Hibernation of Sound!
When Wu Ji unleashed this ability, all the sounds around him seemed to have disappeared. Lu Ping saw the people from Fifth Route advancing and retreating. He saw the youths behind him opening their mouths to say something, but there was no sound in his ears at all. Even the Soul Force that should have been able to hear through his Sense Perception had disappeared.
Lu Ping tried to throw a punch, a punch of the Soul of Sound. But the moment the Soul of Sound rushed out, it suddenly disintegrated. It was as if the Soul of Sound had never existed in the first place.
Wu Ji's hands were already behind his back. He stared proudly at Lu Ping with the aura of a grandmaster. But the people standing behind him could see that Wu Ji's hands were clearly trembling behind his back.
The Soul of Sound that Lu Ping had thrown out did not disappear into thin air. It was the field of Wu Ji's Hibernation of Sound that would rapidly and efficiently destroy the Soul of Sound. As a result, all the abilities formed by the Soul of Sound, including the basic attribute of sound, could not be transmitted due to the limitations of the Soul of Sound.
But the Soul of Sound that Lu Ping had thrown out with a punch was too much of a burden for him. In the eyes of others, it seemed that Lu Ping had only thrown out a useless punch. But in Wu Ji's perception, Lu Ping's punch was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, hitting him hard. The waves that were stirred up in an instant constantly attacked his hands that were using the ability, and even his heart. Outsiders could not see that he had just experienced an extremely dangerous confrontation. Even at this time, the ripples in the lake had not completely dissipated. They were still attacking his mind, making him unable to steady his hands.
And this was just a tentative punch from Lu Ping when the situation was unclear. If he had really used his full strength, Wu Ji reckoned that he would have vomited blood by now.
His Hibernation of Sound had an absolute restraining effect on the Soul of Sound. He could often defeat the strong with the weak. But the difference between his and Lu Ping's level was too big. The horror of the Six Souls of Sound could not be understood by imagination. In the end, he still needed to try it out for himself. As a result, after trying it out, Wu Ji immediately decided that he couldn't use brute force, so he could only use trickery.
Therefore, he was calm and composed. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked as if victory was already in his grasp. He wanted Lu Ping to think that the Soul of Ming could give up in front of his Li Yin Beetle.
However, Lu Ping laughed at this moment.
He looked at Wu Ji calmly as if he was watching a cute child playing a childish game.
Wu Ji panicked. Then, he saw Lu Ping wave his hand at him.
Flying Sound Slash!
If the previous punch was like a boulder, then this Flying Sound Slash was like a shining knife. Wu Ji was unable to see anything clearly due to the sharp gleam of the blade. His Hibernating Sound Field was torn into two like a rag in an instant. The dazzling saber light then slashed towards him with unstoppable sharpness.
Was it really a saber?
In that instant, Wu Ji was in a daze.
In the eyes of the bystanders, all they saw was Lu Ping waving his hand. At first, there was nothing. But suddenly, the power of souls in the surroundings trembled. A string of flowing Soul of Ming appeared out of thin air three meters in front of Lu Ping.
In Wu Ji's perception, these three meters were the confrontation between him and Lu Ping's Soul of Ming.
No, to be precise, it was not a confrontation. It was a sharp attack that he was unable to block despite using all his strength.
The Flying Sound Slash was a superpower that relied purely on the Soul of Ming. The Li Yin Beetle should have been its greatest nemesis, but now it was easily sliced apart. Wu Ji was the only one who could feel the despair in that instant. Right after, the Flying Sound Slash slashed into his chest.
The sounds that seemed to have died out suddenly came back at this moment. The screams and curses of the bystanders, as well as the worried cries of the Experimental youths, instantly converged together like a confrontation. These were the last sounds that Wu Ji heard. He had come looking for Lu Ping with the goal of "stalling for time," but in the end, he was only able to withstand two blows. One strike to test the waters, and one strike to kill. Just like that, one of the four retainers of the Lin Family, who enjoyed a reputation in Dongdu, had fallen in the snow and ice.
The other two retainers, Nie Rang and Yu Ji, had wanted to cooperate with Wu Ji, hoping to use the restriction that Wu Ji's Li Yin Beetle had created on Lu Ping to launch an attack. At this moment, the situation had become extremely awkward. One was holding a Divine Weapon, while the other was clenching his fists, but neither knew how to continue. The reason why they still dared to face Lu Ping was because their Six Souls were Soul of Ming. But now, it seemed that the effects of Soul of Ming did not exist at all. How could they, who had Four Souls Connected, have the courage to fight someone with Six Souls Connected? They weren't like the other people, and they knew clearly what realm Lu Ping possessed.
Lu Ping took a step forward, and everyone retreated.
The youths looked at this scene in shock. As experimental subjects, they did not know much about the organization, and so far, they had no idea who Lu Ping was. They had only seen him take care of two powerful figures with two blows, and then those powerful opponents in their eyes all had looks of fear on their faces. Not only did they not attack, they did not even try to test him out.
"You guys go on your way," Lu Ping said to the youths behind him.
The youths had been injured quite a bit in the previous wave, and coupled with the fact that they were already in a bad state from the torture, it became more and more difficult for them to walk as they supported each other.
Nie Rang and Yu Ji looked at each other. Their mission was to take care of these youths, but Wu Ji, who was responsible for delaying Lu Ping, had died so quickly, greatly affecting their mission. Fortunately, Lu Ping was only one person, and could not split himself. Once the youths were out of his protection, he could just send a team to deal with them.
The real trouble was right in front of them!
The two of them exchanged glances, and could not help but look at Wu Ji, who had already fallen into the snow.
They were companions with the best of relationships, but right now, they did not have the time to grieve. Their powerful opponents made it impossible for them to care about anything else, and after exchanging glances, they had already thought of what to do next. However, the pressing situation now was that Lu Ping had taken a step closer to them.
"Do I need to kill all of you again before I can escape?" Lu Ping asked.
Again!
Everyone noticed this word, and it was only now that Nie Rang and Yu Ji realized that Lu Ping, who had escaped from the organization, was very experienced. He had already realized that he could not split himself, and that he could not take care of everything by himself, so he began to pay close attention to their overall movements.
The two of them also knew that they could not fight him head-on, but the fact that Lu Ping had something he needed to pay attention to gave them an opportunity to take advantage of. The two of them quickly retreated as they waved their hands, but their orders were quietly transmitted using their Spirit Force. The people that had gathered suddenly scattered, and they seemed to be running around aimlessly in the snow valley.
Lu Ping could not help but frown, feeling a little helpless at the other party's move. He could only wave his hand at them and say, "I'll come back later!"
As he spoke, Lu Ping had already turned around, and actually started walking with the youths.
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