The Protagonist's Career Starting From Hunter

"What's going on? Why can't I muster any fighting spirit against this guy...?"

As if it were instinctual, when Machi stepped back and looked at Bailang, she immediately felt something strange.

Originally, she should have had a hostile attitude towards Bailang, but inexplicably, she couldn't feel any hostility towards him in her consciousness, nor any intention to fight.

"What did you just do to me?"

Machi was filled with disbelief at her own unusual reaction. She quickly stabilized herself and loudly questioned Bailang with suspicion.

"Oh? Did it work so quickly...?"

Bailang didn't answer Machi's question, but instead looked at her with great interest.

From the way she reacted, it was obvious that she had noticed something abnormal.

Or rather, the soul imprint he left in her consciousness had begun to take root and sprout, and was starting to take effect.

Seeing that Bailang ignored her question, Machi gritted her teeth and immediately stepped forward, throwing a punch at him.

Snap!

Bailang easily caught Machi's fist.

"An attack that lacks real power. Your nen doesn't have any malice towards me, and the force of your attack is far weaker than before. Are you unwilling to harm me?"

Bailang smiled as he held onto her fist.

With her fist caught, Machi didn't struggle or launch a new attack. Instead, she looked at Bailang and gritted her teeth, saying, "Tell me, what did you do to me?"

Even though she forcefully launched an attack, her body completely disobeyed her. Not only did she fail to generate the necessary killing intent or malice, but her attacks also involuntarily reduced in strength.

It was as if, just as the other person said, her body was unwilling to harm him.

In this strange situation, Machi, who had rich combat experience, naturally guessed that she had been affected by some kind of nen.

A nen that could manipulate her own body.

"It's actually nothing much. I just made it so you can't leave me in the future."

Bailang shrugged and released his grip on her fist.

Compared to illusions, soul imprints were a more advanced application of "soul capture."

The effect was somewhat similar to "Ben-Tian Shen," which could influence others' consciousness.

Just like Machi at this moment.

Even though the soul imprint was still taking root and sprouting, and hadn't fully merged with her consciousness, it was clear that she was already being influenced by the soul imprint and couldn't generate any malice towards him.

Upon hearing Bailang's words, Machi's expression immediately changed unpredictably. Without saying a word, she turned around and ran towards a distance.

Bailang saw this scene but didn't stop her. Instead, he raised his hand and, with a wave, retracted the Xuantie Heavy Sword. He then crossed his arms and watched with amusement.

"Damn, what kind of nen is this?"

After running less than a hundred meters, Machi's speed slowed down, until she came to a complete stop. Her facial expression was also unusually complex.

In her heart, she screamed, wanting to continue running and get away from the man behind her.

But her body simply wouldn't obey. She had no motivation to leave, and even unconsciously felt a strong reluctance, wanting to turn around immediately.

Two completely opposite thoughts collided fiercely in Machi's mind, making her mood as complex as her expression.

After a short while, Machi took a deep breath and turned back.

"Welcome back!"

Looking at Machi walking back with her head down, Bailang chuckled lightly.

Although it took a tremendous amount of soul power, equivalent to the power of 200 people, to successfully leave a soul imprint under the opponent's powerful consciousness, compared to this consumption, gaining the opponent's loyalty was undoubtedly worth it.

"Don't get too proud. You won't be able to control me for long. Even if you don't give me a chance to contact my companions next, once they lose track of me, they will come looking for me."

Machi seemed to regain her composure and raised her head, revealing a calm expression.

Bailang raised an eyebrow. "So what?"

Machi sneered, "So either kill me now, or wait for my companions to come and kill you."

Bailang released his crossed arms and extended his right hand, reaching towards Machi's cheek.

Machi wanted to dodge, but instead of the intention to evade, her consciousness showed an affinity towards Bailang, actively leaning her cheek towards his palm.

"Forget about the Phantom Troupe members coming to find me. It's better to hope that they give up on you. After all, you don't want to fight against your own companions, do you?"

As his hand touched her cheek, Bailang straightened his body and patted her fragrant shoulder with a serious tone.

"Of course, you can also try to please me. Who knows, if I'm happy enough, when your companions really come looking for you, I might allow you to not participate in the battle."

Machi fell silent. Suddenly, she raised her hand and formed a knife hand, fiercely stabbing towards her own chest.

This action made Bailang's eyes narrow.

With his speed, he could naturally stop her, but he didn't do anything, or rather, he didn't need to.

When the knife hand was about to reach her chest, it suddenly stopped.

Cold sweat appeared on Machi's face.

This was not because she was scared after attempting suicide, but because she was struggling to gain control over her body.

The halt of the knife hand was not Machi giving up on suicide, but her consciousness preventing her from doing so.

"A resolute attitude, but unfortunately, without my permission, even if you want to commit suicide, you can't."

Bailang used his index finger to lift Machi's chin, looking at her eyes filled with unwillingness.

However, such eyes would not shake his determination.

He did indeed cherish beautiful women, but there was a strict criterion for cherishing them, which was that they had to listen to him.

"Alright, let's end the conversation here. From now on, adapt to your new life!"

Bailang lightly kissed the corner of her mouth and then turned around, laughing as he returned to the Heaven's Arena.

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