An Eerie Weapon?

Iron Fang Tribe.

Before a crudely fashioned altar, Broken Fang, the sleeping Lizardman, jolted awake. He gulped down ragged breaths as his body trembled nonstop.

Because he had died in the Abyss, his soul had suffered some damage, leaving him in a terrible state.

Seeing Broken Fang awaken, the Lizardman elder guarding him said, "You woke up so quickly. Broken Fang, did you encounter something in the Abyss?"

Broken Fang was one of the most gifted Lizardmen of the younger generation in this village—or rather, in the Iron Fang Tribe.

By the elder's estimation, Broken Fang should have been able to endure the Deep Abyss Trial for quite some time.

He possessed a powerful physique, and his affinity for the eerie far surpassed that of his kin.

The only problem was that Broken Fang was a little lacking in intelligence.

Lizardmen were generally not very intelligent, and Broken Fang's intelligence was even below the Lizardman average.

Could it be that Broken Fang had been deceived in the Abyss?

Broken Fang said, "The place I entered was very vast. Then, following your teachings, I disguised myself in the dirt. But suddenly, a human came."

"A human?" the elder asked. "Was there anything unusual about that human?"

Broken Fang said, "He discovered me. I attacked him once and missed, so I chose to run away and hide somewhere else."

The elder nodded slightly. After missing with one strike, he had immediately retreated. It seemed Broken Fang had listened well and had not underestimated his opponent just because he was a weak human.

The elder asked, "And then?"

A trace of frustration appeared on Broken Fang's face. "Then he chased after me and attacked me. I tried to fight back, but I was no match for him at all. He kept tormenting me. He even broke my legs."

The elder said with a regretful expression, "I never expected a human to produce such a genius. It seems your luck in your first Deep Abyss Trial was not very good. After tormenting you, did he kill you?"

"He..."

Just as Broken Fang was about to speak, he suddenly recalled his conversation with that human.

Could he have been deceived by that human without realizing it?

Later, he had told that human many things. He seemed to have even mentioned his village. At the end, that human had said something about a mount, as if he wanted to capture him and make him a slave.

At that thought, Broken Fang inexplicably panicked. Though he was unwilling to admit it, after that relentless beating, he was actually somewhat afraid of that human.

He could not let the elder know about this. Otherwise, the elder would surely worry because of it.

"Mm, he... he killed me afterward."

Broken Fang's lie came out haltingly. The elder saw through the anomaly at a glance, but did not think much of it, merely assuming that Broken Fang had been tortured rather badly by that human.

Broken Fang said, "Elder Stone Blade, I have an idea. Now that I have fused with the eerie, can I leave the tribe and train in a farther, broader place?"

As long as he left the village, that human would not be able to find him. The young Lizardman thought so.

Elder Stone Blade pondered for a while, then looked into Broken Fang's eyes. "After leaving the village, you may achieve better growth, but you may also fall into danger. Have you truly made up your mind?"

"I... have."

Stone Blade said, "Very well. Go to Bolun'er. Many Lizardmen from our tribe are employed by the Blood Race there."

Endless Abyss, Initial Layer, Fallen Plains · Million-Player Battle Royale Scenario · Southwestern Corner.

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Feng Buzhi examined the Lizardman's corpse. Like the goat-headed man from before, the Lizardman's body rapidly decayed into a puddle of fluid, which had already seeped into the soil.

According to the markers on the map in the sky, the Corrosion Swamp was drawing ever closer, but he did not immediately choose to leave.

"It's here."

A smile appeared on Feng Buzhi's face. As the Corrosion Swamp spread toward him, his sonar feedback finally detected several figures.

According to what Broken Fang had said, killing other beings seemed to provide points and rewards after the scenario was settled. Therefore, he decided to kill as many as possible.

As for how to find more foreign races, naturally, he would advance alongside the spreading Corrosion Swamp. That would make it easier for him to find other races.

Soon, an acrid, sour stench wafted over, and Feng Buzhi began to move.

Holding a silver hand axe, Feng Buzhi darted continuously through the blood-red mist and soon arrived behind another goat-headed man.

There were differences even among goat-headed men. This was a black goat-headed man, somewhat more robust than the last one. Unlike the previous goat-headed man, he wore no clothing whatsoever.

This goat-headed man seemed to have sensed the arrival of the Corrosion Swamp and was fleeing in the opposite direction, completely unaware that Feng Buzhi was following him.

Feng Buzhi observed him briefly, then swiftly split the goat-headed man's skull apart with one axe blow.

Feng Buzhi continued onward, repeating the same method. Following the spread of the Corrosion Swamp, he kept moving and killed dozens of foreign races before long, with no difficulty at all.

To ordinary foreign races, this scenario was utterly unfamiliar. The blood-red mist blocked their vision, leaving them unable to distinguish directions. They did not even know what they were supposed to do after arriving here.

Yet Feng Buzhi had seen the introduction to the [Million-Player Battle Royale] scenario in the sky, along with a large map that updated in real time.

Within a small area, moreover, his sonar feedback in the blood-red mist left no living creature within two hundred meters able to hide.

Beyond that, Feng Buzhi possessed crushing strength.

None of the foreign races here had entered a rank. Their strength was generally not very great, perhaps only a little stronger than normal adult humans. (PS: The normal adult humans in the protagonist's eyes were somewhat stronger than ordinary adults, similar to those who worked out and exercised regularly.)

In terms of strength, Broken Fang, the Lizardman he had beaten up at the start, was instead the strongest.

In short, these foreign races came in all manner of bizarre forms and were generally rather weak. Most wore no clothes, and only a few had clothing and weapons they had created themselves.

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"It seems that forming clothing and weapons requires a certain threshold. Not just any foreign race can master it."

"Besides, weapons formed this way are somewhat fragile."

Feng Buzhi examined the silver hand axe in his hand. This hand axe looked no different from the one in reality. It felt natural to use and was very sharp.

However, its quality was not very good. After another dozen or so chops, the axe would collapse and vanish.

"If I keep forming axes like this, the expenditure will be far too great. Fighting barehanded is also rather inefficient. It would be best to find a weapon instead. Hm, what is that?"

Following the sonar feedback from faint murmurs, Feng Buzhi soon arrived at a spot where over a dozen Fallen Demon corpses were piled up.

The corpses were still fresh and should have been killed only recently.

Judging from the wounds on the bodies, these corpses had likely been killed by the same person. Nearly all had died in a single blow. It seemed that a somewhat stronger foreign race had been nearby not long ago.

Among those Fallen Demon corpses, Feng Buzhi discovered a short sword with rust stains on its surface that emanated eerie power.

The anomaly he had sensed just now had come from this short sword.

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