Kapitel 105: Chapter 105: Level 8 Armor Soul Tool and Pseudo-Level 9 Stationary Soul Cannon!
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"Boss, this..." The clerk, holding the heavy bag of gold coins, looked back at Han Feng, confused and unsure.
"Go, now!" Han Feng snapped, sensing several powerful presences converging above. The clerk's hesitation vanished, and he sprinted away with the bag.
"Take care, Boss!" the clerk shouted as he ran, feeling a pang of sadness. He didn't know if he would ever see his employers again, but he knew they were the best he'd ever had.
A thunderous boom shattered the air, resonating like a divine strike from above. A formation with rippling waves of energy enveloped Infinity Soul Tools, creating a barrier. Four figures in different-colored armor descended from the sky, landing at the shop's entrance, their eyes locking on Han Feng.
"I've heard much about the Unnamed Master. It's an honor to finally meet you," said the leader, an elderly man in gray armor, his smile warm and inviting.
"I don't know who you are," Han Feng replied, his expression darkening. He swiftly gathered all the soul tools into his storage soul tool, his left hand glowing as they disappeared.
"Heh, that's fine. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Duan, an elder in the Sun and Moon Empire's royal court. We are here under orders from the emperor, inviting the Unnamed Master to the palace for a chat," Duan said with a friendly grin.
"No thanks. I'm not interested in any palace meetings. I need to leave now," Han Feng responded, his tone icy as he began to focus his soul power.
"Duan, why waste words? If he doesn't want to go, we can just drag him there!" A middle-aged man in orange armor, standing behind Duan, couldn't contain himself. His soul tool began to glow as he prepared to attack Han Feng.
The other two figures, also elderly, stood still but kept their eyes locked on Han Feng, ready to act at a moment's notice.
"You have one last chance to change your mind," Duan said, his smile fading as he delivered his final warning.
"No need," Han Feng replied. With those words, his Ice Martial Soul activated, and his Level 85 Soul Master power erupted. He launched himself into the sky, trying to escape the encirclement.
"Trying to flee? You won't get far!" Duan's reaction was immediate. He seemed to expect this move and smiled again, his expression becoming sinister.
"Take him down!" he shouted, and the two elders behind him simultaneously unleashed their power, revealing their Titled Douluo levels. They soared into the air, each channeling pure soul energy into the restraining formation, causing it to surge with blue light as its binding power intensified.
"Boom!"
In an instant, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky. Han Feng, attempting to escape, was forcibly halted by the restraining formation.
"Nameless Master, why leave so abruptly? Our Emperor bears you no ill will; he merely invites you to the palace for a discussion," said Duan, the elder with gray armor, as he stroked his beard with a chuckle.
The other two Titled Douluos appeared within three yards of Han Feng, their combined pressure descending on him like a suffocating weight.
"Unnamed Master, please accompany us. If you refuse, I can't guarantee your safety," said one of the Titled Douluos, summoning a spear that radiated the energy of a Level 9 soul tool, blocking Han Feng's path forward.
The other Titled Douluo conjured a sword with similar energy, standing behind Han Feng, seemingly sealing off his escape.
Even with three Titled Douluos surrounding him, two of whom were Level 9 soul master, Han Feng's expression remained icy and resolute.
Without hesitation, he slapped his storage soul tool, and a burst of cold light surrounded him. When it faded, he was clad in a suit of azure armor, radiating the power of a Level 8 soul tool.
"Level 8 Armor Soul Tool!" The two Titled Douluos gasped, their pupils dilating in shock.
Unlike barrier-type soul tools, armor soul tools functioned like traditional armor, providing close-fitting protection without hindering movement. The ability to create armor soul tools had, until now, only been theoretical—no one had successfully crafted one. Yet here was Han Feng, wearing a fully functional Level 8 armor soul tool.
"Who are you?" demanded the Titled Douluo with the spear, his voice cracking with uncertainty as he tried to understand Han Feng's origins.
Han Feng gave no reply. With his armor's power at its peak, he reached into his storage soul tool and pulled out a stationary soul cannon.
The sight of Han Feng drawing a stationary soul cannon caused a wave of panic among the Sun and Moon Empire's strongholds. The sudden realization that the soul cannon was not a Level 9, but a pseudo-Level 9, was cold comfort—it still had the potential to cause catastrophic damage.
"What does he plan to do with a stationary soul cannon?"
"Is he insane? This is Mingdu!"
"Wait, it's not a full Level 9... but even a pseudo-Level 9 stationary soul cannon could destroy half of Mingdu!"
The rising sense of dread spread among the assembled Sun and Moon Empire elites, including several other Titled Douluos. A pseudo-Level 9 stationary soul cannon, while not as powerful as a full Level 9, was more than enough to devastate a large portion of the capital city.
Everyone could clearly see that the pseudo-Level 9 stationary soul cannon was in the Nameless Master's hands. No one could predict just how much destruction it could cause.
"Nameless Master, this is Mingdu. Please put the cannon away, and we can talk things through," said Duan, the elder who had seemed so composed earlier. Now, he ascended into the sky, releasing his 95-level Super Douluo power.
"Unnamed Master, we mean no harm. Please calm down," the Level 9 soul master holding the spear added, his voice tense. They all knew what could happen if Han Feng triggered the stationary soul cannon.
Han Feng looked around, his face expressionless, as he scanned the gathered Sun and Moon Empire elites. No harm intended? That was laughable.
In an instant, he slammed his right hand down, channeling a surge of extreme ice power into the pseudo-Level 9 stationary soul cannon.
A sharp, high-pitched buzzing sound echoed through the sky as the stationary soul cannon activated, glowing with an eerie blue-green light. The air grew thick with a menacing energy that expanded at a visible rate.
"He's setting off the pseudo-Level 9 stationary soul cannon!"
"Everyone, form up!" Duan shouted, abandoning his focus on Han Feng to lead the Sun and Moon Empire's strongholds in a defensive formation, hoping to contain the cannon's impending blast.
Panic swept through the gathered Sun and Moon Empire warriors as the cannon's power continued to grow. This wasn't just a threat—it was an imminent catastrophe.
(End of Chapter)
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