funbook-pk Chapter 142 Hai Bodong, hello, senior brother.
Chapter 142 Hai Bodong, hello, senior brother.
"Hai Bodong, step out!"
A young man with a cold expression, deep eyes and sharp features stepped out among the crowd.
There was no word, only cold murderous intent emanating from his gaze.
"Hai Bodong, 25 years old, the age of dancing elephants. This kid is a good seedling. Since he was 15 years old, he has never failed a mission in the past ten years."
An old man in a black robe looked at Hai Bodong below, who was like a puppet, as if he was looking at a perfect work of art.
"It's not bad, but... it's too gentle."
Another old man in black robe spoke, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes as he looked at Hai Bodong below.
. . . . . .
Jianzhong was originally the controller behind Wangquan Villa, a group of old but powerful guys.
About two hundred years ago, Wang Quan Shouzhuo, the head of Wang Quan Villa, used sword to achieve righteousness and found a huge breakthrough. After he forcibly disbanded the Sword Tomb, the true face of the Sword Tomb was exposed to the world.
In response to this, Wudang immediately joined the action and used its connections to kill the remnants of the sword tomb and make them flee in panic.
The dead are dead, the dead are scattered.
But in the desert of the Western Region where no one has ever visited, the power of the remnants of the Sword Tomb has risen again.
At this moment, they were no longer as majestic as before because of Wudang's full-scale attack.
To this end, they used special channels to abduct those young children into the desert, and after ten years of special training, they erased their humanity and strengthened their bloodiness, turning them into killing puppets when they returned to the world.
Hai Bodong is different from those kids.
He was born in this organization, the Sword Tomb, but he did not only practice the sword of killing.
Since he was a child, he has shown unparalleled talent in ice magic.
Three-year-old can play with water.
Ice can be formed at the age of five.
At the age of ten, you have to make ice.
At the age of fifteen, no one can match him in ice magic.
It was also in this year that he began his mission.
Over the past ten years, all the kids in his group have died, leaving him alone still standing in this organization.
At the forefront of the mission, hundreds, if not thousands, of people died at his hands.
He didn't know what was the point of killing these people. He only knew that he could only kill people. So, he didn't care who he killed for.
I kill for you and you feed me, that's all.
For this cold organization, the so-called sense of belonging is just an ethereal thing. Useless puppets will be discarded, useful puppets will be recycled and then damaged...
All he can do is make himself stronger and more resilient! If he wants to survive, he must become the puppet that will not be damaged no matter how it is used.
Xixi Region is a desert city. The Sand Fox Clan living here is already a member of the Demon Alliance. However, due to the vast area, they cannot fully govern it. For this reason, they also provide protection for the organization.
The organization's base was built underground. Those children were not allowed to leave the organization before they reached the age of marriage, and had to undergo inhumane special training underground.
The survival rate... is less than 10 to 20 percent...
Hai Bodong stepped out of the ground, and the scorching sun shone unreservedly on his broad and solid back, as if he was covered with a layer of golden armor.
The sturdy body was covered by thin clothes, with some unnoticeable scars underneath.
It was left behind in battles of blood and fire. It was a warrior's medal, a soldier's honor, and also the sorrow of life...
‘Shashasha…’
A strange sound appeared next to Hai Bodong's ear. From experience, it was the sound of quicksand.
If a mortal is caught in it, there is a high chance that he will die, and if a cultivator is caught in it, it will take some effort for him to break free.
He squatted down slowly, pressed his entire palm against the sand, and roughly determined the location where the quicksand vortex appeared by the direction and speed of the quicksand.
For Hai Bodong, physical strength is like money, more is never too much.
The reason why he was able to become the last one to survive in such a cruel and bloody environment was not only because of his powerful strength far exceeding that of his peers, but more importantly, he obeyed the rules more than those people.
In order to increase the survival rate of these children when they are on missions outside, Jianzhong specially formulated some rules.
But there are always some people who are not afraid of death or have good intentions and choose to disobey these rules. Of course, they all become dead under the knife.
Hai Bodong is completely different. He abandons all human emotions and abides by all the rules that can be called cruel.
This allowed him to survive countless deaths and become the oldest killer in the organization today.
Before this, there was another important reason why he was able to survive:
"Expand the panel."
He spoke in a low voice, and then a blue screen appeared in front of him.
Character: Hai Bodong
Abilities: Mysterious Ice Spin (unlocked), Ice Shield (unlocked), Ice Condensation (unlocked), Mysterious Ice Halberd (unlocked), Thousand Flowers Ice Mirror (unlocked), Mysterious Ice Dragon (unlocked)
Ability proficiency: Mysterious Ice Spin (familiar with me), Ice Shield (familiar with me), Ice Condensation (familiar with me), Mysterious Ice Halberd (familiar with me)
Match rate: 69.9%
Looking at the panel that popped up, Hai Bodong frowned slightly. His realm has now reached the late Jindan stage, approaching the peak combat power in the human world.
It is more than enough to deal with powerful monsters at the level of Great Demon King, which is the same level as the management level in the organization.
Is it ridiculous? The former real controller of Wangquan Villa now doesn't even have a strong man at the peak of the Golden Core realm.
Hai Bodong stared at the matching rate on the screen. He knew in his heart that his strength would increase as the numbers went up.
If this number reaches 100%, I wonder if my combat power can match that of the strongest being in this world - the Demon King?
"Hai Bodong."
A hoarse voice came from behind him, and the blue screen disappeared instantly. Hai Bodong immediately stood up and became alert.
"Elder."
The person who came was an old man in a black robe. Judging from his figure, he was the elder who had previously said that he was too gentle.
"Haha, do we still have to be like this between us?"
The old man laughed, and the laughter sounded somewhat old and creepy. He slowly stretched out his hand and gently pulled the tattered cloak on his body. As he moved, the cloak slipped down, revealing his true face.
The face was extremely old, as if it had been through countless years of trials and tribulations. The skin was loose and covered with wrinkles, as if it had been carved with deep and shallow marks by time.
His eyes were sunken in their sockets, flashing a deep but somewhat bloody light, while also revealing a hint of tenderness and sadness. His hair was sparse and pale, hanging messily on both sides of his cheeks, adding to his haggard look.
He is already over 70 years old, and he probably only has a few years left before he passes away.
The reason why he was gentle towards Hai Bodong was because Hai Bodong's parents were considered his disciples.
And with his proof, Hai Bodong's skills can be justified.
"The difference between classes, between the old and the young."
There was no emotion, just eight words.
"Good, good, good. You are worthy of being the strongest puppet in the sword mound."
He said "OK" three times in a row, and the bloodiness in his eyes gradually disappeared.
The most taboo thing in the sword tomb is emotion. Hai Bodong's parents died of love.
When he was discovered, he had already spoken, and right in front of him, his parents were executed on the spot. At the moment his parents were executed, the newly born Hai Bodong seemed to have a telepathic connection, and with his cries, the water retained in the sword tomb began to riot.
This indirectly proved the terrifying nature of his talent. After layers of meetings, he was spared from death and served the organization for the rest of his life.
"Hahaha, by the way, come out and meet your senior brother."
The black-robed elder said this and waved his hand backwards, and an extremely fast figure rushed out from the side.
"Hi, hi, hello, senior brother. My name is Jiang Li."
A sweet voice was heard, which was as pleasant as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, or like the gurgling of a clear spring in the mountains, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Along with the sound came a small figure. This figure was petite and delicate, like a light butterfly, quietly flying into his sight. Her steps were light and agile, as if every step was on the clouds, giving people a dreamlike feeling.
As she approached, a fresh scent entered his nostrils.
"Jiang... Li?"
Hai Bodong was a little overwhelmed by her liveliness. In the sword tomb, such cheerfulness would never be allowed.
Because puppets don't need emotions, they just need to be played around with.
"Well, she just turned fifteen. From now on, you will take her on missions. Unfortunately, the quality of that batch of dolls was not good, and this is the only one that survived."
The elder's voice was melancholy. Was it because of his pity for the children? Or was it because of the broken tools?
"Yes."
Hai Bodong answered respectfully. This was not the first time he had trained a new person.
But the previous ones all died because they didn't listen to his "advice".
"Well, from now on, you will follow Hai Bodong."
The elder touched Jiang Li's little head in a somewhat 'doting' manner, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and then he glanced at Hai Bodong.
"This is the only puppet in modern times, Hai Bodong, don't break it."
After giving a final reminder, or warning, the elder turned and left.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...what a strange old man."
Before the elder had even gone far, Jiang Li couldn't help but start complaining.
Seeing this, Hai Bodong sighed, wondering how a guy like this could survive that training.
She is like a free bird, constantly fiddling with her colorful and flowing feathers in front of a bound lion, proclaiming the wonders of the outside world and the feeling of freedom.
"Eh? Senior brother, why are you so lifeless?"
Jiang Li suddenly jumped in front of Hai Bodong and looked at the senior brother in front of him with blinking eyes.
'Shuh! '
The black ice halberd suddenly appeared in his hand, with the blade pointed at Jiang Li's neck.
Hai Bodong frowned and watched her every move coldly.
"Wow, this halberd is so cool."
The panic scene in Hai Bodong's mind did not appear. Jiang Li began to fiddle with the Xuanbing Halberd like a curious baby.