Chapter 22: How the Savior Was Tempered (1)

  The red figure crouched at the edge of the cliff, carefully looked into the valley for a while, let out a sigh of relief, "Right, that's Ye Huan, but the rumors are not wrong!"

  His tone was even filled with joy, "Look at his footsteps, the swing of his arms, and the rhythm of his chest rising and falling as he breathes... Haha, he's really become a useless person, no wonder he hasn't appeared on Mount Heilong's martial arts stage in years!"

  "Wow, he's really been defeated by that demon! Donglin Star, who almost took down my brother and thirteen other geniuses with his own strength back then, has become a useless person! Praise you, Caesar, you demon, it only took one punch to blow up Ye Huan's heart!"

  "It's settled then, no suspense needed!" The red figure sprang up nimbly. "At the upcoming martial arts tournament, Caesar will be first and I'll be second... just as unsurprisingly, tonight, including Ye Huan, everyone in Hei Gu will become my food!"

  As he spoke, his slender twin swords rose up, and he sang cheerfully: "Kids, let's start, enjoy your delicious meal! However, please note that Ye Huan, this guy who once defeated my big brother, is my own prey!"

  Very coincidentally, the red cloud that he summoned happened to arrive under the moon, and through the clouds, a streak of silver moonlight and red cloud light intertwined together, then splashed onto the northern slope of the mountain... There, about eight hundred ferocious wolfmen had raised their heads, and in addition, there were also densely packed, countless wolves that even the Heavenly Father might not be able to count!

  Wooooo~~~~~

  In the midst of a chilling wolf howl, eight hundred werewolves served as vanguards, pouring down from the mountain top like a tsunami. They all wore the same black armor and resembled an elite human army, armed with sharp long spears and curved swords hanging from their waists. Even on their backs, they had a row of fan-shaped javelins - this was the inheritance of the Roman legion's pilum formation that once swept across a continent before the Great Calamity.

  ……

  At this time, Ye Huan was standing on a small wooden bridge that connected the East District and the West District, looking incredulously at the scenery in front of him - the East District behind him was already very poor, with leaky thatched cottages, broken wells, and garbage dumps emitting foul odors. Such an environment could be called a slum, but compared to the West District...

  Heaven!

  Across the street, there were only about twenty or thirty buildings, almost all of which looked the same. They were made by surrounding a circle with some tattered reed mats and securing them with a few wooden stakes, then covering the top with several thin planks of wood. It's easy to imagine just how low the temperature inside such a building would drop in the bitter cold of minus twenty or thirty degrees.

  What shocked Ye Huan the most was the state of the residents here, such as a woman crouching under the bridgehead, who was only 27 or 28 years old, but her hair had already turned white. She stared blankly at the farmers on the other side of the river who were celebrating, and in her small eyes, there was a numbness that couldn't be seen even in people in their sixties...

  "Asura actually lives in this kind of place, her family..."

  Behind Adolf, he curled his lip and said, "Hey, boss, I really can't answer this question. Honestly, although I'm a poor devil, sometimes I can also get rid of a few small ** to make money, so don't ask me about the slums... damn it, what's that smell?"

  He lowered his head and sniffed the air like a hunting dog, then suddenly his figure vanished into thin air.

  Almost at the same time, the Wind Wing behind Ye Huan opened without instruction and forcibly brought him forward with a few big strides.

  Boom!

  Just a few seconds after Ye Huan escaped, a javelin fell from the sky and pierced through the small wooden bridge.

  Ye Huan rolled on the ground a few times without any elegance, got up, and looked around in a daze. He saw Adolf already standing beside that woman, with only his 1.5-meter-tall body blocking her behind him. In his hand was a sharp spear with an iron-reinforced tip, about three meters long. After saving the person, he seemed to want to come back and save Ye Huan, but seeing Ye Huan had already dodged away on his own, Adolf shrugged strangely, "You're not a useless person, are you... Ha, this is interesting! A useless person who can't even lift a 20-kilogram iron block actually only lagged behind me by half a step!"

  As he sniffed the spear, his eyes gleamed with ferocity, excitement, and a hint of joy. "So it's the scent of Wolf's Fang... Hey, boss, your speed wasn't bad just now, but for your own sake, quickly tell me how many third-level Soul Masters or higher you can handle!"

  "Third, Third-Class Soul Master!?"

  Ye Huan had tested it when he was just a few centimeters away from the Wind Wing, but that was only at the level of a first-class Soul Master. If he were to face a third-class Soul Master...

  Something even more frightening is yet to come!

  On the western cliff, a group of wolfmen howled and rushed down, this steep slope was an insurmountable barrier for humans, but for the agile wolfmen who had lived in the mountains since childhood, within ten seconds, more than twenty wolfmen jumped directly from the cliff into the Black Valley, and Adolf's previous words seemed to be saying... that these wolfmen, even the weakest were third-level soul masters!

  "Taniguchi!"

  Ye Huan subconsciously shouted out the only way out, and then he heard a very soft, even somewhat effeminate voice mocking him, "Dear Mr. Ye Huan, is your body ruined, or has your brain also been ruined? Or do you think I'm a fool who doesn't know to block off the mountain road on the south side?"

  That's the red knight riding the Nightmare!

  Along the direction he appeared, an old man in a tailcoat also appeared on the mountain road to the south...

  "Yehuan, now is our time, are you ready to die first and then be eaten by me, or eat while dying?" The red knight burst out laughing sarcastically.

  Ye Huan's response was: He turned around and ran away.

  Talk to him?

  What a joke, this knight's attire is obviously the leader of the wolf pack, in other words, the strongest master. Talking to him for another sentence is equivalent to wasting one second of escape time - as for the others, who cares who this werewolf is, why he attacked Black Valley, and why he can call out his own name... Screw it, who has the mood to think about this at this time!

  After escaping for over a dozen meters, Ye Huan realized how wise it was to bring Adolf today and how cost-effective the 21 gold coins he spent the previous few days were!

  Just as he escaped, the red werewolf pounced down from the Dream Beast, its massive body shrouding Ye Huan's head like a red cloud. The two daggers in his hand stabbed towards Ye Huan's shoulders, one on each side. However, a frail figure appeared in his arms, and the werewolf's action of stabbing out with both swords was as if it had embraced this figure.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, it's game time now. First answer my question... Do you dare to chase and kill Adolf's boss? The result is, a, being knocked to death by me with one headbutt, or b, knocking his head against mine and dying?"

  Adolf hugged the werewolf tightly, gave a light lick on his face mask, and then... BAM! A headbutt with the most ferocious force smashed onto the red werewolf's forehead.

  Two figures separated, Adolph's face was covered in blood, but he landed steadily on the snowy ground. He licked away the blood near his mouth and swallowed it in big gulps, then raised a middle finger at the nearby Nightmare Beast... The Nightmare Beast charged over in anger, but Adolph had already turned sideways, and a hook punch whizzed out to strike the Nightmare Beast's chin.

  Pfft!

  A strange sound, the beast's half head was smashed into a pulp, splashing in the snowy ground, bright red blood, snow white snow, blending together...

  "Boss, the Nightmare Beast was easy to deal with, but this wolf... Alright, I admit it, he's a bit of a handful!" Adolf gazed at the red werewolf opposite him, who was slowly getting up, his faceplate already dented from being rammed into. He still had that carefree expression, but his lips were pursed together. "You're the boss, so you go first, I'll cover your back!"

  The werewolf also smiled ferociously, his eyes no longer seeing Ye Huan's figure, excitedly staring at the small guy in front of him, "Ora ora, where did this disgusting little punk come from? After Ye Huan, Donglin actually has another expert like you... Alright, the suspense begins, I love suspense!"