Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff Slain

Hearing Asolun's tone, which sounded like he was fishing for praise, Matthews retorted irritably, "It was fine. You didn't even have to fight this magic beast."

"Boss, how about this: leave all the magic beasts to me from now on!"

Hearing Asolun's cocky tone, Matthews laughed and agreed.

Matthews processed the meat of the Great Strength Bull Demon by a small river before heading deeper into the Magic Beast Mountain Range. Along the way, Matthews practiced his blade techniques, with lightning-attribute Battle Qi coiling around Cold Light Ghost Shadow. This greatly enhanced his offensive capabilities, and during this stretch of the journey, Matthews easily killed a level seven magic beast.

The outer perimeter and the first half of the Magic Beast Mountain Range were usually crowded with rookies gaining experience, so one would occasionally run into other humans. But at the depth Matthews had reached, most were powerhouses.

One day, as Matthews and Asolun were walking through the mountains as usual, he quickly spotted a level eight magic beast, a Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff, hunting a level seven Iron-Armored Dragon. Although the Iron-Armored Dragon was a herbivorous magic beast, it possessed thick, sturdy armor.

While the Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff held the upper hand, it still had to be wary of the long horn on the Iron-Armored Dragon's head. Being pierced by that horn could pose a life-threatening danger to it!

"Your chance has arrived!"

Hearing Matthews say this, Asolun, despite having killed many level six magic beasts along the way, knew his own limits. He assumed his boss wanted him to challenge the level eight Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff.

"Boss, that's a level eight magic beast!"

"I know. Leave that Iron-Armored Dragon to you. I happen to want to test the results of my recent training!"

Hearing his boss say this, Asolun finally realized that Matthews intended to challenge the level eight Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff. Although he acknowledged his boss's strength, magic beasts were generally stronger than humans of the same level. And now, his boss wanted to challenge a level eight magic beast while only at the level seven warrior realm!

"Boss, can you handle it?"

"Don't be ridiculous. If I can't beat it, I can always run."

Matthews didn't rashly charge into the battlefield; instead, he used a magic attack from a distance.

"Whoosh—"

An Electromagnetic Cannon shot directly into the battlefield between the level eight Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff and the level seven Iron-Armored Dragon. The level eight Blood Mastiff was the first to react, dodging the sudden attack with a quick flash!

It immediately let out a dissatisfied roar in the direction the attack came from, filled with vigilance. Seeing this, the Iron-Armored Dragon tried to slip away. Asolun took off from Matthews's body to give chase, while Matthews gripped Cold Light Ghost Shadow and walked toward the level eight Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff.

Seeing that the one who had disturbed its hunt was a human warrior, the Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff's fur, which had bristled from the shock, settled down. However, it didn't have the habit of chatting before a fight like humans did. After sensing the general strength of this human warrior, it lunged at Matthews!

Matthews assumed a defensive stance. The blade of Cold Light, flashing with electric light, slashed directly at the right claw the Blood Mastiff was swinging, while Ghost Shadow backhanded toward its gaping, biting maw.

The iron claws of the level eight Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff didn't suffer any damage when they hit Matthews's Cold Light Blade, producing only the sound of clashing metal, but the Ghost Shadow in his left hand did slice open the lip of the Blood Mastiff's biting mouth.

"What immense strength!"

Matthews couldn't help but marvel at the natural physical gifts of magic beasts. In just one exchange, although Matthews hadn't suffered any injuries and had successfully defended against its attack, the level eight Blood Mastiff had knocked him back two meters with a single blow.

Matthews wasn't discouraged by this; instead, he excitedly swung his blades again to meet the Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff's attack.

"Clang— Ding—"

The sound of blades striking the magic beast's iron claws rang out incessantly. Matthews utilized all the moves he had practiced in this life-or-death struggle.

"Boom—"

Although Matthews was skilled with his blades, he was, after all, only at the level seven warrior realm. His physical constitution was a full tier below that of the level eight magic beast, and naturally, due to a lapse in concentration, he was swiped away by a claw.

"Hahaha, come again!"

Through the recent battle, Matthews had verified that with his current blade techniques, he couldn't overcome a level eight magic beast through raw power alone. The only difference between humans and magic beasts was that humans could comprehend technique.

Matthews had already touched the threshold of the third realm of blade technique, and now, relying on the speed boost provided by the electromagnetic devices on his legs, it was the perfect time to gain insight into his blade techniques under the pressure of a level eight magic beast!

With dual blades in hand, they moved like extensions of his arms. Every horizontal and vertical slash felt as natural and unpredictable as a mountain goat hanging by its horns; everything appeared effortless and fluid!

"Boom—"

After another strike, Matthews was knocked back five meters.

"Hahaha, hahahaha, I've grasped it!"

Just now, his blade technique had completely entered the third realm. The Cold Light in his hand seemed to have sliced through the air itself, cutting into the body of the level eight Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff with extreme speed.

A wound over twenty centimeters wide was carved into the Blood Mastiff's head by Matthews's blade light, though he was also injured because his Ghost Shadow defense was a split second too slow.

Regarding that last strike, Matthews was absolutely certain he had reached the threshold of "lifting the heavy as if it were light." The fact that the level eight Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff's upper jaw was nearly fractured was proof!

"Hahaha, come on, the next strike will definitely kill you!"

By this point, the Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff had developed an urge to retreat. Although the human before it was only a level seven warrior, the strange lightning circling his legs provided him with extreme agility. That last strike had even triggered its instinctual sense of danger. The Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff stared at Matthews and began to back away slowly.

How could Matthews let it leave? He fired his Electromagnetic Cannon directly. The Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff dodged the attack, and seeing that Matthews had no intention of letting it go:

"Roar—"

After a roar filled with fury, it accelerated and lunged at Matthews. Matthews adjusted his breathing, deepening his inhales and exhales. He lowered his legs, left foot forward and right foot back, lowering his center of gravity.

He held Ghost Shadow horizontally in front of him with his left hand, while the Cold Light in his right hand was tucked behind him. As the Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff lunged, Matthews used Ghost Shadow in his left hand to perform a reverse upward slash, blocking its incoming claws.

Immediately following this, the Cold Light in his right hand thrust forward, and the electric-flashing blade carved a bloody gash directly into the Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff's belly!

After this strike, Matthews turned around instantly. He saw that the intestines of the level eight Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff, which had landed on the ground, were already spilling out from the gash he had just created.

Matthews then dashed forward, the newly comprehended blade intent imbued within Cold Light, and severed the head of the Green-Eyed Blood Mastiff!