Liang Jianwei's eyes gleamed with a resolute determination, his mist blade materializing in his hand. He will make them regret ever setting foot in his village, and he will bring justice to all.
Jianwei crept closer, his steps silent as he neared the group of men. He will make them pay for their crimes, and he will make sure that their souls are purified!
Suddenly, one of the men turned around and saw Liang Jianwei, his eyes widening.
"Hey, look! There's a kid over there!"
Jianwei cursed inwardly. He should've been more careful!
The rest of the men looked at him, their faces contorted in anger.
"What's a kid doing here? Get rid of him!"
Before Liang Jianwei could react, a powerful punch came hurtling towards him. With lightning-fast reflexes, he swiftly evaded the blow, feeling the rush of air as the fist grazed his cheek, leaving a faint tingling sensation. In an instant, he transformed into a billowing mist, seamlessly transitioning between offense and defense using his Clear-stream technique.
The technique gave Jianwei three remarkable abilities, and in this moment, he employed the first: Fluid Movement. As he moved with unparalleled agility, the battlefield became his dance floor, his movements graceful and efficient. Like a phantom, he darted away from his assailant, then lunged forward, his mist blade glimmering in the sunlight as it slashed through the air.
The man's cry of pain echoed through the air, accompanied by the sickening sound of flesh being torn. The wound on his arm was deep and jagged, a testament to Jianwei's skill. Unyielding, Jianwei pressed his attack, his mist blade cutting through the air with a swiftness that defied logic. Each strike inflicted more damage, the man's wounds growing larger and bloodier with every blow.
Another cry of pain filled the air as the man collapsed to the ground, his body bruised and battered. Without hesitation, Jianwei spun towards the remaining adversaries, his mist blade reflecting the sunlight with a glint of determination. The leader of the group stepped forward, a radiant light enveloping him as his body underwent a remarkable transformation. His size increased, his muscles becoming more defined, and the tattoos on his body seemed to glow with an otherworldly energy. A phantom hound, bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, materialised beside him, adding an eerie aura to the scene.
"Wang Kai, soul essence Lunar Markhound. Rank 17."
Rank 17? Liang Jianwei thought to himself. Is that how people rank their powers in this world? If so, I must learn it.
Liang Jianwei tightened his grip on his mist blade and launched himself towards Wang Kai, his mist blade glowing. Wang Kai roared and punched at him, his fist covered in a lunar energy.
Jianwei didn't dodge and activated his soul essence and his body morphed into mist, making his punch phase right through him. Wang Kai's eyes widened with shock as Liang Jianwei slashed him with his mist blade, causing him to howl in pain.
Jianwei continued to slash at him, his mist blade leaving deep gashes on Wang Kai's body.
"You actually have a natural soul!" Wang Kai screamed as he tried to punch Liang Jianwei again, but like last time, it was no use. Jianwei easily dodged him by turning into mist.
Liang Jianwei slashed at him again, his mist blade tearing into Wang Kai's flesh. Wang Kai howled in agony as Liang Jianwei continued his merciless assault, his mist blade slicing through his skin like butter.
Wang Kai slumped to the ground, his body covered in deep gashes, and the phantom hanging over him gradually became more transparent.
"You bastard! I'll get you for this!" Wang Kai screamed, his face twisted in pain and rage. Liang Jianwei merely ignored him and dealt with the others.
Using the Fluid Movement, Jianwei darted through the battlefield, his mist blade flashing as he dealt with one enemy after another.
He danced through the air, his mist blade slashing at his opponents with deadly precision, leaving deep wounds on their bodies.
Before long, all of Wang Kai's companions were defeated, their bodies bruised and bloodied. Jianwei stood over Wang Kai, his mist blade dripping with blood, his gaze cold and calculating.
"It's time for you to feel the consequences of your actions. You learn crimes will never be tolerated in my presence, and only justice will stand!" Jianwei stated, his mist blade glowing with a righteous energy.
Jianwei stabbed him through the chest, Wang Kai's body becoming mist-like as the lunar Markhound howled in agony. Jianwei retracted his mist blade and watched as Wang Kai's eyes dimmed, the light fading from his soul.
"May justice find you peace." Liang Jianwei murmured before turning into mist, his body disappearing into thin air.
As the mist cleared, a lone figure could be seen, their eyes burning with a fierce resolve.
"He must be recruited by us!" a voice sounded, recognising the strength and righteousness that emanated from Liang Jianwei.
Liang Jianwei returned home later that day, his heart filled with satisfaction. He already started his journey of justice, and it won't be long before this world has his name engraved on it.
Once he returned home, he saw his mother boiling a pot of rice on the stove.
"Welcome home, son." Liang Shuang smiled, the steam from the rice curling in the air.
Liang Jianwei sniffed the aroma, his stomach grumbling in response.
"What are you making, mother?"
"I'm making rice porridge. Would you like some?" Liang Shuang asked, pouring the rice into a bowl.
Liang Jianwei nodded his head, his mouth watering at the delicious smell. He wasted a lot of energy killing those thugs, so his stomach is practically begging for food.
Liang Jianwei scooped a spoonful of the piping hot porridge and put it in his mouth, the taste heavenly. He devoured the porridge, his mother chuckling as she watched him.
"Thank you for the meal, mother," Liang Jianwei said, his appetite satiated.
His mother smiled and patted his head.
"You're welcome, son. Now take a bath. You're all sweaty."
Liang Jianwei complied and headed towards the bathroom, his mind wandering as he bathed.
He was taking notes on how his soul essence worked, how he could shape and mould it, and the different attacks he could execute with it. He wondered if there's someone out there who knew about his soul essence.
Liang Jianwei dried off and pulled his thoughts away from such thoughts. He decided to focus on strengthening himself first before worrying about other things.
Liang Jianwei climbed into bed, his mind racing as he pondered the events that had transpired today. He will continue his journey of justice tomorrow, and nothing will stop him from bringing justice to this world.