing up blood.

"Please, please spare me. I'll do anything."

Seeing that she was about to die, the woman hurriedly begged Deng Mu for mercy.

He felt immense regret. If he had known Deng Mu was so strong, he should have helped that man in black back then.

Deng Mu frowned, his Haotian Hammer hovering in mid-air. Hearing the woman's pleas for mercy, his face remained unmoved: "Isn't it too late to back down now? You didn't hold back when you wanted to kill me."

He couldn't help but sneer inwardly. He knew he couldn't possibly let this woman go; only an idiot would.

He was already showing kindness by not tormenting the woman to death.

Tears streamed down the woman's face, her clothes stained crimson with blood from her severed arm. With her last ounce of strength, she crawled forward a few steps, looking up at Deng Mu: "I was blinded by greed, I won't do it again. Please forgive me this time, I'm willing to do anything you want."

Deng Mu's gaze was as cold and hard as iron, unmoved by the woman's desperate pleas. He brought down the Haotian Hammer in his hand with a killing intent.

"boom--"

With a muffled thud, the woman's eyes widened, her life force vanished instantly, and she collapsed to the ground, motionless. A wisp of her soul drifted away, as if whimpering in resentment.

She never expected that her beauty would not arouse Deng Mu's desire.

Deng Mu put away the Haotian Hammer, let out a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He glanced at the corpse on the ground, frowned, and controlled the Blue Silver Grass to cover the woman's body to prevent anyone from discovering it.

After handling the situation, Deng Mu determined the direction and rushed home at full speed.

This battle was very enjoyable for Deng Mu, but he wanted to find an opponent of similar strength to have a proper fight.

When he was almost home, Deng Mu changed his coat.

(End of this chapter)