Lin Mo quickly shook his hands, flinging off as much of the red and white matter stuck to them as he could.
Some still remained.
He looked around and spotted Luo Sanpao trotting over. Smiling, Lin Mo beckoned it closer.
Luo Sanpao looked confused. But once it reached Lin Mo, he immediately crouched down and started running his hands all over it.
By the time it realized what Lin Mo was up to and tried to get away, it was too late.
Lin Mo had already used its head as a towel to wipe his hands clean.
It had come to help on Yu Xiaogang's orders. It had never expected its soft, sleek fur to become Lin Mo's hand towel.
Its little blue eyes went round as saucers, and two streams of hot air blew from its nostrils. It was clearly quite unhappy with Lin Mo's behavior.
But after seeing how vicious Lin Mo had been, it didn't dare show too much resistance.
All it could do was give a couple of soft whines to express its displeasure.
Feeling Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's gazes on him, Lin Mo smiled and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't I tell you before? I was born with divine strength!"
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's mouth twitched.
Born with divine strength?
That couldn't possibly explain all this, could it?
Could sheer brute force and hand-to-hand combat really let someone kill so many ten-year Nether Wolves in the blink of an eye?
Yu Xiaogang didn't believe it.
Looking at Lin Mo's calm expression, he couldn't help thinking that Lin Mo's mysterious Martial Soul must have more to it than he knew.
After all, even if someone wanted to do what Lin Mo had just done so effortlessly...
Even Battle Soul Masters with Beast Martial Souls from the Power Attack System would have a hard time managing it with brute force alone, without using their Soul Skills.
Yet Lin Mo was still only a mere level-ten Soul Scholar. He hadn't even officially obtained a Soul Ring.
Tang San fell silent for a moment, his gaze shifting between the Nether Wolf corpses on the ground and Lin Mo.
"Lin Mo, since you killed all these Soul Beasts, you can absorb the Soul Rings they produce. Do you want to?"
Lin Mo instinctively shook his head. "No. They're too weak."
He answered briskly, without the slightest hesitation.
Nether Wolves had never been among Lin Mo's candidates for his First Soul Ring.
There was no other reason.
Nether Wolves were too weak!
Not only were they weak, their bloodlines were weak too!
If he really absorbed the Soul Ring of a ten-year Nether Wolf as his First Soul Ring, he'd be cutting off his own future!
Even in the entire Soul Hunting Forest, Nether Wolves ranked in the middle to lower reaches of the food chain.
They were the sort that couldn't get enough to eat and couldn't do anything right!
A Body Martial Soul offered a wide range of choices when it came to Soul Rings. Compared with a Soul Beast like the Nether Wolf, which was no good at anything...
Lin Mo would much rather choose a Soul Beast with a decent bloodline and a natural bent toward strength.
Hearing Lin Mo's answer, Yu Xiaogang nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes.
Then, all at once, everything around them fell silent.
The quiet came out of nowhere. Even the insects stopped chirping, leaving only the breathing of the three people and one beast.
A fishy scent seemed to seep into the air, mingled with a faint sweetness and the fragrance of tea.
As soon as Tang San noticed it, his expression changed. He blurted out, "Teacher, Lin Mo, be careful! There's something poisonous nearby!"
In his previous life, he had dealt with countless poisonous creatures. He knew this scent all too well.
Yu Xiaogang immediately swept his right hand out. The two yellow Soul Rings around him appeared directly around Luo Sanpao.
Luo Sanpao warily stared at a nearby thicket, its nose twitching incessantly as a low growl rumbled in its throat.
Following Tang San's gaze, Lin Mo looked toward the thicket. Thanks to the advantage of his Body Martial Soul, he could make out the figure hidden beneath the brush.
A dark green, triangular snake's head rose from the thicket, with ruby-like little eyes set on either side.
Its forked tongue flicked out between its jaws, quivering rapidly.
A Datura Snake.
Lin Mo recognized what it was, but his brows furrowed slightly.
They had sprinkled Realgar Powder around their camp. It was supposed to repel snakes, and even a Datura Snake should have been affected to some extent.
His gaze swept quickly over the ground, and he soon found the answer.
The yellow powder around the Datura Snake had been trampled into disarray, mixed up with dirt and grass until it was unrecognizable.
The Nether Wolves that had just charged over had trampled all the Realgar Powder.
Lin Mo's heart tightened.
Could those wolves have been driven toward them by the Datura Snake?
Had it done that so they would trample the Realgar Powder around the camp?
If so, this Datura Snake was frighteningly clever!
But before Lin Mo could think any further, the Datura Snake's body traced a dark green arc through the grass, moving so fast it nearly left an afterimage.
It shot straight toward them.
At Yu Xiaogang's command, Luo Sanpao had already charged head-on to meet it. The two Soul Rings around it flashed in quick succession.
The first yellow Soul Ring lit up. As its glow swelled and shrank, Luo Sanpao took a deep breath, its belly visibly swelling.
"Fart like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
A muffled explosion burst from behind Luo Sanpao. A blast of yellow gas surged forward, hurtling straight at the Datura Snake.
Then the second Soul Ring lit up as well.
"Fart like smoke, Hypnosis—Luo Sanpao!"
Another cloud of yellow gas shot from Luo Sanpao's chubby rear.
This time, the gas was much thicker, slowly spreading toward the Datura Snake.
The two clouds of yellow gas billowed out one after the other, making the air around them murky.
But in the next moment, Yu Xiaogang's heart sank.
The Datura Snake quickly passed through both clouds of yellow smoke. It burst out of the haze, its speed barely diminished.
The Datura Snake hadn't been successfully hypnotized.
Of course! It was one of the foremost poisonous creatures, and its resistance to poison was far greater than that of ordinary Soul Beasts!
Whether it was Luo Sanpao's Thunder Shock or Hypnosis, both had done little more than slow the Datura Snake down a fraction.
Yu Xiaogang's expression turned grim.
He quickly assessed the situation.
Luo Sanpao's attacks were barely effective against the Datura Snake.
Tang San and Lin Mo hadn't added Soul Rings to their Martial Souls yet, so retreat seemed to be their only option.
But before Yu Xiaogang could order Luo Sanpao to hold the Datura Snake back long enough for them to escape,
Lin Mo, in his Innate Life State, had appeared behind Luo Sanpao without anyone noticing.
When had he moved? Yu Xiaogang hadn't sensed a thing.