Flying Tiger

Before long, Yang Chen had made his way into White Tiger Mountain. It was hard to pinpoint his exact location, but he had come prepared.

Yang Chen pulled a compass-like device from his jacket and checked it. Only then did he realize he was still heading due south.

White Tiger Mountain lay south of Jiangnan City. If he kept going south, he would reach its depths.

The only real problem was that the white mist around him had severely limited his vision. Even with his Grandmaster Body, which had greatly improved his eyesight, it was still difficult to see through the mist and make out anything hundreds of meters away.

At most, he could see a little over ten meters ahead. That was his limit.

"No wonder some of those A-Class ability users died!"

Yang Chen sighed. By rights, with so many A-Class ability users, even an S-Class being would have to avoid them. After all, an S-Class wasn't a Grandmaster; the gap between them was like a chasm, but sheer numbers could still help bridge it.

And yet the Flying Tiger had managed to kill one and badly injure so many A-Class ability users. That wasn't just because of its strength; the terrain here had played a major part.

Even Yang Chen was affected by the white mist, let alone those A-Class ability users.

So it was only natural they'd been defeated by the Flying Tiger. And the fact that it could fly made it even more troublesome!

As Yang Chen was still thinking, a sudden sense of danger welled up in his heart.

His body tensed in an instant, and a faint blood-red glow appeared.

A sharp whoosh rang out.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of green cut through the white mist and shot toward Yang Chen in the blink of an eye.

"Get lost!"

Yang Chen barked and threw a punch, a faint flame flickering through the mist.

Thud!

The green light was torn apart. Yang Chen's eyes narrowed, and he shot forward like a cannonball. A raging blaze burst from him, driving away the surrounding mist.

Then he saw a huge body coiling in front of him. It was a python!

Its triangular pupils fixed on Yang Chen. They held nothing but a cold gleam.

"A Spirit Beast!"

Yang Chen froze for a moment. This was his first time seeing a Spirit Beast. There had been no television when he was growing up, and even phones had still had physical keypads. He'd only ever heard people talk about them before.

But the aura coming from the python wasn't very strong. At most, it was C-Class, so Yang Chen didn't rush to attack. He merely watched it with amusement.

Seeing that its first strike had missed, the python opened its enormous jaws. Its forked tongue flicked in and out as the stench of blood filled the air.

What a foul smell!

"Come on!"

Yang Chen taunted the python, amusement clear in his eyes.

The python seemed to sense his mockery and flew into a rage.

Its pupils turned blood-red. It raised its huge head, coiled its body, and charged at Yang Chen.

"Hiss!"

The python roared as green light blazed across its body. It had chosen the most direct approach, planning to fight Yang Chen head-on!

Yang Chen chuckled. Flames erupted around him as he thrust out a punch, like an emperor amid the flames. Wrapped in searing heat, he struck straight at the python!

Boom!

His flaming fist collided with the python's body. A terrifying shockwave spread out, and the crash echoed across White Tiger Mountain, startling flocks of birds!

The white mist tore apart like thin paper.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

The python let out a terrible scream.

Yang Chen's fist was no fragile thing. He had A-Class Flame Ability, a Grandmaster Body, and an immense amount of energy. Even an S-Class Spirit Beast might not dare take that blow head-on, let alone a mere C-Class one.

The python's body burst apart, and thick green blood poured from its massive frame.

It splattered across the ground, which began to sizzle as it was corroded!

"Damn, it's poisonous too?"

Yang Chen smiled faintly. But the poison posed little threat to him. His Flame Ability was A-Class, so no matter how potent the C-Class poison was, it would only become fuel for his flames!

"Ding! Defeated a C-Class Spirit Beast. Reward: one C-Class spiritual energy infusion!"

Yang Chen raised an eyebrow. He'd figured out how the rewards worked: defeating someone or a Spirit Beast at a certain level earned him a spiritual energy infusion of the same level.

Still, this C-Class infusion didn't seem to do much for him.

"Oh well, even a tiny mosquito is still meat!"

Yang Chen didn't dwell on it. Instead, he looked at the python's body. Amid its shattered remains lay a pale green object like an emerald.

Yang Chen studied it closely. He'd done some research before coming here and knew that the emerald-like object was called an inner core.

It was the essence of a Spirit Beast. He could use it to cultivate directly or make medicine.

Yang Chen put away the inner core and looked at the python's body, pondering for a moment. Then black energy burst from his fingertips and struck its enormous remains.

A terrifying suction force erupted within the python's body, reducing its already shattered remains to chunks of flesh.

Streams of green energy were then enveloped by the black light and drawn into Yang Chen's body.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. You have devoured the Poison Ability!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen grinned. Not bad—he'd gained a new ability, giving him even more ways to fight!

He held out his hand, and a flash of green light appeared. The surrounding air began to corrode, making an unpleasant sound.

"What potent poison!"

The poison inside Yang Chen was much stronger than the python's. After all, Yang Chen was A-Class, while the python was only C-Class.

The difference between them was considerable.

But when the python's body burst apart, the smell of blood spread through the air. Yang Chen had carelessly forgotten one thing.

This was the wilderness!

It was teeming with Spirit Beasts!

The python's bloody scent would attract plenty of them!

Roars and howls abruptly pulled Yang Chen from his thoughts. He froze for a moment, then finally realized what was happening.

"Crap, there are so many!"

The Spirit Beasts' roars rose in waves, overlapping one another.

"Damn it!"

Yang Chen cursed and started to flee.

But at that moment, a tiger's roar rang out across the sky. A huge figure flew over from the depths of White Tiger Mountain, treading on the clouds and beating its wings!

It was none other than the Flying Tiger!