novelraw Chapter 379 - 125: The Great Anyang Brawl
Chapter 379 - 125: The Great Anyang Brawl
The Nascent Soul is still in its infancy, and its foundation is crippled. No wonder he couldn’t sense the gap between this Black Dragon Nascent Soul and his ideal Nascent Soul no matter what he tried.
Even the transformation of a Complete Witch couldn’t achieve it. A Complete Witch isn’t a Magical Girl who can accomplish impossible things by relying on the Miracle Seed of wishes.
It’s more dependent on physical hardware, so attempting a direct transformation is almost impossible.
He could only summon such a crippled thing as the Nascent Soul Dominant Form...
Suddenly, the Black Dragon Nascent Soul felt a nonexistent chill rise.
However, Jiang Si recalled Yin Luo.
Back then, Yin Luo hadn’t even undergone the Full Witch surgery but still successfully transformed into a Witch.
He thought he should also be able to transform into a Witch using the Miracle Seed directly.
But the necessary drugs and the specific steps for it were still unclear; he’d have to ask Xilan...
After three or four days of continuous meditation, he felt his body had somewhat rusted.
When he came out of the basement, he couldn’t help but start moving his body.
The Witch Association didn’t have any fitness equipment. It was really impoverished and didn’t even have a punching bag...
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
The sounds of unhurried applause slowly resonated from the side. Jiang Si paused for a moment but continued to walk forward without looking.
"Si Motu."
"From our first remote conversation to our formal meeting now, it hasn’t been that long, and you’ve become the person in charge of East China," the person clapping said slowly, "That’s really impressive."
"Congratulations, truly a cause for celebration."
The sound of applause subsided with the congratulatory words and then turned piercingly sharp:
"...Si Motu!"
"Si Motu!" The voice behind suddenly grew louder, "You bastard who borrows and never returns things!!"
Footsteps quickly approached from behind along with the roar, "Give Xilan back to me!!"
Actually, Jiang Si had already noticed before he came out; the steps were unstable, and the reactions were sluggish, with no decent movements.
Except for the weapon in hand, tainted with some filthy magic power, he wasn’t even as good as an ordinary person.
He should belong to the Witch Association.
But he couldn’t think of a reason for the Witch Association members to attack him at this time. Was his identity exposed? It’s unlikely. Or does the Witch Association inherently tend to have such internal conflicts?
It wouldn’t be surprising; the Demon Sect is known as such because of its constant unnecessary internal strife.
Without any extra movements, he simply stopped, and the large mallet that was aimed at his forehead just grazed past his nose.
The person attacking with the mallet was a handsome young man who was lifted off the ground due to the force of his strike. It was obvious it was an all-out attack.
Jiang Si initially intended to counter the next attack. If the mallet came down, just a little force would be needed to redirect it at a ninety-degree angle to suppress him.
He hadn’t expected the opponent to be exhausted after that one strike. The mallet hit the ground, creating a small pit, and the cracks in the cement floor spread to Jiang Si’s feet.
And then he just stood there panting heavily.
Jiang Si was dumbfounded by the clumsiness of his opponent.
What? Is this some kind of performance art? How can a normal person’s strength and endurance be this weak?
"Si Motu!"
The opponent shouted again, and Jiang Si nodded, waiting for his next move.
After all, he was itching for a fight, and he hoped his opponent could at least help him move his body a bit.
He should at least come at him?
"Give Xilan back to me!"
He roared, and the overwhelming aura made Jiang Si nod in approval.
If emotions could make one burst with power beyond limits, then clearly the opponent’s emotions were enough.
Seeing the opponent gripping the mallet again, Jiang Si nodded seriously.
He didn’t dislike people who challenged themselves with all their strength.
Besides, the timing was perfect, allowing him to train...
"Ahhhh!"
And then Jiang Si watched as the opponent shouted for a long time.
He couldn’t lift the mallet again.
The courtyard was silent for a moment.
Jiang Si coldly gazed at his opponent, just as the opponent was about to release the mallet and retreat.
Suddenly, he stomped on the ground!
The entire courtyard instantly caved inwards, while the young man, along with the mallet and some surrounding debris.
All flew up into the air!
Jiang Si flicked his finger on the young man’s forehead mid-air.
The young man suddenly flew backward, smashing through the courtyard gate, and after rolling several times outside, he crashed into a tree before barely coming to a stop.
Jiang Si glanced at the mallet, on which quite a lot of filthy magic power had gathered.
So in terms of weight, it was indeed heavier than it looked, but not significantly so.
He kicked it as if kicking a ball, sending it flying towards the young man.
However, the young man wasn’t unconscious, and seeing the mallet flying towards him, he immediately dodged to the side.
Boom!
The old tree he had been leaning against emitted a loud sound and then tilted, breaking just like that!
The young man trembled, his face pale.
It was obvious he’d been somewhat frightened into a stupor.
Jiang Si hadn’t intended to ask who he was; the opponent’s performance was truly disappointing.
Then he took out the filthy magic power heavy sword, intending to finish off the opponent, when he saw Xilan running out from another building.
"Lord Si Motu, there’s movement with the Heart Image Remains..."
Before she finished speaking, seeing the smashed gate and the young man lying outside, she paused for a moment. Xilan instinctively shouted:
"Fang Meng?"
Her previous in-charge had explicitly told her not to contact him, yet he had come, especially when she was busy!