Wind-Chasing Leg

"Zeus Familia?" Zhang Ruofeng was quite familiar with the name Zeus. As a Main God, he frequently appeared in various games, but Zhang Ruofeng truly couldn't confirm if the Zeus he knew in this world was a magnificent and powerful peerless monarch or a lecherous old man. Xin Mu clearly shared this sentiment; she seemed to frown upon hearing the shouts from outside the window. After all, the descriptions of Zeus's power and flaws in her own world were too vivid, making this Lord of Gods who wielded lightning seem less imposing.

"Well, well, if you're interested, you can go take a look. Their base is in the area by the wall to our due east, though it's strictly guarded and they won't let others in." Goddess Fura laughed. As her own Main God in this world, Fura actually had a pretty good relationship with Zeus.

"Forget it, I'd better focus on recovering my body as soon as possible." Zhang Ruofeng closed his eyes after speaking.

Time flew by. A few days passed, and Zhang Ruofeng's body returned to its peak state. It could be said that even Zhang Ruofeng knew he had never been this resilient before. Even during the days when he was self-abandoning and messing around outside, his physical and mental state had never been this strong. This made Zhang Ruofeng realize one thing: the growth of the endurance attribute didn't just affect his physical strength and resistance to blows; his mental state had also improved significantly. This made Zhang Ruofeng feel slightly more at ease regarding his mysterious skill, Boiling Dragon Blood. Over the past few days, Zhang Ruofeng had clearly felt himself becoming more attentive toward Xin Mu and Fura, a development that set off internal alarms for him every single time.

"Well, this skill actually has some unexpected benefits." Fura said to Xin Mu while eating, though Zhang Ruofeng was also silently eating nearby. "Usually, when it got to nighttime, even if we called for Zhang Ruofeng, he would use the excuse of pretending to sleep to brush us off. Now, he unexpectedly helps out with things."

"Mm." Xin Mu replied. After all, it was a good thing that Zhang Ruofeng was willing to communicate with her and Fura, rather than hiding in a corner to sleep immediately after being the last one to finish showering like before. Xin Mu had even once heard Zhang Ruofeng whispering "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form" in the corner. Zhang Ruofeng's rejection of women was even quite distorted, but he was usually very good at reading people, so those familiar with him felt he was gentle. This huge contrast seemed to have attracted the attention of several underclassmen toward Zhang Ruofeng. However, not wanting to share Zhang Ruofeng's gentleness, Xin Mu didn't know when this thought had emerged, but it only flashed through her mind. Habits formed over time made Xin Mu not particularly attached to anything, and the fact that she could be attached to Zhang Ruofeng was, in itself, unbelievable to her.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open. A tall human wearing a pair of heavy-looking metal boots walked in. Every step produced a faint metallic clinking sound, yet his expression seemed quite relaxed.

"Greetings, Goddess Flora. I have come again." The man's demeanor was steady, and his voice was deep. Although he was lean, just standing there, a sense of danger rushed toward Zhang Ruofeng, causing his nerves to tense up instantly as he slightly shifted into a horse stance.

"Oh? It seems your new Familia member has very sharp senses this time." The man immediately shifted his gaze to Zhang Ruofeng; Zhang Ruofeng's subconscious vigilance had already been detected by him.

"Alright, alright. Last time we first met, that violent girl almost bristled. Don't keep testing the people in my house." Goddess Fura quickly stepped out to break the somewhat volatile atmosphere. Zhang Ruofeng silently relaxed his tense state, while the man just rubbed his nose sheepishly. "You guy, you can never shake off your killing intent every time you come out of the Dungeon. My flowers are going to be scared by you." The Goddess pouted in dissatisfaction, then turned to pick up a bouquet prepared since the morning. Each bouquet had a pale white flower blooming, clearly picked by the Goddess from the garden behind the house this morning. "I heard a few days ago that you had returned to the middle floors, so I knew you would be coming back to the surface. Same as always, one hundred flowers. Just settle the bill with me when you have time."

"Thanks, sorry to trouble you every time." The man bowed his head slightly to express his gratitude, then frowned as he looked at Zhang Ruofeng and Xin Mu, silently walking out of the flower shop. His entire figure vanished from the shop entrance almost in an instant.

"Always acting so mysterious." Fura shook her head and said. Seeing the confused expressions on Zhang Ruofeng and Xin Mu, she smiled and explained to them: "This person is a Level 6 adventurer belonging to the Zeus Familia and is the fastest person on the entire continent. Known by the nickname Kolenmar, the Wind-Chasing Leg, he is also a regular customer of Fura Flower Shop. The Zeus Familia has existed for a thousand years, and the number of dead powerhouses and Familia members is countless. The Zeus Familia has an entire forest of tombstones alone. Therefore, every time the Zeus Familia returns from an expedition, they perform routine worship, and our flower shop is where they buy flowers for these rites."

"That person is very strong." Even the tension he hadn't felt when facing several adults made Zhang Ruofeng's impression of the legendary Wind-Chasing Leg too profound; just by that person standing there, Zhang Ruofeng had felt a sense of suffocation.

"Hahaha, after all, he is a Level 6 adventurer. As one of the strongest people in this world, he is naturally powerful." The Goddess smiled and said, "I believe you can become like him too."

"But his strength alone probably won't be enough to fulfill his tragic wish." Zhang Ruofeng finished speaking and stood up, changing his mood, and walked out lazily. Xin Mu didn't find it strange; whenever Zhang Ruofeng acted lazily, it basically meant he wasn't paying much attention.

However, Zhang Ruofeng knew for himself that he was still not strong enough. This person had actually given him a sense of oppression he had never experienced before. Even his uncle, the strongest combat expert in his former unit, hadn't made him feel suffocated back when he didn't know how to fight. Yet now, he had no resistance against this Wind-Chasing Leg; it felt as if he couldn't even block a single finger of the opponent. Just that speed at which he vanished at the door—his eyes had been fixed on the man the whole time, but the moment the man disappeared, Zhang Ruofeng hadn't even seen a black shadow. It was as if the opponent had teleported away rather than simply running off. This was countless times faster than the speed at which Perman snatched his cigarette; at the very least, Zhang Ruofeng could see the twitch of Perman's shoulders, whereas this Wind-Chasing Leg had vanished in an instant.