I Hate Systems

Boom!

Kheee!

Screee!

"Catch him!"

"Don't let him escape!"

"He'll be using his Putrid Crocodile to escape into the ground. Prevent that!" Martial Origin Stage experts chased after a running youth, hurling a variety of attacks. But every single time, two or more attacks would collide into one another, cancelling each other out, causing him to escape unscathed.

And when only a single cultivator unleashed an attack, the youth somehow managed to divert part of the attack while evading the rest. Despite being chased for the past two days, he only suffered from minor injuries.

And it wasn't just the Martial Origin Stage experts chasing after him, but there were even Martial Providence Stage powerhouses among the chasers. But despite everything, as a mere Origin Refinement Stage ant, he managed to stay on the run all along.

And that wasn't all, he had also killed a couple of experts in such a situation, shocking the pursuers.

"Don't let this Evil Spirit escape!" A Martial Providence Stage powerhouse bellowed, turning into an eagle that rushed at the youth, unleashing a hail of Origin Essence blades at him, also sweeping towards him in an effort to shred him apart.

But suddenly, the youth took out a mysterious Artifact, activating it as a sphere of Origin Essence enveloped him, resembling a ball as the Origin Essence blades sent the ball flying, causing the eagle to miss its aim.

The ball cracked severely from the attack, shattering after travelling for a couple hundred metres as the youth noticed a tunnel nearby, sliding into it as he evaded another hail of attacks.

Immediately after that, he rushed into the tunnel, treading through the winding paths, using its maze-like structure to either ambush or lose the experts chasing after him. And due to a couple of traps that he had set up, three experts lost their lives.

This further enraged the pursuers.

Standing at the entrance of the tunnel was the eagle powerhouse, returning to his human form as his face was pale, recalling all the events that had happened, "Everything stated about the Evil Spirits is true. Even a powerhouse would have died by now, but this ant is still alive and has already killed five experts."

"Yeah, if this Evil Spirit is this terrifying even at the Origin Refinement Stage, imagine what he would be at the Martial Providence Stage." Another powerhouse arrived, muttering as he shuddered, "Just how did Lord Gahrat face them all?"

"I had been hoping that everything stated by Lord Gahrat is just false alarm, but it became the truth now." The eagle powerhouse sighed, massaging his forehead, "And how the heck did I never notice a tunnel network here? I'm useless in such narrow tunnels, dammit!"

"Me too." The other powerhouse muttered before gritted his teeth, taking off to the skies, "We'll patrol this region. He should come out from one of the exits. We'll use our superior speed to map out all exits first."

"I'll contact my Sect and dispatch all experts with a bird type Martial Spirit. They'll help form a net in the air." The eagle powerhouse said, "No matter what, Velcorn, the World Decaying Evil Spirit must be killed."

…

"Shit…shit…shit!" Velcorn shouted in fluster, "What the fuck is happening here? How come they know of my Martial Spirit?"

Indeed, his Martial Spirit was the Putrid Crocodile, just as Compass Carburettor had predicted. Due to that, he lost the initiative from the start.

Even though he had been in hiding, the moment he used the used his Martial Spirit to deal with some bandits along the way to train himself, some of them managed to run away, screaming with their lives in the process, "Evil Spirit!"

"What the heck is an Evil Spirit? This is a Heaven Martial Spirit though." Velcorn at that time was just confused, snorting as he planned to leave. But immediately after, a group of cultivators had tracked him down, attacking him immediately.

And when he retaliated, they determined that he had the attribute of a crocodile and was able to rot everything his Origin Essence came into contact with.

The characteristics were the exact same as the World Decaying Evil Spirit whose news had been circulated to every force in the Gaider Realm, including the bandits.

This was why the bandits had recognised him soon after a couple of them had died under his hands. And from there, he was constantly chased after by cultivators that grew in strength and numbers over time.

"Koff!" Velcorn slammed a cultivator onto the wall, choking him as he shouted, "Why are all of you chasing after me?"

This was one of the experts that had recently fallen into his trap as Velcorn used this chance to destroy the expert's Martial Spirit, turning him into a mortal.

"Answer me!" He bellowed, causing the feet of the expert to rot in response, hearing the other party's screams.

"Damn Evil Spirit, I'm not afraid of you!" The expert spat in response.

"Fine, then Die!" Velcorn shouted, turning the expert into a rotting corpse, causing it to fall to the ground, making a loud thud.

And right at this time, three experts arrived at the scene, gazing at the rotting corpse of their Sect mate as they shouted in anger, pouncing upon Velcorn immediately.

…

"Shit…fuck! Tell me! How did you know details about my Martial Spirit!" Velcorn panted in exhaustion, having crippled the three experts somehow after more than two hours of cate and mouse chase, torturing them one after another, finally arriving at the last expert.

He saved the weak-willed expert for the end, torturing the strong-willed experts first before turning them into rotting puddles when they refused to give in any details.

"If you don't want to end up like them, then answer me!" Velcorn emanated dense killing intent, placing a finger on the expert's cheek, causing a nail-length area to rot.

"P-Please spare me! We knew details about you from a scroll." The expert said.

"A scroll?" Velcorn frowned, "Start talking if you wish to survive."