I Am Your Natural Enemy

But relying on the unique resources in hand, he linked up with too many people and forces.

Through pawnbroking, he acquired a substantial amount of longevity and a variety of abilities.

Including: Soul Shock (able to use soul force to impact the opponent’s soul once)

Ant Strength Burst (capable of lifting a weight more than eight times one’s own body weight in an instant)

Adrenaline (able to secrete large amounts of adrenaline and reduce the negative effects of excessive adrenaline)

Metal Shaping (beginner level, able to slightly change the shape of metal mainly composed of iron, but can only choose three types)

Thought Acceleration (beginner level, able to accelerate thoughts, but during acceleration, the body completely loses control and energy is crazily burned)

Immortal Rope (beginner level, able to control a rope to soar into the sky, and climb to the top along the rope)

Animal Language (beginner level, able to communicate simply with most mammals)

Doppelganger (able to split off an entity without combat power, which dissipates when receiving any damage)

Marksmanship (once marked, the next shot will not miss)

Burning Gold (able to consume one’s own wealth, transforming it into personal power)

Gold...”

Numerous pieces of information quickly scrolled down.

Wen Yan had just seen this and hadn’t seen the following parts, when the prompt started flashing.

The content of the flashing prompt began to change, and after flashing several times, it changed its form.

”Pseudo Gold.”

”Special gold coin from pawnbroking, capable of masking or disguising a person or object.

Making all but a few specific abilities, such as identification and similar abilities, unable to discern reality.”

”Prompt cannot be completed.”

Wen Yan furrowed his brow slightly, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

He hadn’t heard of it before, nor was there any record or intelligence about the pawnshop’s activity or information in front of him.

Even the prompt was stuck at this moment.

Unexpectedly, this fellow had too much information on him, too many random abilities.

So much so that the list of abilities on this guy wasn’t even finished before being interrupted by the opponent.

The final temporary ability hadn’t been generated yet.

This was the first time Wen Yan noticed that generating temporary abilities might also require time.

Encountering a targeted ability might cause this progress to be stuck.

He had indeed never encountered this before, nor noticed it; usually, the first glance was already enough.

But when detailed prompts appear, they attract the target’s attention, can be sensed by the target, which Wen Yan had encountered before.

Wen Yan suspected that this guy carried so many random abilities just to use useless abilities to delay time, giving him enough reaction time.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, without temporary ability, he felt no hesitation or fear.

From when Scorching Sun was just a temporary ability, he had already figured out that all abilities might encounter various situations; you can restrain others, but others can also target you.

At that time, he determined to leverage Scorching Sun, work hard on practicing martial arts, and expand his strength beyond his abilities constantly.

Otherwise, with more and more abilities and a growing number of titles, why would he still need to borrow abilities and practice diligently for tens of hours a day?

He had never wavered.

Now, with temporary ability generation stuck, he was not afraid.

Turning back to look at the million lost souls following him, Wen Yan stepped forward, all the lost souls who had gained the Enforcer Profession but lost their power also stepped forward.

The footsteps were silent, yet the resonant divine essence instantly transformed into a ripple sweeping across.

As the ripple impact passed, the distant blood-red pillar of light fluctuated like a flickering searchlight with unstable power supply.

Thud.

As the steps landed, the impact passed again, with power stronger than before.

The blood-red pillar began to disperse, and the great river of flames, gathered by abundant Yang energy, transformed the original river of Yin Qi into a river of fire, a giant flaming spear, with Wen Yan as the spearhead.

Another step forward, all blood-red pillars vanished, and intersections began to twinkle.

In Wen Yan’s eyes, only the boss remained, with a blood-red mark floating above his head, extremely conspicuous.

The boss’s face was grim, seeing those lost souls not dissipate, he took a deep breath and flicked a gold coin.

Then he took a deep breath and roared with a sound not resembling human voice.

The gold coin hadn’t touched the ground before disappearing without a trace in mid-air, and the roar transformed into silent ripples sweeping across.

Wen Yan stood his ground, enduring the ripples sweep, only feeling his forehead slightly twitch, then no other feeling.

But behind him, as if scrubbed by an intensive impact, a dense swarm of lost souls suddenly opened up a seven-to-eight-meter wide, two-to-three hundred meter long blank area.

The hit lost souls all dissipated.

Yet the next moment, those seemingly scattered lost soul Enforcers, alongside the burning Yin Qi, re-condensed their forms, looking unaffected.

Wen Yan stepped forward again, followed by that great flag, and the leading lost souls raised the Black Stone Tablet, tightly following.

Wen Yan held the Chunjun Mace in one hand, as if holding a Great Sun, the oppressive feeling growing stronger.

The boss, even if absorbing only a small part of the strength from the million lost souls, that part of strength, completely belong to one person, was already exceedingly strong.