Chapter 39: Inspired by Crayfish

"Okay, I already know the general situation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info: "Molotto took his soul network back and told Ivan that it was time to put an end to it.

"Oh." When Ivan heard Moloto's words, the blue light in his eyes faded and his black eyes were revealed.

"Huh~Huh~" After exiting the state of potential explosion, Ivan kept panting, and his face was full of exhaustion.

"That's what you call the aftermath?" Molotto looked at Ivan with a frown, how long had it been, and he hadn't done anything.

"Well, that's it, it's still my own initiative to end the state, if I wait for it to end by itself after a while, I'm afraid I'll have to lie on my stomach now." Ivan found a clean stone and sat down.

The morning breeze was still a little cool, and Ivan's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the sun that had risen over the horizon.

"Uncle, didn't you say you invited me to breakfast, I'm a little hungry." Ivan clutched his stomach and looked at Molotto.

"I'm also a little hungry, I was going to have some breakfast at your place, but who knew that the deep sea of your house was actually there, so I was so scared that I didn't dare to take a step." Moloto sighed, "How was the soul blast I taught you last time?" ā€

"That's it, you can only deal with some ordinary people, as long as the soul is a little stronger, you can resist or even ignore it." Ivan controlled a trace of soul power to compress into a small ball in the palm of his hand, which was the limit of Ivan's current detonation.

"It's a little bigger than the last time, which should be the reason why your soul strength has been improved." Molotto felt it carefully and came to the conclusion of the difference between the two, "You try to add a little more soul power and see if you can detonate it to form a soul impact." ā€

"I'll try." Ivan dispersed the small ball of soul floating in the palm of his hand, extracted more soul power from his mind, and began to gradually compress it, and after compressing it to the extreme, Ivan tried to detonate it.

"Well, can you detonate it?" Molotto looked at Ivan and asked anxiously.

"No, it can't be broken at all, and it feels like the outer wall of the ball is as hard as steel." Ivan frowned tightly, and shook his head after trying hard, indicating that it couldn't be done.

"Take your time, you break this first, and then gradually increase the soul power of the ball until the standard soul amount stops, and when you break the standard soul ball, I'll teach you a trick." Seeing that Ivan had not succeeded, Moloto stood up, "I'll go get something to eat and I'll be back soon." ā€

"Are you going to Wakaba City?"

"No, it's too far away, and isn't there something ready to eat here?" With that, Molotto began to undress.

"Uncle, what do you want to do, even if there is no one else here, you don't have to take off your clothes." Ivan looked at Moloto, who had begun to take off his upper body.

"Nonsense, you must take off your clothes when you go fishing in the sea." Moloto jumped on the spot a few times when he stripped off his clothes and only had a pair of underwear, stretched his body and walked towards the sea, "During my time of fishing, you should practice how to detonate the soul ball." ā€

"Uncle, uncle." Ivan looked at Moloto, who had entered the shallow sea coral area, and called a few times, but Moloto didn't hear it, and went straight into the water and disappeared.

"Uncle, he shouldn't be fine, right?" Ivan looked at the calm sea, and after waiting for a while, Moloto's head came out of the sea, looking like he was taking a breath, and then he got into it again, "Forget it, I'll keep trying, I don't know what the next trick my uncle promised to teach me?" ā€

Time passed minute by minute, Ivan was never able to detonate the compressed soul ball in his hand, and Moloto kept floating up and down to fish.

"Damn, I always feel a little bit worse." Ivan, who failed again, scattered the soul ball in his hand and lay directly on the beach. The long-term use of the soul network has made Ivan feel tired, and coupled with hunger, Ivan's vision has become a little ghostly.

"Hahaha." And at this moment, from the other side of the sea came a hearty laughter, "Ivan, look what I caught!" ā€

"Huh?" Lying on the beach, Ivan turned his head to look at Moloto, who was gradually swimming towards the beach, paddling in one hand and holding a pink crayfish in the other.

"It was really good luck this time, I just happened to see its tentacles peeking out of the reef." Moloto, who walked from the sea to the beach, admired the nearly one-meter-long crayfish he was holding in his hand and said to Ivan, this crayfish has a tail of forty centimeters alone, "Then I quietly went around it and grabbed it, don't say it, this little guy's strength in the sea is really great." ā€

"So big?" Ivan looked at the crayfish in Molotto's hand, "Why didn't it move and died?" ā€

"No, I saw that it was about to break free from my grasp and gave it a soul shock, and now it should still be dizzy." Molotto threw the crayfish in his hand onto the beach, "I'll go pick up some dry firewood and come back, if you see that it shows signs of escaping, don't hesitate to give it a soul shock, even if it is your level of soul impact, it can't withstand it." ā€

"Is this okay?" Ivan was suddenly refreshed by Molotto's words.

"Why not, things are dead, people are alive, who stipulates that soul impact can only be used on people, as long as it has a soul, it can be used." Moloto put on his pants, the sea breeze was still a little cold on his body, "When I come back, I will treat you to a seafood feast." ā€

"Oh." Ivan nodded at Moloto, and when he saw him leave, he picked up a small rock and smashed it on the crayfish's head.

I don't know if it's the dizziness of the soul that feels time, or because of the moment Ivan smashed it before, in short, the crayfish that was lying motionless on the ground immediately erected huge pincers at Ivan.

"Oh," Ivan was immediately startled when he saw the pincers longer than his arm swinging towards him, but when he realized that he was actually scared by a crayfish, he immediately felt ashamed, and no matter what skills he had, he directly rushed the soul power in his mind into the crayfish's brain.

The crayfish, which was originally showing off its might, suddenly became languishing under Ivan's attack.

"I'll let you clip me, I'll let you clip me." Because the crayfish's soul defense was too weak, Ivan's soul network easily burrowed into its mind, and the soul power began to compress under Ivan's control, "I'll eat you later." ā€

And just when Ivan's soul ball was about to take shape, the crayfish seemed to feel that its fate began to struggle violently, and its soul instinctively began to expel foreign souls, and Ivan had not yet detonated the ball, so he was naturally unwilling to be squeezed out, and the two different soul forces began to clash with each other.

The soul power belonging to the crayfish slammed into Ivan's soul ball, and the soul ball that had not yet taken shape suddenly broke, and a soul impact directly swept through the crayfish's mind.

"Uh, what is this?" Ivan looked at the crayfish that was once again motionless on the ground, and remembered that he hadn't detonated it before, and the soul ball cracked on its own.

"If only the previous soul orb didn't need me to detonate it and crack it on its own." Ivan remembered the soul ball that he had tried to detonate in every possible way before, and his tone was a little regretful.

Wait, let the soul orb crack on its own. And at this time, a crazy idea flashed through Ivan's mind. (To be continued.) )