Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

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"Commander, they seem to have spotted us! Everyone, let's get out of here!"

Wang Teng hurriedly reminded him.

"withdraw!"

Zhang Feng made a decisive decision. Before he finished speaking, the five of them immediately fled in the opposite direction from the Crimson Flame Bird.

"Gah—!"

The flock of birds behind us emitted a continuous shriek, relentlessly pursuing us.

A fierce chase unfolded in the forest.

Three hours later, Wang Teng and his group finally shook off the Crimson Flame Birds behind them.

All five were panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

Li Zhishu, who was the weakest, had weak legs and collapsed to the ground as soon as she stopped, barely able to stand up.

"Where...where am I?"

"After running for so long, where have we ended up?"

Li Zhishu looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and asked blankly.

They were so focused on escaping that they rushed straight ahead as long as there were no soul beasts blocking their way, and had no time to identify their direction. Now they have already lost their way.

Upon hearing his question, the others also hurriedly looked around.

Here, ancient trees reach for the sky, vines entwine, and mist permeates the forest, presenting a scene befitting an ordinary forest.

"This is troublesome," Yang Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head, "It seems we're lost."

"So what if we're lost?"

Zhang Feng remained relatively calm and said nonchalantly, "As long as the five of us are together, with one Soul Master and three Great Soul Masters, we shouldn't be in too much danger if we act carefully in this Soul Hunting Forest."

After saying that, Zhang Feng looked at Li Zhishu with a serious expression and urged, "Old Li, the most important thing now is to recover your strength."

"This is the Soul Hunting Forest after all. It's too dangerous for us to rest here without any precautions."

"Quickly, use your soul skill to make some baguettes to restore stamina."

"Commander, let me catch my breath a couple of times..."

Despite complaining, Li Zhishu worked quickly, forcing himself to stand up and release his spirit ring.

"First Soul Skill: My Baguette is White and Soft!"

In an instant, several palm-sized, white and soft loaves of bread appeared before everyone, each baked to perfection and emitting an enticing aroma of wheat.

"Everyone, eat quickly so you can rest later."

After Li Zhishu finished speaking, he grabbed the two baguettes in front of him and wolfed them down into his mouth.

The others immediately started eating as well.

After running all day, the group was starving. The two pieces of bread not only replenished their physical and spiritual energy, but also aroused an even stronger sense of hunger.

"I'm going to hunt a soul beast. You guys be on guard."

Zhang Feng gave a brief instruction to the group, then disappeared into the forest.

"Yes, Commander!"

The remaining four people stood back to back in a small circle, watching their surroundings warily.

Not long after, Zhang Feng returned carrying a four-season deer that was about fifty years old.

Li Zhishu, the "head chef" of the team, once again stepped in, skillfully starting a fire, peeling skins, and grilling meat.

Soon, the fragrant roasted venison was presented to everyone.

Just as everyone was preparing to enjoy this hard-won dinner, a commotion arose from the nearby dense forest.

"Someone!"

Wang Teng was the first to become alert, turning his head to look at the source of the sound.

"And there are quite a few of them."

Zhang Feng listened intently for a moment, then added in a deep voice.

Everyone immediately stood up, gripped their weapons, and stared intently in that direction.

The footsteps grew closer, chaotic yet dense, clearly belonging to a group of dozens of people.

Why are so many people gathered in the Soul Hunter Forest?

"Logically speaking, even a Soul Hunting Team would only have four or five people working together at most."

Wang Sheng said in a low voice, puzzled.

"I don't know."

Yang Sheng shook his head; he had never been good at using his brain for analysis.

"Could it be one of those people from that Baron Wildfire?"

Wang Teng suddenly recalled his previous encounter and guessed, "The only person I can think of in the forest with this kind of setup right now is him."

"possible."

Zhang Feng nodded, his expression turning serious.

After all, the Volcano Baron has a bad reputation, and judging from his previous arrogant subordinates, he is not an easy person to get along with.

"No way? We just ran into Baron Volcano's men, and now we've bumped into them again? What a coincidence."

Li Zhishu jokingly said, trying to find humor in the midst of his misery.

But no one responded to him at this moment; everyone held their breath and stared intently at the direction in which the trees were swaying.

A moment later, the group of people finally emerged from the woods.

"Wow, it smells so good! Dad, it sounds like someone's grilling meat!"

A boy's voice, young yet arrogant, rang out first.

Then, the branches and leaves were parted, the vines were torn off, and a large group of people appeared one after another.

The leader was a gaunt man.

His eyebrows, hair, and beard were all crimson, and his magnificent clothes could not conceal the cold and sinister aura emanating from him.

The man's triangular eyes, in particular, revealed a chilling gaze, like that of a venomous snake.

At this moment, a seven or eight-year-old boy was standing next to the man. He also had red hair and rosy cheeks, and at first glance, he looked somewhat cute, but his eyes revealed a fierceness that was inconsistent with his age.

The boy who just spoke was this one.

Chapter 107 Baron of the Wildfire, Conflict

The gaunt man was clearly the boy's father.

"Daddy, I want it!"

"I want that roast meat! And that kitten in the cage!"

As soon as the boy came out, his eyes were fixed on the roasted venison on the campfire and the jumping cat in the iron cage next to it, and he started pointing and shouting.

"Leave the things behind."

The man spoke, his voice hoarse and arrogant, "You can get out of here."

"Damn it! Who are you people?"

Zhang Feng's pent-up anger finally erupted: first, he was intercepted by soldiers when he entered the forest, then he was chased by a flock of Crimson Flame Birds, and now he was inexplicably threatened.

He took a sudden step forward and shouted angrily.

“Baron, I recognize them!”

Two familiar figures emerged from the crowd behind the man.

These were the two Soul Masters who had ambushed the Crimson Flame Bird before, the same ones Wang Teng and his group had encountered.

These two Soul Masters are named Zhang San and Li Si.

Zhang San was dressed in red, embroidered with bird patterns. He was short and stout, with a smile on his face but cold eyes.

Li Si, dressed in blue with snake patterns, was tall and thin with dark skin and an expressionless face, like a puppet.

At that moment, it was Zhang San, the short, stout man in red, who spoke.

He pointed at Wang Teng and the others, and said to the gaunt baron, "These are the guys who followed us and secretly picked up the scraps while we were distracting the Crimson Flame Birds!"

Zhang San and Li Si stood on either side of the man behind him, and behind them were dozens of elite soldiers dressed in uniform iron armor and holding long spears, exuding a chilling aura.

"Baron? You're that damned Baron Wildfire?"

Zhang Feng laughed in anger and cursed without any politeness: "I'm asking you, was it you who blocked the roads on the outskirts before?"

"How dare you speak to the Baron like that!"

Zhang San stepped forward and shouted curses.

"Daddy, I want it!"

By this time, the boy was getting impatient. He tugged at the man's sleeve again, urging him on, his eyes fixed on the bouncy cat.

Baron Wildfire remained expressionless, simply waving his hand and saying, "Kill them and bring the cat over."

"Fire arrows!"

At Zhang San's command, the soldiers behind him drew their bows in unison, and dozens of arrows flew towards Wang Teng and his men like locusts.

"Get out of the way!"

"Back off!"

Zhang Feng and Yang Sheng shouted almost simultaneously.