Douluo: Let me loot an airdrop first.

Chapter 19: Ning Yuanshan's Attack Methods

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing's forehead was covered in fine sweat, it was clear that the chase and the use of her soul skills twice had taken a toll on her. So Ning Yuanshan tossed her the syringe he had already taken out of the wooden box, saying, "Give her a shot to help her recover."

Lin Zhao's martial soul was a vine, so he was probably a control-type battle spirit master. The other was covered in long hair, with a wolf's head and a human body, clearly a beast-type martial soul battle spirit master. Ning Yuanshan was facing a bit of trouble fighting both of them alone; control-type spirit masters were always difficult to deal with, and werewolf spirit masters were offensive types. However, seeing that neither of them showed any grief over the death of the thin man, it could be inferred that the three weren't very familiar with each other, and their teamwork probably wouldn't be very smooth. Ning Yuanshan analyzed the battlefield situation, pondering his chances of victory.

Ning Yuanshan's guess was correct. Zhu Zhuyun had dispatched four assassins, and Zhu Zhuqing had taken advantage of their strained relationship to defeat them one by one. There was originally one more assassin, but Zhu Zhuqing seized the opportunity to severely injure him. With that person wounded, the other three naturally couldn't afford to carry a burden, and besides, with one less person, the share of the reward would be even greater, so they simply killed him.

The people in the arena, whether Zhu Zhuqing or the assassins, had been traveling and fighting for days, their soul power depleted and injured, while Ning Yuanshan was full of energy and vitality. Knowing that one should strike when the enemy is exhausted, he naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

"Little sister, I'll leave the one with the vine spirit to you. I'll handle this one!" Before Ning Yuanshan finished speaking, his figure had already rushed out like lightning. Zhu Zhuqing, as an agility-based spirit master, possessed sharp claws from her Netherworld Cat, making her more than capable of dealing with control-type spirit masters with vine spirits. Moreover, according to the strategy of "Tian Ji's horse race," on one hand, Ning Yuanshan's spirit power was far superior to others, and on the other hand, the werewolf spirit master's spirit power level was weaker than that of the vine spirit master. Taking both sides into account, Ning Yuanshan taking him down first was the optimal solution.

With a frying pan in hand, Ning Yuanshan engaged in close combat with the werewolf. The clanging of metal against metal echoed through the forest, making the werewolf's eardrums throb.

The battle escalated into a fierce one the moment they clashed. In the blink of an eye, Ning Yuanshan was covered in wounds again. Since unlocking his second soul skill, "Adrenaline," Ning Yuanshan's fighting style had become even more ferocious. He knew nothing about defense and was purely trading injury for injury and life for life.

The frying pan slammed heavily onto his shoulder with a dull thud. "This kid's a madman!" The Soul Master named Lang Ren hadn't expected this young upstart to fight with such reckless abandon. He endured the pain, already considering retreating. Lang Ren had been relentlessly pursuing Zhu Zhuqing, which had already greatly depleted his Soul Power. Now, after exchanging a few blows with Ning Yuanshan, he was panting heavily, and his Martial Soul seemed to be showing signs of dissipating.

"Are you even up to it, you little rascal!" Sensing the enemy's waning fighting spirit, Ning Yuanshan immediately switched to taunt mode. He didn't pursue and engage in hand-to-hand combat for the time being. Judging the distance Lang Ren had created by taking a step back, Ning Yuanshan threw his frying pan without any regard for the cost.

A frying pan is meant to be thrown; Ning Yuanshan had thrown plenty of pans at enemies in his previous life playing PUBG. Accuracy? He thought the game screen had a built-in crosshair, and besides, he had practiced his aim a lot over the years.

The frying pan kept pounding Lang Ren, while Ning Yuanshan took the opportunity to help Zhu Zhuqing, occasionally throwing the blame onto Lin Zhao. Zhu Zhuqing, who was facing Lin Zhao, did not take the initiative to attack, but rather played a restraining role. At this moment, she was not sure whether Ning Yuanshan was friend or foe, so she dared not go all out. She even refused to catch the injection that Ning Yuanshan had thrown earlier.

The birds and beasts in this shady grove had long been frightened away by the shockwaves from the battlefield. Apart from the dull thuds of the frying pan hitting Lang Ren, all was silent. Ning Yuanshan was like a musician playing a musical instrument, and Lang Ren was the drumhead. The frying pan wouldn't cause serious physical damage, but it was undeniably an insult. A frying pan? Who would use a ridiculously concocted frying pan as a weapon? Was he going to get a head full of bumps from being hit by a kitchen utensil?

Lang Ren could certainly swing his claws to smash the flying frying pan, but Ning Yuanshan kept smashing the pans, so wouldn't it be a waste of energy for him to block and dodge them?

"Hehehe!" Ning Yuanshan teased as if he were playing with a pet dog. "Little puppy, go fetch Daddy's frisbee... If you bring it back, Daddy will roast chicken for you." Ning Yuanshan kept babbling, and he actually took out one oily roast chicken after another from his storage ring and threw them to Lang Ren.

And you know what? The aroma was so enticing that it made everyone, who hadn't had a proper meal in ten days or half a month, involuntarily twitch their noses.

Ning Yuanshan was having a blast, which made Zhu Zhuqing on the next battlefield smile. Are you kidding me? Who would throw a roast chicken as a weapon on the battlefield? And... how come this kid can pull roast chickens out of his pocket? And more than one!

Compared to verbal humiliation, Ning Yuanshan's actions undoubtedly provoked Lang Ren even more.

"Enough! Kid, you've angered me!" Lang Ren's eyes flashed with fury, and the veins on his forehead bulged, clearly indicating that he had reached his limit of patience.

"Rage!" Lang Ren finally lost his temper, unleashing a deafening wolf howl as he activated his second soul skill. His body hair instantly grew wildly, as if pulled by an invisible force, rapidly covering his entire body. Lang Ren's physique also swelled in an instant, making his already tall frame appear even more imposing. His eyes turned bloodshot, gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. "Rage"—the name itself hinted at its effect: a soul skill that sacrificed reason to amplify all of the body's attributes.

Lang Ren suddenly charged at Ning Yuanshan, who seemed to be stunned and did not dodge or evade.

"Good timing!" Ning Yuanshan was on high alert. His frying pan wasn't considered a soul skill, so it could be said that Ning Yuanshan currently lacked a powerful, explosive attack method; he could only swing the frying pan to smash. But don't forget, Ning Yuanshan possessed an attack method he had never used in public before…

The frying pan was held upright against his chest, like an indestructible shield. The pan, taken from the Golden Iron Beast Soul Ring, successfully blocked Lang Ren's claw attack. Then, his right fist, adorned with the storage ring, slammed heavily into the enemy's ribs. An energy field emanated from the ring, creating a deafening "boom" like a bomb exploding. This punch actually blew Lang Ren's body in two.

Ning Yuanshan dared to confront them head-on because he had the storage ring as a source of confidence. However, Lang Ren's "Rage" soul skill, which reduced intelligence, was an unexpected and delightful surprise for Ning Yuanshan.

Blood and gore splattered all over Ning Yuanshan's face, but he remained unfazed. Then, a sinister smile twisted Ning Yuanshan's lips as he spoke menacingly to Lin Zhao, "Your turn..."