Chapter Fifty Successful Smuggling

  Hao Te's face was filled with fear, he never thought that his opponent, who had just been completely suppressed by him, would suddenly use such a powerful and murderous move, and most importantly, he couldn't see how to resolve this attack!

  Helpless axe swing, Haote has completely lost confidence now, can only swing out an axe without any purpose. Gallo shook his head, narrow road meets brave winner, if Haote could gather all his strength to swing this axe at this moment, he would at least be able to survive, but now...

  "Ah!" A fierce cry, Haot's battle axe was knocked open, his entire body was hit by a series of stick shadows, intense pain spread throughout his body, countless dents appeared on his body, just this one move, nearly half of Haot's bones were shattered, fresh blood flowed out from the wounds.

  Luo won, but the victory was hard-won. He stood on stage, panting heavily, his right hand seemingly powerless, the fighting totem soft and limp on the ground, his eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions: shock, joy, but also a deep-seated fear.

  "Go! Go! Go!" The spectators don't care who wins, as long as they are given a fight that allows them to vent their inner desires for carnage.

  At this time, a man walked over and said a few words to Luo. Luo seemed to come back to his senses, turned his head towards Jaro, and Jaro nodded slightly. Luo turned around again and spoke a few more sentences to the man.

  Luo was taken away by that man. Then another man came over and said in a low voice, "Hello, Miss Jia Luo? Mr. Luo asked me to take you there."

  "Let's go."

  The man took Gallo to a pretty good room and left, Luo was already there, only to see it burying its huge body deep into the chair in the room. After the man left, Luo suddenly opened his eyes "Just now... what was that?"

  Jia Luo also found a chair and sat down "A set of kung fu, how is it? Do you still like it?"

  Luo Meng sat up straight "Stop joking, this isn't some ordinary kung fu, is it?! I can feel it, the power of that move was enormous, and it even made me feel a deep sense of anger from the bottom of my heart... I... I..."

  Leaning back gently on the chair, "That's right, it's not just a simple kung fu. The Wangu Yuan Chou killing technique I taught you is a way to guide out the power from deep within your heart and strengthen your energy. But don't worry, this method can only guide out the fluctuations of your soul when you use that move just now. How about it, do you still want to learn?"

  "No!" Luo suddenly stood up "I absolutely won't learn this move, I don't have anger! How could I possibly use that just now?"

  Ka Luo shook his head and looked at Luo, "None? Then where did that intense anger come from just now, Luo? Don't deceive yourself, we have stronger emotions deep down than others. The four moves of eternal hatred, killing, and vendetta are endless hatred, boundless resentment, and infinite enmity. Can you say you don't have any hatred for this world, any resentment, or any enmity at all?"

  Ka Luo's words were like a needle, deeply piercing Luo's heart. "We are not saints, having hatred, resentment, and enmity is a normal thing, do you think this feeling can be abandoned? I taught you this set of killing techniques to help you control your inner desires with this power, rather than burying them, because buried grievances will one day become a raging fire that burns both yourself and others into ashes."

  "......Let me think again." Luo fell into deep thought, and Gallo was clear that for the time being, Luo couldn't make any decisions.

  At this time, the door was pushed open and two men walked in. "Ah, welcome, welcome, I watched your battle, it was really wonderful."

  "Are you in charge here?" Galo spoke up, Lo's emotions were unstable, it was better to calm him down for now.

  Two men looked towards

  Ka Luo's eyes sparkled slightly, and although his face was not clearly visible, the elegant figure in front of him revealed that the girl before him was absolutely a beauty.

  "Yes, I'm in charge here. You can call me Hunt. And you are...?"

  Karlo did not answer the other party's question "I'm here for a deal."

  The two of them were taken aback, exchanged a glance, and sat down gently. "Alright, so Miss, please speak."

  "I want a boat and a dead man as a ferryman to take us somewhere, as for the price, you can name it." Gallo said calmly.

  "Dead man's ferryman? I've never heard of such a ferryman before, haha." The two laughed, but Gallo only smiled slightly. Just now, she clearly felt the two men's heartbeats suddenly quicken by a few seconds, which was enough.

  "Stop smiling, you know it clearly, I'm going to the Island of the Dead God, hurry up and don't waste time." Garo understood that the other side must have known something.

  "I'm very sorry, we don't understand what you're saying, miss." The two still didn't acknowledge.

  "Hmph!" Galo had lost his patience, stretched out his finger and quickly tapped the two people's foreheads. Instantly, a kind of feeling that directly permeated to the depths of their souls spread throughout their bodies. The two people involuntarily fell to the ground and let out miserable cries.

  As if being cut by ten thousand knives, and as if countless ants were rampaging inside their bodies, the unbearable intense pain arrived, causing them to shout loudly.

  At last, Gallo heard what he wanted to hear: "Stop... stop it! I... I'm saying... I'll say anything!"

  With a light tap of his hand, Gallo removed the Soul Refining Cauldron. The two were left panting like oxen, their bodies drenched in sweat as if it was raining, and they collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

  "Your soul has already been branded with my mark, if you don't want to experience that feeling again, speak up."

  "...No...That's right." A man spoke up, "We indeed have contact with the people of Death God Island, and they will send undead to collect supplies this afternoon." In fact, no matter what, they didn't dare tell anyone about this, but the pain that Gallo had just inflicted was too intense, and no one wanted to endure it again.

  "Alright, so when they arrive later, I'll take care of it myself."

  With Luo gone, it seems that this cow brother is still in distress. Garo doesn't want to say more. In the afternoon, a boat quietly entered the location mentioned by the man. It was not a small boat. Dozens of black-clad men came down from the boat, with their heads wrapped up together, and began to transport the supplies prepared by Hunter and others on the ground.

  After the transportation was completed, a leader took out a package and handed it to Hunter before leaving the ship. From head to toe, no one made a sound, everything was so quiet, yet so eerie.

  However, this brief moment was enough, and Galen and Ro arrived safely at a secluded corner of the ship and set up an alchemy array.

  "Alright, with about four hours left, this formation should be able to hold off the Dark Mist. Let's prepare well." Galo glanced at Luo.

  "I've figured it out, Gallo, teach me the ancient grudge of killing and slaughter." Luo suddenly spoke up.

  Garo stared at it "Do you understand now?"

  "Yes, I've figured it out. There's no mistake. My hatred is impossible to dispel, but I also don't know who to hate. My people are not wrong, and neither am I. I only hate this sky, this land, detest my fate."

  "Haha, alright, I'll teach you the last three moves. But let me remind you, the fourth move is extremely powerful and can be deadly, so it's absolutely not to be used until the very end, got it?"

  Two people on this ship, one teaches and one learns, hoping to grasp higher power in the shortest time.

  The ship soon sailed into the black fog, and as expected, the alchemy formation completely resisted the power of the black fog, safe and sound.

  "Is this...the Island of the Dead?" Garo stared at the island in front of him, his voice trembling with shock.