Big Brother, Big Brother, Don't Hit Me!

"Strange. Where did that guy Mu Chen get teleported to?"

Zhao Chen had been thinking about this the whole time. He had originally assumed that Mu Chen would not have been teleported too far away, probably somewhere in this forest.

But after walking all this way, he had not found any fresh traces.

That could only mean that Mu Chen seemed to have been teleported somewhere else.

In other words, he was the one holding the protagonist's script.

Zhao Chen glanced at the dejected Wu Yingying beside him and could not help rubbing the tip of his nose.

"There's a spirit beast ahead. It's a Fire Python Tiger."

Although her spirits were not particularly high, she was at least still competent.

The moment she sensed the aura of a spirit beast, she promptly called out its location.

"A Fire Python Tiger. That's a Level 2 Spirit Beast, probably about as strong as a Mountain Bear."

Zhao Chen's eyes lit up. Now that he had reached a Third-Level Spirit Body, he only needed two Level 1 Spirit Beasts and one Level 2 Spirit Beast.

The appearance of the Fire Python Tiger had solved one of his major problems.

"No, there's another spirit beast."

Wu Yingying suddenly frowned and warned him, "They seem to be fighting over something. Could some spirit medicine have appeared?"

Zhao Chen strode forward and casually said, "We'll know once we go take a look. It should be another Level 2 Spirit Beast."

The spirit medicine being contested by two Level 2 Spirit Beasts could probably allow him to directly unlock a Third-Level Spirit Body!

There were spirit beasts and spirit medicine too—his luck had arrived!

Wu Yingying had a rather bad feeling. The spirit medicine he had promised her—could he have just been making empty promises?

Why did she have the awful feeling that even after surviving until the end of the Spirit Road, she would still only have a First-Level Spirit Body?

The good news was that she had survived until the end.

The bad news was that she was only First-Level Spirit Body...

"Probably... not?"

Wu Yingying quickly cast the thought aside.

She felt that anyone with even a shred of decency would not go that far.

Besides, she could rely on herself too!

She waved the Snow White Dagger in her hand, then remembered that her Crimson Token was gone. Even if she killed spirit beasts, she had no way to absorb their essence and strengthen her Spirit Body.

In an instant, she became discouraged again.

"Roar!"

A fiery red spirit beast stood before them. A tail like that of a python extended from its back, constantly undulating as it flicked its tongue.

Opposite it was an Iron Wing Bird, flapping its gray wings.

"A Fire Python Tiger and an Iron Wing Bird—two Level 2 Spirit Beasts. Why are they facing off here?"

Zhao Chen recognized the two Low-Level Spirit Beasts and curiously looked toward the large boulder between them.

There, a vivid crimson spirit herb swayed continuously.

The crimson flower at its peak was exceptionally eye-catching.

A faint fragrance wafted toward them.

"Fire Fragrance Orchid! A spirit herb that can raise someone from a Second-Level Spirit Body to a Third-Level Spirit Body!"

At the sight, Wu Yingying's eyes widened as she could not help crying out.

Such an important spirit herb—no wonder the Fire Python Tiger and Iron Wing Bird, both on the verge of becoming Third-Level Spirit Beasts, were confronting each other here.

What a good thing!

"..."

Zhao Chen turned his head and looked at Wu Yingying. Was she doing that on purpose, or had she simply been careless?

He had tried his best not to make any noise when approaching.

Yet this Little Girl had cried out as though she were afraid the two Level 2 Spirit Beasts would fail to notice them.

"Sorry, I've just never seen anything like this before."

When Wu Yingying saw the Fire Python Tiger and Iron Wing Bird immediately turn their attention toward them, she finally realized the problem and hurriedly explained herself.

Still, it probably would not be too much of a problem, right?

A glint of slyness flashed through her clear eyes.

"Then pray for your own survival later."

Zhao Chen gave her another look, held the Asura Sword in his hand, and warned her.

"Why? Aren't you here too?"

Wu Yingying froze for a moment before asking instinctively.

He had been so formidable before, killing the Level 2 Spirit Beast Mountain Bear with a single sword strike. So killing the Fire Python Tiger and Iron Wing Bird with two strikes this time shouldn't have been a problem, right?

"Have you considered who I should attack first? And would the other spirit beast attack me, or attack you?"

Zhao Chen's words made Wu Yingying's heart nearly leap out of her chest.

She only had a First-Level Spirit Body. How could she possibly defeat a Level 2 Spirit Beast?

Besides, these were spirit beasts on the verge of reaching Level 3.

"Roar!"

"Chirp!"

The Fire Python Tiger and Iron Wing Bird instantly reached an agreement: they would deal with Zhao Chen and Wu Yingying first, then fight each other over the Fire Fragrance Orchid spirit medicine.

Zhao Chen glanced at Wu Yingying. Though she was nervous, she did not retreat, and he nodded slightly.

Looks like the training had been somewhat effective.

"Perfect. Two spirit beasts—neither of you is getting away!"

A cold glint flashed through Zhao Chen's eyes.

The chilling edge of the Asura Sword in his hand was incomparably dazzling.

Ssh!

Facing the Iron Wing Bird's speeding iron-wing strike, Zhao Chen slashed his sword against it.

Sparks immediately flew, and a large swath of iron feathers was cut away.

"A pity. I didn't cut off its wing."

With a backhand slash, Zhao Chen struck at the Fire Python Tiger lunging toward him, colliding fiercely with its tiger paw.

Thanks to the Asura Sword's sharpness, the tiger paw was severed cleanly.

Unlike the Iron Wing Bird, it had no smooth iron-feathered wings, nor did it possess such agile and swift speed. Zhao Chen dealt it a devastating blow.

"Roar!"

The Fire Python Tiger howled in agony, opening its blood-filled maw and biting fiercely at Zhao Chen.

Clang!

The Asura Sword was held horizontally before him and clamped between its jaws.

"Damn, you've got guts!"

Zhao Chen had been worried that after having its paw cut off, the Fire Python Tiger would evade and retreat like the Iron Wing Bird. But seeing its violent temper flare up, he burst out laughing.

He decisively shoved forward, and with the Asura Sword's sharpness, directly cut off the Fire Python Tiger's fangs.

"Slash!"

As it reeled in pain, Zhao Chen raised his sword and slashed at the Fire Python Tiger's head.

Crack.

Its heavy corpse crashed onto the ground.

The Iron Wing Bird, which had intended to seize the chance to attack, saw that the Fire Python Tiger had been killed outright. Panicked, it flapped its wings and tried to snatch the Fire Fragrance Orchid spirit medicine from the boulder before fleeing.

"Take my sword!"

Zhao Chen had thought the Iron Wing Bird would struggle a little longer, but it actually wanted to run.

Run away?

Once that thought arose and was put into action, how much combat strength could one still retain?

And as for defense...

As the blood-red sword light streaked out and landed on the Iron Wing Bird's back, a spray of blood appeared.

Bang!

The Iron Wing Bird fell straight to the ground. It was only a step away from the brightly blooming Fire Fragrance Orchid spirit medicine beside the boulder, yet it would never have another chance to touch it!

"They're dead!?"

Holding the Snow White Dagger, Wu Yingying stared dumbfoundedly at the corpses of the Fire Python Tiger and Iron Wing Bird.

The threat of two Level 2 Spirit Beasts attacking together had been resolved so easily—and they had been slain!?

Even someone like Wu Yingying, who had undergone specialized training, could never have achieved something so swift and decisive.

She swallowed, scenes of herself offending Zhao Chen flashing repeatedly through her mind.

Along with the image she could not help but imagine—of one day offending him and dying a miserable death.

"Big brother, big brother, don't hit me! I'll listen to everything you say!"

Wu Yingying was startled badly by her own imagination. Looking at the Asura Sword that had claimed one glorious victory after another, her heart grew even more anxious.

Just who was this person? He was terrifying.

Among those participating in the Spiritual Road Trial, how many could be so decisive and ruthless?

Zhao Chen glanced at Wu Yingying, walked over to the Iron Wing Bird's corpse, pulled out the Asura Sword he had thrown, and said irritably:

"You little girl, are you part of the cheer squad or something?"