"Hey! You brat, did you pay the protection fee? Believe it or not, I'll butcher you!"
Dressed in black, Chuka glared viciously at the Scare Apple.
The face on the apple yawned, completely unmoved.
Worried that releasing her aura would alert the Elves, Chuka tried several other methods afterward, but none had ideal results.
These Scare Apples already possessed considerable intelligence. They even treated Chuka as entertainment.
"Hehehe, you forced my hand."
Chuka extended a cat paw and viciously clawed at the empty air.
"Zii!!"
A shrill, ear-piercing sound, like claws scraping across a blackboard, echoed through the woods. The sudden noise made the fruits' eyes bulge.
They had clearly been frightened.
Before the Scare Apples could react, Chuka plucked one off the tree.
Wang Zhanbo held up a poster and repeatedly compared it to the apple in Chuka's paw.
"Hmm..."
"Meow, how is it?"
"Scare level 25. It should be edible."
"Next."
After estimating the depth of the roots and the hardness of the ground, the Fire Dragon—
—threw a light punch.
"Whoosh!"
A howling gale, comparable to a level 21 storm, ravaged the entire grove.
Amid the gale, the Scare Apples' eyes bulged and blood vessels spread across them, as if they were screaming that they were about to die.
The Fire Dragon picked several with the most exaggerated expressions.
"Scare level 35. It has reached the standard of minor delicacy."
With the Fire Dragon and Chuka's tests as reference, Wang Zhanbo, whose mind was racing at high speed, pushed up nonexistent glasses.
"As expected, these fruits possess far more intelligence than imagined."
"Simple threats can't produce a very high scare level. It looks like we need something harsher."
"Clang!"
A crisp sword cry rang out.
The oil-stained blade at Wang Zhanbo's waist slid slightly from its sheath,