As Su Ming continued fighting in the battlefield, he sensed his own insignificance, but at the same time, he also found a path that would make him stronger in this brutal war.
Willpower. He would use the blood of the battlefield to refine his own willpower as a powerful warrior!
That willpower would not be destroyed no matter how many disasters he went through. Even if time changed and the world changed, it would still be like an inextinguishable flame that would burn everything in the world that tried to stop him.
'Not only will I survive this war, I will also gain experience from it!' A rarely seen fighting spirit appeared in Su Ming's eyes. That fighting spirit was like fire that ignited Su Ming's life.
He increased his speed and charged out from Zi Che and Yan Bo towards the Berserker Hunter from the Shaman Tribe who was looking at him from the distance. That mask, that white color, and the cross-shaped crack on it allowed Su Ming to recognize him with just one glance. This person was the one who had stabbed him in the chest with the long spear and had nearly injured him badly.
'Willpower is an illusory word. It's like the tenacity of a person's personality, like a ray of light in a person's life … but it's still illusory …' Su Ming held the small virescent sword in his right hand. The sword glare from that sword was nearly ten feet long. As Su Ming charged forward, all the Shamans who tried to block his way let out screams of pain and quickly retreated.
Because they had noticed that the person Su Ming wanted to fight was a Hunter of the Shaman Tribe. The murderous aura coming from Su Ming's body was also clearly not something ordinary.
This was a Hunter's battle. Most people would not interfere.
The masked man from the Shaman Tribe was staring at Su Ming coldly. As Su Ming continued closing in on him, he did not move. However, even though he did not move, he was like a huge mountain, giving off a false impression that even if the sky fell and the earth cracked, he would not be crushed.
'In this war, I must first have my own principle. This principle is illusory, but as I continue refining it in this war, then one day, this principle will turn into my willpower!
'When that day comes, I will bring this principle with me from this battlefield and it will become … my existence for the rest of my life!' Su Ming took a step forward and the sound of air being sliced apart sliced through the air. Lightning flashed before him and turned into eight balls of lightning. Han Mountain Bell floated in midair and moved forward with him.
The black lines in the area also flashed, causing a large number of ferocious beasts to retreat in fear.
"My principles …" In a flash, Su Ming was less than 3,000 feet away from the masked Shaman. He did not use his full speed, but it was still shocking.
"If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If people offend me, I'll definitely kill them! On the battlefield, be it active or passive, as long as someone attacks me, then unless that person is killed, I must kill that person!
This is my principle, and one day, it will become my will! " Su Ming lifted his head swiftly. The instant he was less than 2,000 feet away from the masked Shaman, his speed increased exponentially, reaching the limit he could reach. Under that extreme speed, Su Ming's body seemed to freeze for a moment.
Yet what caused that pause was his afterimage.
Almost the instant Su Ming's speed increased exponentially, the pupils of the masked Shaman, who was originally watching him coldly 1,000 something feet away, shrank. Without a hint of hesitation, he immediately took a few steps back. He was not fast, but with each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble. At the same time, he lifted his right hand and formed his fingers into the shape of a claw before he swiped at the air before him.
The moment he swiped at the air, the Tattoo under the masked Shaman's mask shone with a dark light, and with his body as the center, the air around him immediately started distorting, turning into a large amount of ripples that were rapidly spreading out.
The ripples that were spreading out suddenly bounced back from a spot by his side. The instant Su Ming took a step forward, the masked Shaman smiled coldly and moved swiftly. His right leg moved as his body turned, bringing with it a piercing sound as it sliced through the air. He used the momentum of turning around to sweep his leg horizontally towards Su Ming like a whip.
Booming sounds reverberated between the two of them. This was the first time someone discovered Su Ming's existence and launched a counterattack while he was traveling at such extreme speed.
The power of the male Shaman's leg first crashed into the ball of lightning before Su Ming, and as it rumbled, it also crashed into Su Ming's small virescent sword.
Yet the moment it crashed into the small sword, Su Ming's vision blurred. He could no longer see the male Shaman's leg coming at him. What appeared before his eyes was the tail of a ferocious beast charging at him.
He could not tell what sort of ferocious beast that tail belonged to. Even if he knew that it was an illusion and was formed by the Shaman's divine ability, the great power that came from it immediately struck the small virescent sword, and after a brief pause, it struck Su Ming's body.
Su Ming felt as if a huge mountain had crashed into his body from midair. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and immediately tumbled backwards. He retreated nearly 1,000 feet before he landed on the ground. He staggered a few more steps back before he managed to regain his footing. Blood trickled out of the corners of his mouth once again.
The male Shaman glared at Su Ming coldly and took a step forward. A powerful murderous aura spread out from his body. That murderous aura seemed to have gained physical form during dusk, turning into a large ghastly presence. At the same time it enveloped the area, there seemed to be an endless amount of vengeful spirits howling around the male Shaman's body.
Most of these vengeful spirits were Berserkers. Most of them had shattered bodies and were wailing shrilly. In fact, Su Ming even saw five Hunters from the Berserker Tribe wearing masks among them.
Su Ming's understanding towards the Shaman Tribe might not be great, but it was not little either. He had come into contact with them a few times, and he had seen many Spirit Mediums among them. At that moment, he could tell with just one glance that the vengeful spirits around the male Shaman's body were definitely not formed by Spirit Mediums.
These vengeful spirits had been trapped by the man's murderous aura for all eternity. They could not leave and could only wail in pain for an endless amount of time. Only when the man died could they leave.
'Battle Shaman!' Su Ming wiped away the blood at the corners of his mouth. Sharp pain was still coming from his body. The power of the male Shaman's kick just now had made Su Ming sense a terrifying physical strength.
This sort of power, this sort of murderous aura, this sort of method that was not used by Spirit Mediums to trap vengeful spirits was something only Battle Shamans could possess once they reached a certain level.
The male Shaman only used four steps to arrive before Su Ming. With the mask on his face, only the aloof look in his eyes could be seen. The expression on his face could not be seen. The instant he closed in, the male Shaman lifted his fist and hurled it towards Su Ming in the most direct manner possible.
This was not the first time Su Ming ran into a Battle Shaman. The Shaman Tribe had the most Battle Shamans in this battlefield, and Su Ming had killed quite a number of them. However, this was the first time he ran into a powerful Battle Shaman!
This seemingly normal Battle Shaman, who was one of the Shaman Tribes with the highest number of Battle Shamans, made Su Ming feel an incredibly great pressure. It was especially so when he threw that punch at him. Su Ming could vaguely see the male Shaman turning into a gigantic ferocious beast, and that beast's entire body was charging towards him.
Su Ming did not retreat. He had just set down his own principle, and he wanted to turn that principle into his willpower. If he could not win against this man, then forget about refining his willpower, he might not even be able to survive in this battlefield.
Almost the instant the masked male Shaman hurled his fist towards him, the Divine General Armor immediately manifested on Su Ming's body. However, the instant it appeared, it was immediately disintegrated by the powerful pressure coming from the male Shaman's body. It was as if it could not even exist under that pressure!
"Before me, the Qi in your body doesn't even dare to manifest your Berserker Tribe's Divine General Armor. You … what sort of Divine General are you?" This was the first time the male Shaman spoke. The moment he did so, his fist landed before Su Ming, and with a jolt in the air, Su Ming was forced back once again.
However, even though he was forced back, it did not mean that he did not retaliate. The male Shaman had scattered his fist through the air and did not land it on Su Ming's body was precisely because Su Ming's counterattack came from Han Mountain Bell, which was crashing down on the male Shaman's head!
That bell whistled through the air and charged towards the male Shaman. He lifted his head swiftly, but did not dodge. Instead, he shot up from the ground and charged towards Han Mountain Bell, hurling his fist forward.
Booming sounds reverberated in the air. Han Mountain Bell tumbled backwards due to the punch, but it was not damaged in the slightest. As for the male Shaman, he was sent crashing to the ground by the rebound, and blood flowed out from under his mask.
As Su Ming retreated, he immediately lifted his head and charged towards the male Shaman. The balls of lightning whistled before him, and the sword light charged forward. Yet the moment the balls of lightning and the sword light closed in on the male Shaman who was falling to the ground, the male Shaman opened his mouth and let out a loud roar.
His roar shook the sky and contained a strange power. That power was like the furious roar of a ferocious beast, as if it was a form of oppression that came from a higher level of life. It was like a mortal running into a tiger and his legs would turn to jelly when the tiger roared. It was like a child running into a wolf and feeling fear when the dog barked.
Voices, especially the voices of ferocious beasts, could often intimidate others in a way that was not something that could be controlled even if one wanted to.
The male Shaman's roar was like that. It made Su Ming's heart tremble. His divine sense became a little chaotic, and the light from the small sword instantly dimmed. Even the balls of lightning shrank rapidly.
This was the Shaman Art that belonged to powerful Battle Shamans under the unique training method of the Shaman Tribe's Battle Shamans!
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