Chapter 8: Crazy Killing Spree

  Fierce slaughter! Continuing...

  Boom!

  Black shadow pops out.

  Huff... Huff...

  Xiao Chenteng soared into the air, flew upside down, and landed on the ground. His feet dragged out a long trail in the mud before he finally stabilized his body. He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling violently. Fresh blood dripped from his palms, falling onto the muddy ground.

  The low-grade law robe on his body had long been torn and was no longer presentable.

  Horizontal and vertical, several dozen bloodstains covered his somewhat pale and weak young body.

  It looks like it's shocking at first sight.

  But in Xiao Chen's eyes, excitement and frenzy were still brewing, while at the same time, he was gazing coldly at what was in front of him with a sharp, knife-like gaze.

  Except for that lame green-striped leopard.

  The remaining two are absolutely no better than that...

  On their bodies, fur was mottled, blood was splattered everywhere, and bruises were all over the place. Even one of the leopards had lost an eye, while another had a segment of intestine exposed outside its abdomen, with fresh blood gushing out. Their bodies kept trembling, as if they could collapse at any moment.

  At this time, outside the swamp area, the green-striped leopard at the top of the golden pyramid had lost its former domineering aura.

  Eyes filled with terror and pain.

  After a brief stare with Xiao Chen, suddenly, with a growl, several leopards retreated backwards, even the lame leopard limped and hobbled away, as if there was a prehistoric monster chasing behind them, fleeing desperately for their lives.

  A gentle breeze blows by.

  Xiao Chen was somewhat "petrified".

  After a while, he slowly came back to his senses: "Damn it, escaped quite quickly!"

  In an instant, the fatigue on his body surged up.

  Just now in the battle, the spirit was excited, now, the momentum is gone, all kinds of aftereffects have come out, even, in the meridians, there are strong pangs of pain, as if the body is about to fall apart.

  "This intense close combat has already exceeded the load of this body."

  Xiao Chen's mind flashed, he looked around and found a big tree, climbed up, sat down in a dense branch, and examined the wounds on his body. They looked terrifying, but actually not that serious, just some flesh wounds, and even some of them had already started to scab over after a while.

  However, internally, the muscles, meridians, and tendons are in a state of extreme tension due to the high-intensity combat, and many are on the verge of collapse. One misstep could result in permanent damage.

  This is because the physical strength is too weak.

  The original "Xiao Chen" was just a magic apprentice, and his strength was too weak.

  Even if Xiao Chen possessed the skills of a top strongman, he couldn't bring out even one tenthousandth of his past life's strength. This was indeed "a skilled woman cannot cook without rice".

  "It is necessary to open up the meridians as soon as possible, form a small Zhou Tian, in order to attract star power and refine the physical body."

  Xiao Chen closed his eyes and "meditated".

  "Meditation" is the way for magicians in this world to temper their spiritual power, that is, soul power.

  The "Meditation Method" of this world has also developed into countless types up to now, and is the most coveted secret book for magic professionals.

  Xiao Chen currently grasps only the primary meditation technique of Tianxing Academy, "Jing Shen Jue".

  He originally had a better way to improve his spiritual soul power, the "Zhou Tian Yuan Zhen Spiritual Technique", but that could only be done after building the foundation and forming the Small Heavenly Cycle.

  For now, temporarily use "Jing Shen Jue" as a substitute.

  The wind element wandering between heaven and earth rushes into the body, condensing bit by bit in the muscles, meridians, and tendons inside the body, improving physical fitness.

  After meditation for several hours, Xiao Chen once again felt the abundant magical power circulating within his body.

  Moreover, after several hours. The experience and benefits brought by the intense battle just now have also been gradually digested, and this body seems to be more in harmony with his soul, and every move is more natural.

  Stand up and stretch your limbs casually, with a crackling sound of bones.

  "It's this feeling, constantly getting stronger." Xiao Chen's mouth curved into a smile as he said in a low voice.

  Standing on the treetop, he tore off that tattered cassock and wore the gray linen undergarment inside. Looking at the horizon outside, it was a bit dark.

  "Go on!"

  Xiao Chen lightly kicked the tree trunk and in a gentle breeze, he slid out several meters, with a few illusory movements of his body, he disappeared into a thicket.

  In the marsh, before long, the sound of slaughter rose again...

  Two days later.

  In the swamp, a group of students who were undergoing trials were walking.

  "Today, our trial ranking has dropped out of the top five." A light blue-haired mage said in a low voice.

  Several others also looked unhappy.

  "Those Caronans don't know what kind of luck they've stumbled upon, killing three young striped leopards."

  "Impossible, three green-striped leopards? Those are formidable foes that only mentors can handle. Does Carlo's group have that kind of strength?" A brown-haired swordsman chimed in, indignant.

  "It's not just Caro, Trinson's team also killed a ghost-faced eagle last night and their ranking is now second only to ours."

  "What? Ghost Face Killer, if we run into him, all we can do is flee. Trinson is just a four-star swordsman, and the rest of his team are low-level trash. To think they could kill Ghost Face Killer, what a joke."

  "Also, Dororo's group... Black Spot Python..."

  Everyone was talking at once.

  This team led by Blue-haired Fasdan Daniel is the seeded team for this trial, each of them having the strength of a mid-tier professional. Among them, Daniel has the powerful strength of a six-star Fasdan, and this time they are going all out for first place in the trial.

  Originally, it had always maintained its third place in points.

  However, in recent days, they were suddenly overtaken by several teams behind them.

  Many teams inexplicably brought back the bodies of high-level wild beasts, such as Cyan Stripe Leopards, Ghost-faced Hawks, and Black Spotted Pythons... These were all powerful ferocious beasts that could evolve into magical beasts, and they naturally sensed something was amiss.

  However, trials are like this, regardless of the process, only the results matter.

  That year, there was also a legendary event where a two-star low-ranking swordsman found a demon beast egg in the swampy outer district. The two-star swordsman undoubtedly became that year's trial champion and is still talked about with relish by students to this day.

  Sometimes, luck is also part of strength.

  Daniel and others were depressed and vomited blood, but they had no way out.

  "Ah, there's movement!"

  A swordsman spoke up to remind him that his name was Fedler, with the strength of a five-star swordsman, second only to Daniel in the team.

  In the wind, there was a faint sound of beasts roaring from the front left.

  "Come on, let's go take a look."

  Federer and two other swordsmen immediately formed a triangular shape, subtly shielding Fass in the middle, and rushed forward.

  It's no wonder that this team, with one of the top three powers in the outer court, has every member who has experienced the Black Blood Swamp trial, their movements are well-coordinated and seasoned.

  The team's speed is not slow.

  However, by the time they arrived, a loud beast howl was heard, and then all sounds disappeared.

  Federer hacked at a bush.

  Just then, a giant beast came crashing down to the ground with a loud thud, its fresh blood gushing out in a torrent, and its massive body still twitching.

  Daniel arrived immediately, his eyes fixed: "Swamp Mud Wolf."

  This beast, also a fierce animal comparable to the green-striped leopard. However, at this time, it was dead and couldn't be deader.

  There is no one around.

  Everyone was at a loss for words and looked at each other in dismay.

  Only Daniel noticed, Federer stared blankly at a place.

  "Federer, what's wrong with you? What did you see?" Daniel asked.

  Federer blinked his eyes, seemingly thinking for a moment, then smiled wryly: "It should be one person, I didn't even see clearly, the speed was too fast, it seemed to be... black hair..."

  He was somewhat uncertain about that fleeting shadow.

  That speed left him feeling frustrated.

  "Black hair... alone..." Daniel muttered: "It seems that there is no such person among the trial takers."

  "Of course, it's not someone from our college who can take on the Muddy Wolf alone. There are only a few people in the trial team who can do that, and they're Daniel, Cook, Safin Dichi... none of them have black hair."

  Daniel smiled wryly: "Don't flatter me, Swamp Mad Wolf. I can barely kill you, but myself, at least I'll be seriously injured."

  "This person is at least also a high-level professional."

  At this time, a voice shouted: "Haha, who cares? That master obviously looks down on this mud wolf. Look, the corpse is just thrown here, we take it away and our points will go up quickly."

  "Yes, we'll take it away, don't waste it."

  Daniel apparently thought deeper and linked it to the recent surge in trial points of other teams, he vaguely guessed that it was probably the work of "Black Hair".

  If it's really like that, this black-haired person is crazily slaughtering these ferocious beasts in the outer district... what are they doing?