Level Three Rage

The system's prompt sound suddenly rang out, completely stunning Chang Ping.

He had thought it was the ghost of a Horned Sheep coming to claim his life!

He was alone in the woods in the middle of the day, and it was genuinely frightening.

The prompt sound disappeared, and Chang Ping discovered he had acquired a passive skill—Rage.

It would trigger when his emotions ran high, temporarily increasing his Strength by 200% until his mood returned to normal.

When in Rage, his eyes would turn red.

They should turn red; the skill description said so.

His Rage level was currently one. After accumulating the hunting of 100 Horned Sheep, it would advance to level two. This meant Chang Ping now only needed to hunt 90 more Horned Sheep to upgrade this passive skill.

"No rush to eat, leveling up the skill is more important," Chang Ping piled the sheep—Xi Yang Yang, Mei Yang Yang, Lan Yang Yang, and Fei Yang Yang—together, preparing to roast them after leveling up.

The higher the Rage level, the more secure his actions would be tonight.

To improve his hunting efficiency, Chang Ping took out the Desert Eagle.

"My big gun has been thirsty for a long time!" He disengaged the safety, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

The twilight deepened.

Beside a bonfire, Chang Ping, while brushing on seasoning, frantically swallowed.

"Delicious! It's truly so delicious! Can't rush it; haste makes waste. The meat isn't fully cooked yet; I need to wait a little longer." Chang Ping continuously soothed his unruly stomach.

After a whole afternoon of work, he had pretty much wiped out all the Horned Sheep in the Trial Ground.

He had a huge pile of horns, hides, and demon cores. After dinner, he would take them all to the street in front of the academy to sell.

Horns were five coins, hides were three coins, and demon cores were five coins. The spoils from one Horned Sheep could be sold for a total of thirteen Demon Spirit Coins. The pile in front of him could be sold for about twenty thousand Demon Spirit Coins.

With this money, he wouldn't have to eat the pig slop from the first floor of the cafeteria anymore, and he could also pay off his debt to Lu Piao.

He decided to return the three thousand Demon Spirit Coins for food expenses to Lu Piao and clear the favor.

That kid constantly called him a glutton; it was annoying to hear.

Besides acquiring some spoils, Chang Ping's Rage had also leveled up.

It had reached level three, capable of temporarily increasing Strength by 600%, dealing six times the damage with a single punch—incredibly overpowered.

"Time's about right, I can start eating!" Chang Ping grabbed a lamb chop, ready to dig in.

Just then, rustling footsteps came from the nearby bushes.

Soon after, three senior students walked over together.

They wore black student robes and gazed longingly at the meat on the grill.

Chang Ping sat on a large rock, gnawing on a lamb chop while observing the three senior students from the Formal Class with a blank expression.

The fat one drooled at the sight of the lamb chops on the grill, while the thin one and short one stared at the mountains of horns and demon cores with gleaming eyes.

"Hey, kid, did you get all this?" the short one turned around and asked arrogantly.

Chang Ping nodded, remaining silent.

The thin one asked curiously, "There must be at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, spoils here. How did you take down so many Horned Sheep?"

"No comment!" Chang Ping stood up, used his chopsticks to pick up all the remaining lamb chops from the grill, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed vigorously, his mouth glistening with oil.

"You! You ate them all?" the fat one exclaimed anxiously.

Chang Ping wiped the oil from his mouth. "They're my things. I'll eat as much as I want. What business is it of yours? Do you need something, or can you scram? Don't disturb my meal!"

He could tell these three uninvited guests had ill intentions, so there was no need to be polite.

"How dare you! How dare you speak to your seniors like that? Are you looking for a beating, kid?" The short one glared with his beady eyes, baring his teeth as if ready to pounce and bite.

They had been looking for an excuse to seize these items for themselves!

Now that this brat had insulted them, they had the perfect reason to snatch everything as compensation and teach him a lesson.

"Yeah! I am looking for a beating! Come on, beat me!" Chang Ping beckoned to the short one with his finger. "The three of you, come at me together. I'm in a hurry!"

"What an arrogant little brat, today I'll show you how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"

"You ate everything, didn't even leave a single piece for me! I'm angry! Very angry! The consequences will be severe!"

"Stinky brat! How dare you snatch our spoils? Get out of our camp right now, and we'll let bygones be bygones."

The three Formal Class students lunged at Chang Ping, flailing their arms.

What they didn't notice was a blood-red hue flooding Chang Ping's eyes.

"Die!"

The short one was the first to reach Chang Ping, throwing a low kick towards Chang Ping's crotch, aiming to end his lineage.

Dealing with such dishonorable scoundrels, Chang Ping didn't hold back either. He swung a powerful slap across the short one's face.

"Slap!"

Before the short one could even kick Chang Ping, his head snapped to the side, and he fell to the ground, his fate uncertain.

"Savage Charge!" the fatty crossed his arms and charged fiercely at Chang Ping's back.

Chang Ping leaped lightly, dodging the fatty's collision.

Due to inertia, the fatty couldn't stop in time and plunged headfirst into the bonfire, instantly becoming a large fireball.

"Ah! Fire! I'm on fire! Help me! Someone help me!" the fatty scrambled out of the bonfire, rolling and crawling.

The skinny one rushed over to help the fatty put out the fire.

Unexpectedly, Chang Ping followed behind and kicked him into the bonfire as well.

"You dare to come out and rob with just these skills?" Chang Ping crossed his arms and snorted contemptuously.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Two sharp arrows flew through the air, heading straight for the back of Chang Ping's head and heart.

Chang Ping rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the fatal attacks.

"Who? Who's shooting arrows from behind? Get out here! Don't be a coward, show yourself if you have the guts!" Chang Ping turned and shouted.

"Pat pat pat!" A round of applause echoed from deep within the dense forest.

"To think you could dodge my deadly double strike, not bad~"

Chang Ping narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a seductive woman standing on a tree branch, licking her scarlet lips and staring intently at him.

No, not a woman, a shemale!

His crotch was bulging so high, and he had a full beard. What else could he be but a shemale?

After entering Rage, Chang Ping's Strength not only increased, but his eyesight also improved, allowing him to see clearly.

The shemale flipped down from the tree, holding a short bow, and sprinted over. In no time, he appeared before Chang Ping.

"Snap!"

He snapped his fingers, putting his bow into his Space Ring. He licked his red lips and stared intently at Chang Ping, saying, "You're amazing! Even better than I expected! I'm starting to understand why the Vice Guild Leader wants me to capture you."

"What Vice Guild Leader crap are you talking about? Fight me if you want to fight, stop with the pointless chatter!" Chang Ping vaguely guessed that this person had something to do with the Dark Guild.