Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 193 Bloody Hunt (Daily 10,000 words)

Putting away his soul-guided ray gun, Huo Yuhao carefully inspected the fixed-mounted soul-guided mortar he had damaged. Only after confirming that his shot had not damaged anything did he run towards the hillside.

However, just a few minutes later, the four Soul Kings and several agility-type Soul Masters had all arrived. They had already heard the intense cannon fire from afar and realized that something was wrong.

When they hurriedly reached the other side, all that remained was a severed hand that had been blown to the riverbank. At that moment, a steel-clawed pelican was trying to swallow the severed hand whole, while a much smaller hummingbird was flying around the pelican's large beak, pecking at it and pulling out streaks of blood to stuff into its own stomach.

"Aaaaaaah!!!!!"

One of the Soul Kings let out a heart-wrenching scream as he saw a familiar storage ring on the severed hand. It was the storage ring that Earth Rat, one of their six core guard brothers, loved the most and often showed off.

"Fifth Brother, look at that! A Doppelganger sapphire storage ring the size of a pigeon's egg! Wow, look at the luster, the polish! I wouldn't trade it for a wife."

The enraged Soul King's fifth black soul ring shone brightly, directly crushing the Steel Claw Pelican and Hummingbird into a cloud of blood mist with his ten-thousand-year soul skill. Even so, the guard was still trembling. The thirteenth brother was dead, and now the sixth brother was dead too. They didn't even know the murderer's name, only his general appearance.

Even so, the Soul King still managed to suppress the flames burning his skull in his mind, his eyes filled with determination as he stared intently at the two Soul King-level experts beside him.

"Don't stare at us like that. The Soul King we followed is dead too. In terms of anger, we're no less than you."

One of the Soul Kings also revealed a murderous intent in his eyes. Someone had died in the settlement he was in charge of. If they could catch the murderer, their settlement's reputation could still be salvaged. Hanging the murderer at the door would not only restore their lost face but also enhance the settlement's deterrent power.

But the prerequisite is that they must be able to hold onto each other.

"Rat Shark, you go, be careful."

The leading Soul King gestured to a speed-type Soul Master behind him. The other party's Martial Soul was the Hard-spined Rat Shark, an out-and-out Sea Soul Beast Martial Soul. The reason he was able to recruit the other party into his mercenary group was to make up for the lack of river and underwater combat capabilities in his mercenary group.

At this moment, the tragic scene of two Soul King level experts being blasted to pieces by a fixed-mount soul-guided cannon is still vivid in my mind. Didn't I see that guy who was mourning his brother dare not cross the river in front of me?

The Soul Master called Rat Shark nodded, and two yellow Soul Rings lit up one after another at his feet. With a steel cable pulling behind him, he instantly dived into the water and disappeared without a trace. In just ten seconds, he had already crossed the turbulent river.

"Hiss—hiss—"

The leading Soul King picked up his level-two soul-guided walkie-talkie, which he had used for over a decade without ever replacing.

"Sizzle—Sizzle—I'm here. I haven't found any trace of the target. My Bloody Pursuit can't be triggered. The target has probably already left."

Even though it was just across a large river, the sound from this soul-guided walkie-talkie was already quite distorted. But even so, having a soul-guided walkie-talkie was still a matter of pride. In many cases, having a walkie-talkie and not having one made all the difference in how a team fought in the mountains and forests.

The reason why Rat Shark was able to join the mercenary group as a Sea Soul Master was not only because the mercenary group wanted to make up for its own shortcomings, but also because of his thousand-year soul skill - Bloody Pursuit.

[Soul Skill - Bloodstained Hunt: The scent of blood from a wounded and bleeding enemy, permeating the air or water, will be clearly detected by the Rat Shark. Simultaneously, the Rat Shark will accurately perceive the enemy's specific condition. If the pursued enemy is within a kilometer of the Rat Shark, its approximate location will be clearly discerned.]

The sharks' hunt for blood has lasted for countless years, and will continue for countless more, until one side is completely wiped out.

Upon hearing the information from the other party, the Soul King nodded with a gloomy expression.

"Let's go. Old Snake, leave a mark in front of the cable car."

After saying that, the Soul Kings stepped onto the steel cable that the rat shark had pulled across the river, their toes touching the cable, and crossed the river at an extremely fast speed.

The other Soul Masters immediately followed suit. The purple Soul Ring under the feet of the Soul Master known as Old Snake lit up, and the illusory energy behind his buttocks condensed into an extremely thick snake tail, which then suddenly extended to more than twenty meters.

The old snake turned around, and its thick tail lashed out like a long whip, striking the bushes beneath its feet and carving a path from the riverside woods to the location of the steel cable.

After doing all this, the old snake caught up with the group and lightly leaped onto the steel cable.

"Blood Bull, over here."

When Rat Shark saw the group approaching, he gestured for them to come quickly. His gaze turned grave as he looked at the fixed-mounted soul-guided mortar that Huo Yuhao had reduced to a pile of scrap metal, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The mercenary known as the "blood cow" frowned when he saw the fixed-mount soul-guided mortar that had been reduced to scrap metal. He didn't understand why Huo Yuhao would do this. Was he showing off to them, as if he could just throw away a fixed-mount soul-guided mortar?

But soon, they noticed the ugly mark that had been deliberately left on the soul-guided cannonball, a mark unique to the continent's number one academy: a green-skinned, trumpet-eared, strangely shaped monster mark—Shrek.

An extreme chill and fear rose from Blood Bull's tailbone, slowly spreading throughout his body. What did he see? The Shrek Academy symbol.

"Damn it! You guys are trying to kill us?"

Blood Bull roared and moved slightly, standing with his mercenary group. The two Soul Kings and several Soul Masters activated their Martial Souls in perfect unison. In an instant, a dazzling array of light appeared in the forest. What made it hard to breathe were the two black Soul Rings, unique to ten-thousand-year-old Soul Beasts.

The guards also looked grim. They finally understood why the other party wanted to kill the thirteenth prince; they had met their match.

Five optimal spirit rings landed simultaneously beneath the feet of the two core guards, and the other guards followed suit, releasing their spirit rings as well. The atmosphere became incredibly tense.

"If you cooperate with us to kill that Shrek Academy student, you might still be saved; otherwise, you're dead."

The fourth guard, who had previously used his ten-thousand-year soul ring to crush a steel-clawed pelican and a hummingbird, slowly spoke.

"Go to hell! Those are Shrek Academy members, the emperors of the Soul Master world, fucking gods! Anyone who dares to mess with a Shrek Academy member will have a cannon barrel thicker than a thigh shoved into their mouth, blown to pieces, and then they'll announce to everyone, 'That idiot is an evil Soul Master!'"

Blood Bull roared furiously at the guards, his chest heaving violently, each breath filled with barely suppressed rage, as if he wanted to burn away the surrounding air. His face was flushed red with anger, and his eyes gleamed dangerously like burning embers.

(End of this chapter)