The bald man's expression was equally grim. He nodded at his companion beside him to show he understood, then immediately turned his gaze back to where Tang San stood. He wouldn't dare be careless facing an enemy with such bizarre methods.
But things didn't go as planned. In the brief moment he turned to exchange glances with his companion, when he looked back, Tang San was gone.
"What?"
Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Tang San quickly circled back behind the two. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand glowed brightly as he slammed it hard towards the fat man's head. A sound of bones shattering echoed. When the bald man turned back to look at his companion, all he saw was the fat man's horrific corpse.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
"The one who's killing you."
Tang San's cold and brief words sent a shiver down the bald man's spine. In just two exchanges, he knew he was no match for the person before him. But he didn't want to die here. Six Spirit Rings, one white, two yellow, two purple, and one black, rose sequentially. The bald man's Martial Soul was a creature resembling a horse. With all his state Soul Skills activated, he fled rapidly into the distance, completely unwilling to confront Tang San head-on.
Seeing this, a cold smile played on Tang San's lips. When it came to speed, he wasn't afraid.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was activated again. With a few flashes, Tang San caught up to the bald man who was running at full speed. The Clear Sky Hammer was raised above his head once more.
Feeling the wind breaking sound of the giant hammer swinging behind him, the bald man was scared out of his wits. He kicked back with a horse-like maneuver.
"Ah!"
Another piercing scream rang out. How could his ordinary double kick possibly be a match for the Clear Sky Hammer, the world's number one tool Martial Soul? After the collision, the bald man's leg bones snapped simultaneously. With a scream, he was sent flying dozens of meters away, only stopping when he crashed into a large tree beside him.
The bald man had survived in Slaughter Town for so long, experiencing no fewer than a hundred battles, both big and small. But even so, the intense pain from his legs caused cold sweat to constantly break out on his forehead. At the same time, waves of despair washed over him. He knew that a large part of his strength came from his legs. Now that his legs were broken, he was practically helpless.
Looking at Tang San approaching step by step with the large hammer in hand, the bald man's eyes were filled with fear, wanting to retreat, but completely unable to due to the severe injuries to his legs. Seeing the other party raise the large hammer again, the man could only humble himself and beg for mercy on the ground without any dignity:
"Please, sir, forgive my offense. You and your companions must be unfamiliar with the environment as you've just arrived. I can be your guide and will obey your commands completely from now on. Please spare my life."
Seeing the other party was so decisive, Tang San didn't rush to act. Instead, he looked the bald man up and down before asking:
"Name, how long have you been here, and why."
"Sir, my name is Worton. Because I encountered a Spirit Hall team hunting for Spirit Rings and a Soul Bone dropped, I became greedy and killed all those people to steal the Soul Bone and escape. Later, I was pursued by Spirit Hall and had no choice but to enter the territory of Slaughter Town. It's been two years."
Tang San raised an eyebrow slightly. An enemy of Spirit Hall? Then it might be possible to spare this person's life.
Without explaining further, Blue Silver Grass emerged from the ground, firmly binding the big man's waist. Tang San intended to take him back to the house.
But the bald big man didn't know this. He thought Tang San still wanted his life and kept begging for mercy while struggling desperately.
"Sir, please spare my life. I'm very familiar with the town's environment and can save you a lot of trouble, sir..."
"Stop arguing. I'm not killing you. Can you even walk by yourself right now?"
"Uh..."
Hearing Tang San say he wouldn't kill him, the bald man instantly breathed a sigh of relief. As he relaxed, the pain in his legs returned, and only then did he understand Tang San's intention. He stayed put obediently, no longer struggling pointlessly, and let the other party drag him towards the wooden house.
Upon reaching the wooden house, Tang San stopped. He looked at the line of corpses, his gaze shifting constantly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and used the Blue Silver Grass to bind all the corpses as well, dragging them into the wooden house together.
Ma Hongjun, hearing the commotion, immediately looked towards the door. Seeing Tang San dragging in a pile of corpses and a pale-faced bald man, a look of deep confusion appeared in his eyes.
"Damn, Tang San, why drag them back after you kill them? Just toss them far away. I didn't really feel like eating before, and now I feel like it even less. Pity my beautiful marbled fat."
Ignoring the fat man's antics, Tang San looked at him with a serious expression and said:
"Don't you want to know what Oscar discovered? And why he absolutely had to leave?"
"Why?"
Hearing Tang San willing to talk about it, the fat man immediately put away his playful expression. He hadn't asked along the way not because he didn't want to know, but because he was worried about something bad happening if he knew things he shouldn't.
Now seeing Tang San willing to speak, Ma Hongjun immediately put on a look of eager listening.
"Watch carefully."
Tang San didn't intend to explain much. Four yellow and two black Spirit Rings with a unique configuration rose sequentially from the Blue Silver Grass. As the fat man's mouth twitched slightly, the fifth black Spirit Ring clearly radiated light. Countless vines erupted from the floor inside the house, piercing straight into the corpses of the Fallen.
Under Ma Hongjun and the bald man's horrified gazes, all the corpses visibly began to shrivel. At the same time, the piercing Blue Silver Grass started to pulsate like blood vessels, as if absorbing some kind of energy.
After a while, all the corpses on the floor turned into mummy-like dried corpses. And Tang San used his Sixth Spirit Skill again, sending several Blue Silver Grass roots straight towards Worton behind him.
Seeing this scene, the bald Worton almost peed his pants. He had just witnessed what the other party did with his own eyes and thought Tang San was going to do the same to him.
"No, no, sir, I..."
Worton, in his panic, hadn't even managed to say a complete sentence before the blood-vessel-like Blue Silver Grass pierced into his body. As the Blue Silver Grass pulsed again, the blood and Soul Power nutrients absorbed from the corpses were slowly injected into his body.
Worton's severely injured leg bones began to crackle, and his body slowly started to expand. The entire process lasted for several tens of minutes before the bald Worton finally got up again, examining his body in disbelief.
"This... this..."
"My injuries are all healed? And my Soul Power has even increased to Level 68."
Worton looked at Tang San again with reverence, as if he were a god. He had never heard of such bizarre methods, but this didn't affect his shrewdness. He immediately knelt on the ground and pledged his loyalty to Tang San.
"Sir, Worton is willing to die for you. Please accept me to serve you."
Tang San ignored him and kept observing Ma Hongjun's expression. Compared to Worton's ecstasy, the fat man was now completely dumbfounded.
"Tang... Tang San, doing... doing this will get us hunted down by the entire continent, right?"
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