The three Gale Wolves fell silent on the ground. The clamor in the forest came to a complete end as the slightly cool evening breeze swept through the trees, dispersing the lingering scent of blood and beastly frenzy in the air.
Xiao Wu lowered her head and kicked one of the wolf corpses beneath her feet. Her little face was full of confusion as she casually muttered, "This is seriously ridiculous. The books say hundred-year Gale Wolves are fierce and violent, and even harder to deal with when they hunt in packs. So why did they feel so soft when we fought them today? There was barely any pressure from start to finish."
Ning Rongrong stood to the side, her exquisite glazed eyes quietly settling on the calm youth beside her. An irrepressible smile curled at the corners of her lips.
She said nothing and did not expose him, but she already understood perfectly well.
It was not that the soul beasts had grown weaker. Someone had been secretly controlling the battle from beginning to end, quietly holding back and smoothing away every deadly danger, leaving them only a safe training match.
Lin Chen stood tall, his expression calm and unruffled. He looked no different from an ordinary student relaxing after a fight, yet inwardly, his thoughts were racing wildly.
*If they still had to fight for their lives over such a minor situation, wouldn't my genuine level 62 Soul Emperor cultivation be completely wasted? And there's the Star Hidden Grass I specifically took from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—the ultimate immortal herb for playing weak while hiding strength. It completely locks down all my Soul Power and spiritual fluctuations. Even a Title Douluo wouldn't spot the slightest flaw. To outsiders, I'll always look like a pathetic level