My Greatest Strength Is My Stamina

"Ling Ren, remember to use that move. This Thorn Purple Spirit Vine is most afraid of fire!" "Got it!" Si Rong nodded, took a small sword, and walked toward the distant Purple Spirit Vine. Ling Ren's Flying Flame Strike nearly severed ten of the Thorn Purple Spirit Vine's vines, leaving it unable to make any further moves. "It's not that, it's just that killing them is useless. It would be a waste of a Spirit Ring, so in the Hunting Forest, unless we encounter a suitable spirit beast, the three of us won't kill most of them; we just make them lose their ability to fight." Moreover, Wang Feng felt he should be reaching level sixteen soon. The purpose of this trip was to find a suitable Spirit Ring for Si Rong to break through. "Great! This hunt was perfect! An eight-hundred-year-old Thorn Purple Spirit Vine! However, Xiao Mie contributed the most this time; let's give him two Gold Spirit Coins as payment later!" Watching the three fight from afar, the eight-hundred-year-old Thorn Purple Spirit Vine was quickly brought down by their well-coordinated teamwork. "Xiao Mie, help us restore our spirit power to full!" "..." Lao Hei. At this moment, he actually still had spirit power to replenish everyone? Wang Feng nodded. Wang Feng did not say how much he had left. They had just fought a seven-hundred-year-old spirit beast, and although they won, all three were extremely exhausted.

Si Rong looked at Wang Feng and asked with a frown. Wang Feng nodded; it did make sense. If he were to hunt spirit beasts alone in the future without a team, he wouldn't need to kill them. "I can't help it, my greatest trait is my endurance." Wang Feng laughed sheepishly. "Lao Hei, take the Bitter Root." "The three of you, need a top-up?" Wang Feng's voice still sounded full of vigor. "Lao Hei, it really feels good! My whole body is tingling... this spirit power restoration is quite interesting." "It's a Thorn Purple Spirit Vine!" Ling Ren and Lao Hei also stood up, their eyes revealing a hint of joy as they looked into the distance. A figure suddenly appeared, rushing ahead of Si Rong and directly slaying the Purple Spirit Vine! Wang Feng stood behind Lao Hei. Si Rong's face was also covered in dense beads of sweat. This Thorn Purple Spirit Vine was as suitable as it could possibly be! Si Rong was stunned, then thought it made sense; after all, when encountering large spirit beasts, there is no extra time for replenishment. The three were panting and exhausted, but seeing this scene, their faces were filled with excitement. Just as Ling Ren finished speaking, Si Rong slapped him on the back of the head. "No... Xiao Mie, are you really only level fifteen?" Lao Hei scratched his head, "It's not like I haven't seen recovery-type Spirit Masters, even at level twenty-something, none of them have your endurance?"

Immediately after. Only Wang Feng remained spirited as he looked ahead. It emitted a pungent odor. "Does the Hunting Forest have such rules?" Wang Feng asked in surprise. "It's already night, and we haven't encountered a single suitable eight-hundred-year-old spirit beast; our luck is really bad." Lao Hei also sat on the ground, his sturdy frame now slumped. The main issue was that the three had been fighting all afternoon; even if their spirit power could be replenished, their mental state had truly declined. But the three were experienced, and Wang Feng felt nothing would go wrong. "Do you really still have spirit power?" Bang! Wang Feng laughed heartily. "Is your spirit power enough?" Si Rong looked at him with suspicion, "Our consumption is very low, but you are only level sixteen; you shouldn't have much spirit power, right? Isn't it a bit wasteful to replenish us like this?" Si Rong brought out the materials prepared in her pack. It was a pale white medicinal root about a finger long. A figure rushed over rapidly from the opposite side! Si Rong said to Wang Feng urgently. After restoring the three, Wang Feng estimated the spirit power left in his body; there was only a little bit remaining. The three were instantly stunned. They only waited for the final blow. It seemed the more he consumed, the faster his meditation and cultivation speed became. Swish! His spirit power was now at one-fifth. "No, no, it's not a waste at all." It seemed it could even be used for training. "Sorry, I saw this Thorn Purple Spirit Vine first; it belongs to me! You guys, move aside!" At this moment, just after he finished speaking, a rustling sound suddenly came from afar. After an afternoon of fighting, he actually felt these people were quite decent. Wang Feng focused his gaze; the three were indeed very well-prepared, and their target was likely this Thorn Purple Spirit Vine. The Bitter Root was a special herb; it had no other function than being extremely bitter, which could help refresh the mind. Once enveloped by the purple mist of the Thorn Purple Spirit Vine, the bitterness would stimulate the brain, preventing one from being hallucinated. It was just that most of the time they didn't kill them, only making these spirit beasts lose their combat ability so they could slowly recover. A pale purple mist suddenly obscured the view in the distance! "Let me help you recover; try to stay at full status," Wang Feng suggested. His spirit power was compressed; although he was only level fifteen, his spirit power was actually extremely durable, and combined with the Meteor Tear, it had an automatic recovery effect. Ling Ren had a spirit skill, Flying Flame Strike, which could coat his dagger in a layer of faint flame, the best method for dealing with this kind of Purple Spirit Vine. But under the constant replenishment of this child called Thanos, they had managed to fight ten spirit beasts in a row while staying at full status! When he gave Si Rong and Ling Ren their first spirit power restoration, the two finally felt the same refreshing sensation Lao Hei had experienced. She felt quite surprised in her heart; for a level fifteen Spirit Master to keep providing restoration to level twenty-something Spirit Masters was not easy. But until now, he still had spirit power to provide replenishment, which was truly extraordinary. The four had been in the Hunting Forest all afternoon, hunting various spirit beasts. Si Rong smiled. "You kid, you're not very old, but you like to say suggestive things." Ling Ren's eyes rolled, and a smile that all men understood appeared on his face, "However, this is no longer just ordinary endurance! We can't even handle it anymore, right? Sister Si Rong, can you still handle it?" This Ling Ren's personality was a bit cheeky, and he liked to tell dirty jokes. Wang Feng was eager to use more spirit power, directly using it to fuel the Golden Lotus to provide the three with a supply, "Besides, I think it's best to keep spirit power at full status. If we encounter a large, powerful spirit beast later, it will be easier to deal with if things get dangerous." Around eight hundred years; if his body hadn't been reforged, he would have needed to deal with it seriously too. However, just at this moment. Ling Ren explained with a smile, "However, some Spirit Masters are bloodthirsty; they might hunt spirit beasts even if they don't need a Spirit Ring. Everyone's pursuits are different." In the distance, a mocking laugh came: "You've got guts, daring to tease even me?" Si Rong glared at Ling Ren. "It's alright, I probably have enough to fully replenish each of you one more time." The Thorn Purple Spirit Vine would release a type of purple mist that affected a Spirit Master's mind, possessing a significant hallucinogenic effect; it was one of the attributes most needed by control-type Spirit Masters. This was an experienced team, and Wang Feng felt that this kind of combat was indeed much more fulfilling than the simple understanding he had gained at the academy. Si Rong looked at Ling Ren and instructed him. This afternoon, they had encountered at least ten spirit beasts; normally, the three would need to replenish after fighting at most four. All afternoon, his spirit power had been consumed and consumed, but now that he stopped to meditate, his cultivation speed had increased significantly. Although Wang Feng hadn't directly participated in the fighting this afternoon, he had been consuming spirit power the whole time! Ling Ren leaned against a tree, his mind full of exhaustion. The three looked at Wang Feng in unison and couldn't help but say together: "You still have spirit power?" A deep yellow Spirit Ring slowly lit up. Si Rong stood up abruptly, looking at the faintly visible vines in the distance, and said loudly, "Around eight hundred years! Perfect, it's exactly what I wanted!" Ling Ren said excitedly, "Sister Si Rong, go give this Purple Spirit Vine the final blow!" A sly smile appeared on Ling Ren's face.