Should they run? Or fight?
Everyone had an answer in their hearts, but no one immediately revealed their intentions. Everyone was worried that their intentions would affect others.
So, they just ran and split up.
This was Morin's forte. In his years as an assassin, he had been weak in battle because he did not have a Soul of Power. More than half of his missions required him to escape. The fact that he was able to survive until now was enough to prove his skill in this area.
Mountains, rivers, villages, towns …
These were all places that Morin had escaped from before. To increase his chances of survival, he had even developed a habit. Everywhere he went, he would subconsciously search for a path of retreat, a path of retreat that was suitable for him to escape.
This time was no exception.
Once he decided to run, Morin had a clear goal and a clear train of thought. He rhythmically paid attention to his back as he methodically chose his path. He did not run very fast, but he did so in an unhurried and methodical way, turning, circling, and concealing. Soon, from his concealment, Merlin saw the commander who had followed him, look to the right and to the left at the crossroads, and then hurry up the wrong road.
"What's the use of the Connected Two Souls?" Morin walked out from a corner with a disdainful expression. From the start, he had noticed that while the commander of the Council was strong, he did not have much experience in tracking. It was true that the academy's supervision over the academy didn't really use this kind of talent.
Morin easily escaped the pursuit and walked back to the street, thinking about what he should do next. The rain poured down, and there was no one on the street. A pedestrian without an umbrella had his jacket draped over his head and was sprinting home, splashing through the water.
Pa, pa, pa …
The splashing footsteps were unusually clear and rhythmic in the heavy rain.
This person!
Morin did not sense any Soul of Power, but the clear and rhythmic footsteps made him quickly pay attention. This kind of weather, this kind of slippery road that was difficult to walk on. To be able to run at such a steady pace, this did not seem like something an ordinary person could do.
Morin suddenly looked back. The splashing water formed a straight line, and the rhythmic footsteps suddenly changed. In an instant, the man was already in front of him.
Matsuoka, the fourth commander of the Zhiling Zone's Board of Governors, had linked his chong and ming souls together. His ability, "Vanish", could almost perfectly conceal the circulation of his soul power. However, after encountering Lu Ping, his ability to hide and circulate his soul power seemed to be useless. His sneak attacks failed again and again. This made him lose a lot of face.
Lu Ping restrained himself!
With this understanding, Matsuoka naturally wouldn't volunteer to chase after Lu Ping.
Morin had locked on to this target. From the very beginning, he had hidden his Spirit Power with Vanish. Morin paid attention to the person behind him, but he treated a person without any soul power as an ordinary passerby.
But at the last moment, Morin sensed danger. Matsuoka was overly focused on concealing his Soul Force and neglected other details. Eventually, Morin realized that something was wrong when he approached.
But what could he do?
Matsuoka hadn't chosen Morin just to avoid Lu Ping. Morin had defeated Dao Ran on the Soul Point Platform. The Board of Governors had observed his ability.
With a cold flash, Matsuoka stabbed out with a dagger.
Travel with the Wind?
That was a pretty good ability! But the prerequisite was that there was wind, and this wind had to be carried by soul power.
When Matsuoka attacked, there was wind, and his attack was naturally launched with soul power. But the problem was, this soul power … Could Morin sense it?
This was the crux of why he had chosen Morin as his target. If he couldn't sense the other's soul power, then Morin's Travel with the Wind could not be used. And he didn't have a soul of strength. Wouldn't that be easy?
Fresh blood splattered into the rain.
As expected, Morin couldn't use his Travel with the Wind. With his physical condition, he couldn't avoid Matsuoka's lightning-fast attack.
Matsuoka smiled disdainfully. "You little brats really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. This world is much crueler than you can imagine! "
As Matsuoka sighed, he pulled out his dagger and pushed, wanting to make Morin fall. He didn't want to waste any more time here. To him, this attack was enough. Next, he would let this kid bleed in the rain.
Who would have thought that Molin would suddenly raise his hands and grab hold of the arm that he had casually pushed towards him.
Matsuoka sneered. What was the use? This guy didn't even have a soul of strength. Could he stop him by grabbing him? This kind of struggle was really boring!
Matsuoka swung his arm with force, wanting to throw Morin away. But he didn't expect an extremely strong tenacity to stop him from using force. His arm was unable to move.
How was this possible?
How could Morin have such strength?
Song Quan was surprised, but the binding force on his arm was getting tighter and tighter. Only then did he notice that his right arm had been entangled by vines. Then, his feet, his legs, the binding force kept climbing up, binding him, and pulling him backwards.
What was this? Matsuoka struggled, but it was useless. The vine had already completely controlled him. Shaking it off or cutting off parts of it was of no use. Soon, he was almost unable to move, but the vine was still shrinking, dragging him backwards.
Song Quan was good at ambushing his opponents without them knowing, but this time, it was finally his turn to be completely controlled by this vine that came out of nowhere without him noticing.
Morin, who was stabbed in the waist by Matsuoka, raised his head. His face was pale. Obviously, the stab had hurt him.
"You're wrong." Morin said, "Do you think I'm a naive student?"
"You're wrong. I'm an assassin, or rather, a killer. I don't dare to say that I'm a numb killer, but I've experienced a lot of big and small fights. The reason I'm still alive under such conditions isn't entirely because I know how to escape. It's very difficult to survive in this cruel world, especially for me. The one who thinks this matter is simple is you! "
As Molin spoke, Song Quan had already been dragged to the wall by the vines, and was now firmly pinned to the wall.
"Look at this Fushan Vine. It can grow even in the cracks of the wall. How tenacious is it? Legend has it that if they grow all over the mountains, even if the mountain is about to collapse, they can still hold it up! It's all thanks to the rain that they've grown so fast! "Merlin said in a gratified manner. Everything that happened in front of him was not luck or luck. He planted the Fushan Vine when he hid here. In order to survive, he would never be careless or careless.
"What do you want?" Matsuoka struggled, but it was useless. His Spirit of Strength had not reached the Piercing realm, so it was not enough to break the Fushan Vine.
"Now you want to kill me. What do you think I'll do?" Morin said as he walked forward. There was no pity in his eyes. Soon, he dodged Matsuoka's dagger from his right hand, which had lost its strength. Then, the dagger sank into Matsuoka's chest.
Then, without stopping, Morin left without looking back.
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