In Douluo, I've Become One-Punch Man!

Sensing Lin Mo's gaze, Yu Xiaogang looked toward him, his eyes landing on Lin Mo's white hair.

"Lin Mo, if you maintain this Spirit Avatar state constantly, won't your internal spirit power be over-consumed?"

"You haven't obtained your first spirit ring yet; can you handle the drain?"

"We are going to be in this forest for a long time." Yu Xiaogang's tone carried a hint of concern.

"Thank you for your concern, Master, I am fine." Lin Mo smiled.

"This state doesn't consume much of my spirit power, so I can maintain it for quite a while."

The Inversion of Three state did not drain much of Lin Mo's own spirit power, allowing him to sustain it for extended periods.

This was precisely why Lin Mo had activated Inversion the moment he entered the Soul Hunting Forest.

Only while in the Inversion state could he better handle sudden situations; after all, this was the Soul Hunting Forest, where anything could happen.

He had to be prepared to face the unexpected at any moment!

Since Lin Mo insisted, Yu Xiaogang stopped trying to dissuade him, and the group continued deeper into the Soul Hunting Forest.

Luo Sanpao trotted ahead on its short legs, stopping occasionally to sniff the ground before looking back to grunt twice at Yu Xiaogang and then continuing forward.

Lin Mo walked at the rear of the group.

Tang San followed closely beside Yu Xiaogang, listening carefully to his explanations of various spirit beasts while occasionally asking a question or two.

Although they encountered some spirit beasts that barely met the requirements for Tang San and Lin Mo during the journey, they were only barely suitable, so they did not rush to act.

His standards were clear: since he wanted to provide the best for his disciples, he would never settle for less.

By evening, Yu Xiaogang selected a campsite, and the three of them set up for the night.

The spot Yu Xiaogang chose was a depression with complex terrain, surrounded by numerous towering trees.

Soon, Tang San took a bottle from his spirit tool containing a pale yellow powder.

Following Yu Xiaogang's instructions, he carefully sprinkled it in a circle around the edge of the camp, leaving no gaps.

Realgar Powder.

The pungent scent of the Realgar Powder permeated the air; it was a substance that acted as a repellent for most snakes and insects.

After a simple dinner, Yu Xiaogang took the first watch, while Lin Mo and Tang San entered the tent to begin meditating and recovering the spirit power they had expended during the day.

Shortly after nightfall, the sky turned pitch black.

The night in the Soul Hunting Forest was not quiet; the howls of unknown spirit beasts echoed from afar, accompanied by the rustling of the night wind through the treetops.

Suddenly, Luo Sanpao, who was keeping watch outside the tent with Yu Xiaogang, began to yelp.

The sound was short and urgent, completely different from its usual grunts.

Hearing this, Lin Mo and Tang San rushed out of the tent almost simultaneously, and the moment he emerged, Lin Mo had already re-entered the Inversion state.

His black hair turned snow-white in the blink of an eye, making him stand out strikingly in the darkness.

"It's the Nether Wolf!"

Looking at the dozen or so pairs of green eyes in the surrounding darkness, Yu Xiaogang spoke, his voice low but devoid of panic.

Accompanied by low whimpers, one gray-black figure after another emerged slowly from the woods.

The Nether Wolves were covered in iron-gray fur, their bodies a size larger than ordinary wolves, with thick, powerful limbs and slightly parted jaws revealing sharp, white fangs.

Before Yu Xiaogang could command Luo Sanpao to use a spirit skill to drive the pack away, he saw that Lin Mo had already engaged them.

Lin Mo's figure moved like a phantom, leaving an afterimage behind as he appeared in front of the nearest Nether Wolf.

Yu Xiaogang was startled, instinctively wanting to command Luo Sanpao to provide support.

Luo Sanpao's two major spirit skills, whether Thunder Shock or Hypnosis, were area-of-effect attacks that lacked friendly-fire immunity.

This was the main reason Yu Xiaogang hadn't rushed to have Luo Sanpao release a skill.

He was still struggling with how to have Luo Sanpao use a skill to support Lin Mo without affecting him.

The next moment, he was left dumbfounded.

Those iron-gray Nether Wolves appeared incredibly fragile before Lin Mo's palms, which looked as white and soft as jade.

Every time Lin Mo's palm landed on a Nether Wolf's head, it signaled the fall of that beast.

His movements were not flashy; one could even say they were simple to the extreme.

The most direct close-quarters combat: raise a hand, and let it fall.

Lin Mo's palm struck the crown of the Nether Wolf's head, emitting a dull thud.

The Nether Wolf didn't even have time to let out a scream before its limbs went limp and it collapsed to the ground, its iron-gray fur devoid of any remaining vitality.

Having succeeded with one strike, Lin Mo didn't pause for even a second; he pushed off the ground with force, his figure already turning toward the next Nether Wolf.

That Nether Wolf opened its blood-stained maw, preparing to snap at Lin Mo's throat.

Lin Mo neither dodged nor retreated; his right hand struck first despite starting later, slamming a palm onto the top of the Nether Wolf's head.

Another dull thud echoed.

The Nether Wolf's body stalled in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, its limbs twitching twice before it stopped moving entirely.

The remaining Nether Wolves seemed to have their ferocity ignited by the death of their companions, and three of them lunged at Lin Mo simultaneously from different directions.

Lin Mo tapped his toes lightly against the ground, advancing instead of retreating, and slammed directly into the chest of one of the Nether Wolves.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and struck from bottom to top.

A clean, crisp uppercut smashed into the Nether Wolf's chin.

A sharp crack rang out.

The Nether Wolf's jawbone was shattered by the punch, its entire body sent flying upward before crashing heavily to the ground, motionless.

Just as this Nether Wolf hit the ground, Lin Mo used the momentum of his punch to turn around, his right leg sweeping out like a whip.

The wind whistled from the force of his leg.

The other two Nether Wolves were struck in the waist by this sweep and let out a simultaneous, shrill howl.

Their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings, slamming into the trunks of two large trees before sliding to the ground, where they struggled for a moment before breathing their last.

This completely defied Yu Xiaogang's understanding.

Under normal circumstances, wolf-type spirit beasts are very similar to dogs.

They all have copper heads, iron bones, and tofu-soft waists.

To severely injure or kill them, one would normally target the waist.

Yet, Lin Mo spent most of his time aiming every strike directly at their heads, clearing out this pack of wolf pups in the span of a few breaths.

These Nether Wolves were as fragile as paper in front of him.

From the moment Lin Mo made his move until all ten-plus Nether Wolves lay on the ground, no more than ten breaths of time had passed.

Every single one was killed in a single strike!