Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

Zhou Hu and Luo Xing exchanged a glance, and at the same time, their martial spirits activated.

A flash of light emanated from Zhou Hu, and the heavy sword in his hand instantly turned as black as ink. The blade was broad and thick, exuding a heavy sense of power. His muscles bulged, and he seemed to have grown taller overnight, radiating a fierce aura.

He grinned, gripped the hilt of his sword, and said, "Let me show you what a true heavy sword with no edge really looks like."

Luo Xing was completely different. Pale blue feathers appeared on his arms, making his body light and agile; he could float several meters away with a light touch of his toes. His martial soul was the Lark, an agility-based attack, where speed was his greatest advantage.

"superior!"

Zhou Hu charged forward first. Each step he took shook the ground, his heavy sword trailing behind him with a whistling sound. The mist-shrouded owl, startled awake, let out a sharp cry and spread its wings, ready to take flight—

But Liu Yue had already made her move.

"A web of silk threads."

Her fingers flew across her body, countless fine threads shooting out from her fingertips. These threads, as thin as hair, were incredibly strong, weaving a large net in the air that precisely targeted the mist owl.

The misty forest owl had barely spread its wings halfway when it became entangled in silk threads. It struggled desperately, its sharp feathers cutting through the threads with a piercing screeching sound, but the silk threads of the willow moon were extremely resilient, and it couldn't break free for a while.

Liu Yue gritted her teeth, her fingers trembling as she controlled the tension of the silk threads. "Trying to break free? Not so easy!"

Luo Xing seized the opportunity. He was as fast as lightning, and in a few leaps he rushed to the side of the Fogwood Owl, delivering a powerful chop to its back.

"Bang!"

A dull thud. The mist owl cried out in pain, its body twisting violently, breaking several of its silken threads.

"Watch out!" Liu Yue's expression changed, and her ten fingers flew, wrapping more silk threads around it.

Zhou Hu had already rushed forward. He gripped his sword with both hands and shouted, "Heavy Sword One-Word Slash!"

The jet-black greatsword was raised high, then slashed down with immense force. The Mistwood Owl desperately tried to dodge, but Willow Moon's silken threads entangled its wings, preventing it from escaping. The greatsword struck its side, blood splattering and feathers flying everywhere.

The mist owl was completely enraged.

It opened its mouth and spewed out a cloud of white, icy mist, instantly enveloping an area of ​​several meters around it. Zhou Hu was the first to be hit, enveloped by the icy mist, and his movements were visibly slowed down—the icy mist not only obscured his vision but also reduced his speed.

"Damn it, it's so cold!" Zhou Hu hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. The Mist Owl's sharp claws slashed down, leaving three bloody gashes on his shoulder.

"Brother Zhou!" Liu Yue cried out anxiously. She pulled hard with both hands, and the silk thread tightened suddenly, forcibly pulling the mist owl back a step, allowing Zhou Hu to escape.

Luo Xing attacked from the side, striking the Fogwood Owl on the neck with a palm strike. Although his palm strike was not as powerful as Zhou Hu's, it was faster, and he struck the Fogwood Owl repeatedly, forcing it to retreat.

"Old Luo, hold it off!" Zhou Hu gritted his teeth and stood firm, ignoring the wound on his shoulder, and raised his heavy sword again.

Liu Yue tightened the silk threads in coordination. Her silk-wrapping technique had two variations—the silk-wrapping net was for strangulation, and the other was… She took a deep breath, her ten fingers flying, and the silk threads suddenly became straight, like steel needles, piercing the mist owl from all directions.

"Silk winding needle!"

The forest owl shrieked in pain, blood seeping from its body. It struggled desperately, finally breaking free of the last silken thread, and spread its wings to take flight—

Just then, dozens of tiny ice crystals flew from the side and slammed into the head of the mist owl.

It is Luo Yun.

He hid behind a tree, a handful of ice appearing in his hand. It was ice crystals condensed from his martial soul, without any soul skills, purely a physical attack, no different from throwing stones.

But those few stones hit just the right spot.

The misty owl, just about to take off, was startled by the impact and instinctively turned its head to look—

In that brief moment of pause, Zhou Hu's heavy sword had already arrived.

"Heavy Sword Lion Slash!"

This sword strike carried all of his soul power, and the jet-black blade even emitted a faint glow. The heavy sword slammed into the neck of the Mist Owl, and blood gushed out, splattering all over Zhou Hu.

The misty owl let out a miserable cry and fell from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground.

It was still struggling, its wings flapping desperately, its claws digging deep grooves into the ground.

"Xiao Yun, hurry!" Zhou Hu shouted.

Luo Xing drew a short knife from his waist and shoved it into Luo Yun's hand: "Go, deliver the final blow!"

Luo Yun gripped his short knife and charged toward the fallen Mistwood Owl.

As the mist-shrouded owl saw him charging towards it, a fierce glint flashed in its eyes, and it opened its beak to unleash its final burst of icy mist—

But its injuries were too severe; it could only exhale half of that icy mist before it dissipated into a light fog.

Luo Yun rushed in front of it, aimed at its neck, and stabbed it hard.

The short knife sank into the flesh.

The forest owl twitched twice, then finally stopped moving.

Luo Yun, panting heavily, loosened his grip on the knife handle and took two steps back.

A pale yellow halo rose from its corpse, slowly condensing into the shape of a soul ring.

Liu Yue exclaimed with delight, "It's done!"

Zhou Hu plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, blood still seeping from the wound on his shoulder. Luo Xing quickly went over to bandage him.

Luo Yun stared at the spirit ring, a surge of inexplicable excitement welling up inside him.

"Xiao Yun, sit down and absorb the essence quickly," Luo Xing urged. "We'll protect you."

Luo Yun nodded, sat cross-legged beside the corpse of the Mist Forest Owl, took a deep breath, and guided the pale yellow light into his body.

The moment the spirit ring entered his body, a surge of icy energy rushed into his meridians. The energy was chilling, rampaging through his body and causing waves of sharp pain. Veins bulged on Luo Yun's forehead, his face flushed an unnatural red, and he trembled violently as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar. But he gritted his teeth, forcefully suppressing the cry of pain that welled up in his mouth.

What the others didn't know was that this Mist Forest Owl had recently fought with other soul beasts and was currently in a weakened state, its luster dimmed, which led them to misjudge its age—its true age was over six hundred years.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

After an unknown amount of time, the pain gradually subsided.

Luo Yun opened his eyes.

A pale yellow spirit ring was slowly rotating around his body.

My first spirit ring is in hand.

"How are you feeling?" Luo Xing asked nervously.

Luo Yun stood up and stretched his body. Although he was still a little sore, he felt an unprecedented surge of strength within him.

He raised his right hand, a thought forming in his mind.

The pale yellow spirit ring shone brightly, and he opened his mouth, spewing out a cloud of white icy mist. Unlike the icy mist spewed out by the Mist Owl earlier, this icy mist moved slowly with his will, and wherever it went, the temperature plummeted, and the grass and trees were covered in frost.

"Is this the ice mist from earlier?" Liu Yue asked in surprise.

Luo Yun made another thought, and the icy mist drifted to the left front, then to the right front, and finally slowly dissipated in front of him.

"Yes." He smiled. "I can control its movement and designate targets. Anyone covered by the ice mist will be slowed down by twenty percent."

Liu Yue's eyes lit up: "Great skill! Control-type characters need this kind of area-limiting skill that they can actively control."

Zhou Hu stood up; his shoulder was already bandaged. He glanced at the sky. "Alright, we've got the spirit ring now. Hurry back. Your mother must be getting impatient at home."

Luo Yun nodded, and also took the carcass of the mist owl with him.

The four embarked on their journey home.