"Hmm? Daniel Feathercloud? Why does that name ring a bell—" Shawn Young paused, squinting at Daniel Feathercloud ahead. Suddenly, a face popped into his mind: it was that tragic guy whose 'backdoor' he'd blown wide open—Daniel Nagumo!
"Baka—You brat, what are you staring at! Watch it or I'll gouge your eyes out!" Daniel Feathercloud snapped, misreading Shawn Young's mischievous gaze as the look of a man with 'special tastes.'
"Hehe—Hey, old man, how are you related to Daniel Nagumo?" Shawn Young suddenly piped up.
Daniel Feathercloud froze, then glared at Shawn Young with a gloomy look. "Brat, how do you know my son!?"
"Oh—so Daniel Nagumo is your precious boy! No wonder you looked familiar, hehe—so you're the father of that tragic kid! How's Daniel Nagumo doing these days? I kinda miss him, haha—" Shawn Young grinned weirdly, unable to hold back a chuckle as he remembered the day he'd 'wrecked Daniel Nagumo's ass.'
"You—you answer me now! How do you know my son?!" Daniel Feathercloud's face darkened as Shawn Young smirked.
"Hehe—your son's pretty little backdoor was thoroughly ravaged by me. How's he doing now? I'm really curious, haha—" Shawn Young finally burst out laughing.
"Baka yarou—so you're the bastard who ruined my son! Now I'll make you pay with your life!!" Daniel Feathercloud roared, exploding with rage. He realized Shawn Young was the mortal enemy he'd been dying to tear apart. He'd pinned all his hopes on Daniel Nagumo, and the thought of his son, crippled and stuck in a wheelchair, made his heart bleed!
"Hehe—if you want my life, let's see if you've got the skills!" Shawn Young chuckled, flipping his palm as a streak of blue light shot out—"Boom!" He fired a Palm Thunder spell straight at Daniel Feathercloud's face. With Daniel Feathercloud's rage clouding his mind, it was the perfect moment for a sneak attack!
"Boom!" Daniel Feathercloud was caught off guard by the lightning attack. He instinctively dodged, but Shawn Young's powerful Palm Thunder still blasted his shoulder. With a shriek, Daniel was sent flying, crashing into the window, shattering the glass and nearly falling out. Luckily, he hooked his hands in time and barely managed to steady himself.
With his sneak attack landing, Shawn Young didn’t hold back—he stepped forward, ready to finish Daniel Feathercloud off in one go!
But Daniel Feathercloud wasn't some rookie. After a brief moment of shock, he realized Shawn Young had ambushed him and now had the upper hand. Seeing Shawn rushing toward him, Daniel gritted his teeth, bit his tongue to spur his Qi, and spat a bloody mist straight at Shawn—"Splurt!" A rain of blood shot right at Shawn’s face.
Shawn Young immediately felt a wave of fierce, bloody energy coming his way. Instinctively, he swung his arms, conjuring a defensive barrier in front of him—"Boom!" The blood rain exploded against it, spraying everywhere. Shawn staggered back several steps, braced himself, and watched Daniel Feathercloud, who now looked ghostly pale and wild-haired, like some vengeful spirit.
Daniel Feathercloud straightened up, glaring at Shawn Young with pure venom, as if he could tear him apart with just a look! Shawn’s sneak attack had forced Daniel to burn through nearly ten years of cultivated power to unleash the Nine Chrysanthemums Society’s emergency spell—the Bloodcurse of the Shattered Spirit!
Then Daniel Feathercloud started moving—he formed a strange hand sign, pinching his middle and ring fingers with his thumb, while his pinky and index stayed straight. His lips muttered a bizarre incantation: "Enda, Blessing Spell: shaka er yi mu bei sha po hong—"
Suddenly, the blood rain scattered through the air twisted into red threads, stretching out like a giant spiderweb across the room. They writhed like poisonous snakes, sweeping down toward Shawn Young.
Shawn Young quickly retreated two steps, focusing his Qi and shouting. A burst of blue light flashed around him, and the red threads trying to wrap him were blasted away by his powerful lightning energy—they couldn’t touch him at all.
But Daniel Feathercloud suddenly flicked his hands, and the red threads dropped—"Boom!"—onto Guo Fenglin’s head, who’d been standing there like a mummy. Instantly, Guo Fenglin’s dull eyes lit up with two terrifying red beams. He started striding toward Shawn Young—Daniel Feathercloud had switched tactics!
Guo Fenglin walked up to Shawn Young, opened his mouth, and let out a weird, animalistic howl. Shawn saw his long, sharp fangs gleam as drool dripped down his chin, his face twisted into a grotesque snarl. Most bizarre of all, thick red threads pulled at his back, making him look like a giant human puppet!
"Whoa—never thought Guo Fenglin would get turned into a Soul Husk!" Shawn Young gasped in shock.
"Heh—he’s not just any Soul Husk. He’s a real-deal Puppet Soul Avatar! Not only does he keep his original skills, now he’s got the power of a Soul Husk. Brat, let me show you the Nine Chrysanthemums Society’s wicked soul control technique!" Daniel Feathercloud snorted, flicking his fingers as the red threads danced, controlling Guo Fenglin from a distance.
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"Gaa—gaa—" Guo Fenglin let out a weird howl and lunged at Shawn Young, his hands hooked like mantis claws, striking with Praying Mantis Boxing. He twisted his waist, swept forward and back, latching onto Shawn, his double hooks locking in, showing off the sticky, trapping moves of Praying Mantis Boxing.
Seeing the fierce attack, Shawn Young knew dodging would be tough. He shouted, didn’t flinch, and powered up his Flash Strike Force, striding straight into Guo Fenglin’s assault. Their hands clashed at lightning speed, exchanging blows in a rapid flurry.
"Bang—bang—bang—" A series of heavy impacts sounded like popcorn bursting. In seconds, Shawn Young and Guo Fenglin had traded more than ten moves, with neither gaining the upper hand.
Guo Fenglin’s attacks were lightning-fast, his hands shifting between palms, hooks, claws, fists, and fingers, dodging Shawn Young’s heavy blows with agile, unpredictable moves. He unleashed Praying Mantis Boxing’s ‘Twelve Body Strikes, Lightning Double Claw’ with relentless aggression.
What shocked Shawn Young most was that Guo Fenglin was now faster and more agile than any regular martial artist, and even his strength was monstrous. He collided head-on with Shawn’s Flash Strike Force without flinching, turning into a terrifying puppet killer.
"Hmph—brat! You’ve got some moves, but let’s see you handle this—Puppet Blood Mutation!" Daniel Feathercloud, still controlling Guo Fenglin, snorted and jerked the red threads—"Crack!" The threads stabbed into Guo Fenglin’s back.
"Gaa—gaa—" Guo Fenglin’s body convulsed with a monstrous howl. His hair stood on end, his pale, creepy face twisted into something inhuman, and his body suddenly swelled. His hospital gown ripped apart as bulging muscles tore through, veins and arteries bulged, and his nails grew razor-sharp. In a flash, Guo Fenglin transformed into a massive, blue-faced, fanged beast!