6kv Chapter 90 Tiger's Roar
Chapter 90 Tiger's Roar
Chapter 90 Tiger's Roar
The "Bully" skill of the "Thug" class is used to psychologically suppress others by using their own power and influence.
Essentially, it is a higher level of crushing, almost on a spiritual level.
In other words, it can also be described as a kind of "momentum"!
Of course, Qin Chuan also knew that no matter how fierce a local thug was, he could only bully honest people and small vendors, and those who were timid and afraid of trouble.
If you let him bully a pig butcher or a martial artist, they can shut him up with just a look.
When it encounters someone who is truly confident and capable, it's like a paper tiger—it breaks with a single poke.
But don't forget, Qin Chuan is now a real tiger with fierce eyes and a white forehead!
It's true that thugs are paper tigers, but what does that have to do with the real tiger himself?
On the other side, Lian'er, after hearing Qin Chuan's words, knew that things couldn't end well today.
Since that kid wants to fight, she'll play along.
Even if a young boy can turn into a tiger in her dream and hurt her a little, could he really take her life?
Having lived for so long, she had entered the dreams of countless people and seen countless self-righteous fools, all of whom she had manipulated at will. She refused to believe that she would fall into the hands of this young man today.
She suddenly spread her arms wide, tilted her head back, and let out a sharp shriek.
The next instant, the dim candlelight in the room went out abruptly, then suddenly reignited. But this time, the flame was no longer a warm orange-yellow, but emitted a ghostly green light, like will-o'-the-wisps in a graveyard, making the whole room eerie and terrifying.
The view outside the window suddenly changed as well.
A dense mass of figures appeared out of nowhere, one after another, layer upon layer, crowding the entire window.
Immediately afterwards, the figures began pounding on the doors and windows. The sounds of banging echoed incessantly, the doors shook, the windows rattled, and the whole house seemed to be being smashed by countless hands from the outside, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
At the same time, a large patch of white mist also emerged from the ground. This mist was different from the previous one; it was so thick that it was almost solidified. This mist surged out from the cracks in the wooden planks, from the base of the walls, and from every corner, rushing towards Qin Chuan. Within the mist, countless pale human hands could be vaguely seen churning. These hands had no arms, no bodies, only pale palms that stretched out from the mist, fingers spread, frantically trying to grab something.
Lian'er's long hair moved without wind, and her body seemed to be supported by some unseen force, slowly rising. "Boy, since you want to die," her voice came from all directions at the same time, "then I will grant your wish."
Before she finished speaking, Lian'er suddenly pounced on Qin Chuan.
As she lunged forward, her body continued to swell and grow larger.
His body, which was originally only a few feet tall, grew taller and larger, to eight feet, ten feet, ten feet, twenty feet—
Then it transformed into a vast, all-encompassing curtain that descended upon Qin Chuan.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan did not back down or show any fear. He simply closed his eyes, searching for the feeling, and activated "Bullying"!
A unique sensation came from within him, as if someone had pulled his soul out of his body and then lifted him up a great distance.
Qin Chuan suddenly felt that everything in front of him was being rapidly pulled away and lowered. The figure of the woman, which had originally turned into a curtain and covered the sky in front of him, was becoming smaller and smaller and farther away. Qin Chuan felt that he was standing on a mountaintop, under the scorching sun, above all things. The mountain wind was howling and the sea of clouds was churning, but he remained unmoved, looking down at everything below him.
Then he opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then—
"roar!"
A tiger's roar, as loud as thunder!
The whistling sound transformed into a visible sound wave, spreading outwards from Qin Chuan in all directions.
Wherever the sound waves passed, the churning, roaring white mist on the ground evaporated instantly, like boiling water poured on snow. The pale white hands, struggling shadows, and mournful howls that surged within the mist all vanished into nothingness amidst the tiger's roar, leaving not a trace.
The dense, ghostly figures outside the window, struck by the sound waves, collapsed, shattered, and turned to dust silently, like grains of sand scattered by a gale, before they could even utter a scream.
When Lian'er's enormous body, which had swelled to over two zhang tall and transformed into a curtain that blotted out the sky, was hit head-on by this sound wave, her figure suddenly stiffened, as if she had been fixed in mid-air by something.
A crack appeared starting from her chest.
The cracks spread rapidly, covering her entire body like a spider web, from head to toe, densely packed, with a pale light shining through each crack.
An expression of disbelief still lingered on her face. Her eyes were fixed on Qin Chuan, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
"How—is this possible—"
The silent words had barely formed when her body exploded, turning into countless fragments that drifted and scattered in the air like ashes, leaving not a single speck of dust behind.
Then, everything fell silent.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the fierce tiger with its piercing eyes and white forehead standing in the center of the room.
There was no white mist or ghostly figures inside; everything was normal.
The fierce tiger with its piercing eyes and white forehead watched this scene, and the golden light in its eyes gradually faded.
It slowly closed its eyes, and its form blurred back into human shape.
When I opened my eyes again, the familiar rooftop came into view.
Qin Chuan lay on the bed, not even changing his sleeping posture, as if the thrilling confrontation just now was nothing more than an unusual dream.
But he could clearly feel that the clothes on his back were soaked through and were clinging tightly to his skin, feeling cool.
My heart was pounding so fast it was unbelievable, pounding against my chest like a drum.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Chuan felt a familiar, rusty feeling in his brain, a side effect of the "sudden flash of inspiration".
This means that what happened before was true!
Even if this is just a dream!
After about fifteen minutes, the aftereffects of the "sudden flash of inspiration" disappeared. Recalling the scene in his dream, Qin Chuan took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and summoned the system panel.
As soon as he opened it, a dense barrage of messages filled the entire screen, roughly dozens at a glance. Among them, a few immediately caught Qin Chuan's attention: [Kill Ghosts]
[Host's current profession detected: Thug]
[Career Advancement Activation]
[Advanced Class Unlocked: Ghost Suppressor Villain]
[Requirements for joining the Ghost-Suppressing Villain class: Thug class Iv3]
[Current Job Level: Thug LV4]
[Career advancement requirements met]
[Could a local thug evolve into a demon-suppressing villain?]
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