When Su Ming stood up once again, his long hair danced in the air. There were still bloodstains on his hair, and as his hair danced in the air, a few drops of blood were blown away by the wind.
"When we meet on a narrow path … only the brave will win," Su Ming mumbled. Su Ming mumbled. His eyes sparkled brilliantly as he looked at the male Shaman walking towards him from 1,000 feet away. Su Ming sucked in a deep breath of the air in the battlefield, and it was as if he went through an indescribable metamorphosis. He charged forward and charged towards the male Shaman, bringing with him a monstrous killing intent and a presence that would not allow him to retreat as he closed in on him with a howl.
A cold sneer appeared on the male Shaman's face under the mask. There was a hint of disdain contained within the aloof look in his eyes. He looked down on this Berserker. This person only knew how to dodge and only knew how to protect himself. This sort of person did not deserve to be called a Warrior in his eyes.
Even if Su Ming's arrival had made him feel that there was something different about him, he still remained as disdainful as ever.
The distance between the two of them continued shrinking, and in the blink of an eye, there was less than 300 feet between them. Wherever they went, the other Shamans and Berserkers who were fighting would avoid them. This was a corner of a large battlefield, but the battle between Su Ming and the masked Shaman in that corner was one of the more prestigious battles among the countless Shamans and Berserkers in the battlefield.
This was a battle between hunters!
If the male Shaman won, then there would be one more Berserker among the Berserkers he hunted. If Su Ming won, then he would end the male Shaman's existence as a hunter and replace him as the Berserker Hunter!
This sort of battle had practically attracted the attention of all the Shamans and Berserkers in the area. It had even caused some of the Hunters from the Shaman and Berserker Tribes in the distance to look over.
Even if it did not matter whether Su Ming won or the male Shaman won, it would not affect the outcome of this battle, but to Su Ming, this was his battle!
He wanted to win against his own fear and his own mind in this place. From this place, he would go through a glorious metamorphosis and create a will that would allow him to become a powerful Berserker!
'I must win this battle! I must win!' Determination appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He was not overestimating himself, but in truth, his combat abilities were about the same as the male Shaman's. If it was not because of the man's strange Shaman roar, Su Ming would not have been in such a pathetic state.
At this moment, he had found a way to fight against that strange voice. And that method was … the courageous one would win!
"Kill!!" Su Ming let out a loud roar and leaped up from the ground, charging straight towards the incoming male Shaman. The two of them crashed into each other in midair like two arrows that had been shot from the ground.
With a loud bang, Su Ming trembled and staggered a few steps back. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, but he did not hesitate. He rushed out once again and crashed into the male Shaman once again.
Boom boom boom boom!
In the short span of a few breaths, the two of them had already attacked each other more than a dozen times. The derision on the male Shaman's face was no longer there, but had turned into a grave expression. He could already tell that Su Ming was different from before. At that moment, Su Ming was very different from before. He no longer dodged, no longer tried to use his divine abilities, no longer only defending and protecting himself.
At that moment, there was a boldness about Su Ming that made the male Shaman apprehensive. That feeling made him feel as if he was not facing a body of flesh and blood, but a mountain!
A gigantic mountain that stood tall on the ground and would never crumble!
This did not mean that Su Ming's power and physical body had become stronger after he stood up once again. It was just that his gaze, his actions, his footsteps, and his expression had all turned into a presence, and the source of that presence was Su Ming's invisible will.
It was as if there was a power supporting him, not allowing him to choose to retreat. It was making him rather fight to the death than take even half a step back. That will was that presence, and it could be sensed by others. It was especially so for the male Shaman who was fighting against him. He could sense it clearly.
"What is courage? Su Ming, answer me." Su Ming hurled his fist forward. With determination and determination in his eyes, his memories returned to a certain part of his life in Dark Mountain.
"Courage means not being afraid when you run into wild beasts!" At that time, Su Ming was still a young La Su. He had used his youthful voice to answer the question.
"This is a form of courage, but let me tell you, true courage is when you run into a powerful Berserker. When you can't retreat, you will rush out and fight to the death!
"Similarly, when you face 10 powerful Berserkers, you will still do the same. When you face 100 or even more powerful Berserkers, you will still do the same! "Think about it, Su Ming. If one day I become old and can no longer move, and you want to protect me, you will stand before me, but there will be an endless amount of powerful enemies before you …
"Close your eyes and think about this feeling. If you choose to stay, then you will know what is … courage. This is what I believe is courage!"
"Will I die..?"
"If I stay, perhaps I will, perhaps I won't, but if I leave, perhaps I will, perhaps I won't."
"Then I will choose to stay!"
"Courage is a form of presence. This is not recklessness and impulsiveness, but a presence that is like a mountain, one that will make your enemy's mind crumble because of your tenacity.
"Courage is also a method to subdue your enemy. It is also a quality that you must have when you walk the world and become an upright man! "Su Ming, remember what I told you … Perhaps one day, you will truly understand."
Su Ming's fist crashed against the male Shaman's right fist. Sharp pain spread through his body, and he even felt as if his bones were about to shatter, but not a hint of retreat could be seen on Su Ming's face. Instead, he charged forward and once again engaged in battle with the male Shaman who did not retreat.
The more the male Shaman fought, the more shocked he became. Based on his previous judgment, he had already reached his limit in this sort of battle. Su Ming should be the same as many of the people he had met before. His mind would first crumble, and it would then spread to his body. Under his frenzied attacks, his entire body and mind would have the thought of retreating.
If that was the case, then he would definitely win this battle!
This was the training of a powerful Battle Shaman. Charge forward with an indomitable will! Defeat the fear in your heart, crush your enemy's will, destroy the minds of those who stand in your way, and make your enemy walk towards Su Ming as his mind crumbled!
"Courage, not rashness," Su Ming mumbled. Su Ming mumbled. As he moved forward, he turned around and imitated the male Shaman's actions. With a sweep of his leg, he charged towards the male Shaman. The male Shaman also moved and launched a kick towards Su Ming.
Booming sounds shook the sky and earth. This devastating battle attracted the attention of almost all the people in the small area of the gigantic battlefield.
It did not matter whether they were Shamans or Berserkers, all of them saw the blood coughing out by Su Ming and the masked man. The difference was that one of them had blood flowing out from the fog in front of him, and the other had blood flowing down the edge of his mask.
Su Ming staggered and fell to the ground due to the impact. At the same time he shuddered, for the first time ever, the male Shaman took a few steps back. When he looked at Su Ming, shock appeared in his eyes.
Su Ming was still the same Su Ming. His level of cultivation was still the same, his power was still the same, and everything about him was different. The only difference was that at that moment, there was a tenacious presence around him.
He had to win! He had to win!
There was no need for him to say anything. From Su Ming's determined gaze, from the presence he exuded, and from the way he charged forward once again, all those who looked towards him could clearly feel Su Ming's fighting spirit and his determination to win!
"Fight!" Su Ming said calmly. His voice was not loud, but when he said those words with that expression on his face, it was as if Su Ming had turned into a gigantic ferocious beast. That ferocious beast lifted its head and roared towards the sky, letting out a shocking presence.
The male Shaman gritted his teeth and a bloodshot look appeared in his eyes. With a low growl, he charged forward, and the instant he closed in on Su Ming, a glint appeared in his bloodshot eyes and he let out a roar.
That roar was the strange roar that had caused Su Ming's heart to tremble several times and caused him to feel fear in his heart that he could not control.
Almost the instant that roar rang out, Su Ming's heart also trembled. However, this time, even though a powerful wave of fear rose uncontrollably in his heart, he did not retreat. He lifted his fist and did not stop for even a single moment. Like an arrow that pierced through fear, he landed before the male Shaman the moment he let out that roar, and with his actions, he launched a powerful counterattack.
That was Su Ming's punch! One punch! One punch!
He did not know how many punches he had thrown. Booming sounds reverberated in the air, and for the first time, the masked male Shaman was continuously forced back by Su Ming. He was forced back one step, then another, and as he continued retreating, his willpower, his confidence, and his determination as a Battle Shaman were weakening time and time again.
In his eyes, Su Ming had already turned into a real mountain, a tall mountain that he could not cross and could not destroy!
'When you win against your fear, when you get a taste of bravery, how do you feel..? I hope that at that time, I'll still be by your side and listen to your feelings.' The elder's kind smile seemed to appear before Su Ming's eyes.
As he faced that strange roar, he hurled out punch after punch, and Su Ming found the feeling the elder spoke of. It was a …
'The feeling of winning against myself.' Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened them, he spread his arms wide and no longer chased after the male Shaman. Instead, he spread his divine sense outwards, and the small virescent sword charged forward. A large amount of balls of lightning gathered together and filled the area. Han Mountain Bell also manifested and charged towards the male Shaman.
The instant all these divine abilities appeared, they all fell on the male Shaman, who had a large amount of blood seeping out of his mask. His eyes were unfocused, and there was a hint of disbelief in them.
Su Ming charged forward as well. Booming sounds surged into the sky and shook the ground in the area, causing it to tremble. After a moment, the sight of all the people fighting in the small battlefield froze for a moment appeared before their eyes.
In that scene, Su Ming lifted his hand, and in his hand was a human head covered in blood. In the scene, Su Ming slowly took off the mask on the head …
It was white, with a cross-shaped crack on it … the Hunter's Mask!
I'm in Nanjing, and I'm talking about Renegade Immortal Publishing … The weather's so hot, so hot, so hot … I'm just a plump person, and I can't take it anymore. I'm in my room because of the air conditioner, and when I go out, I'm sweating because of the heat.
I'm about to go crazy. Hot, hot, hot! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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