Like a Fish in Water, Lin Ming Leveled Up Like Crazy!

Like a Fish in Water, Lin Ming Leveled Up Like Crazy! His figure flashed, and he appeared beside Chen Dabiao's corpse. He stretched out trembling hands, yet did not dare touch it.

Seeing his son's terrified eyes, still open in death, and sensing the life aura that had completely vanished, a rage and grief powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth instantly drowned Chen Haidong's reason.

"Who?! Who killed my son?!!" Chen Haidong suddenly raised his head. His bloodshot eyes swept across the crowd, and wherever his gaze passed, everyone involuntarily lowered their heads and trembled, not daring even to breathe.

Suppressing the discomfort brought by that terrifying pressure, Su Yunwan stepped forward and bowed. "Senior Chen, please accept my condolences. This matter..."

"Shut up!" Chen Haidong gave Su Yunwan no chance to speak. His violent blood-energy pressure crashed down on her like a tsunami. "Girl from the Su Household, this is not your place to speak! Tell me, who is the murderer?! Where is he now?!"

Su Yunwan's face turned deathly pale beneath the pressure. She staggered back several steps as the blood energy within her churned violently, nearly making her cough up blood. She was horrified. Was this the might of a Fifth Tier expert? Merely releasing his aura was already more than she could bear.

"The murderer is a Blade Camp soldier named Lin Ming. He has already fled into the Wilderness," said one of Chen Dabiao's lackeys who had reported the news earlier, crawling over as he trembled.

"Lin Ming? Blade Camp?" The killing intent in Chen Haidong's eyes nearly took solid form. "Good! Very good! A lowborn cur dared kill my son, Chen Haidong's son!"

He abruptly looked at Su Yunwan, his voice as cold as ice from the Nine Nether Hells. "Girl from the Su Household, you were present when my son died? Why didn't you stop it?!"

Gritting her teeth, Su Yunwan said, "Senior Chen, Chen Dabiao was the one who launched a sneak attack first. He intended to kill Lin Ming, so Lin Ming..."

"A sneak attack?" Chen Haidong cut her off sharply, refusing to hear any explanation. "Even if my son was in the wrong, it was not a lowborn cur's place to judge him! He must die! He must pay for my son's life!"

He ignored Su Yunwan and swept his blade-sharp gaze across the crowd. His voice boomed like thunder, spreading throughout the entire Seventh Entrance area:

"By my order, Chen Haidong's!"

"A bounty is hereby placed on the murderer, Lin Ming!"

"Whoever brings me his head will be rewarded ten million Federation credits!"

"Whoever captures him alive and brings him before me will be rewarded twenty million Federation credits!"

"Whoever provides his exact whereabouts will be rewarded one million!"

"This order takes effect immediately! Within South River Base City, all martial artists, hunters, and mercenaries may accept it!"

"I want that little bastard Lin Ming to have no road to heaven and no gate into the earth in the Wilderness! I want him tortured to death!!!"

The terrifying killing intent and furious roar echoed above the fortress walls for a long time.

Ten million! Twenty million! An astronomical bounty!

The entire South River Base City would surely be thrown into complete upheaval by this bounty order!

Countless desperadoes, hunters, mercenaries, and even certain people within the military, whether for money, to curry favor with the Chen Household, or simply for the bounty itself, would swarm into the Wilderness like sharks smelling blood to search for the young man named Lin Ming.

At that very moment, Lin Ming, the one who had sparked this entire storm, was carrying the Silver Frost Spear as he raced deeper into the dangerous and unknown Wilderness without looking back.

Behind him stood the towering walls of South River Base City and the terrifying storm that could tear him to shreds.

Before him lay the endless Wilderness, fraught with danger and crawling with Mutated Beasts.

Yet there was no fear in his eyes, only icy calm and burning, unyielding battle intent.

"The Wilderness..."

He murmured softly, and his speed increased.

"Then let's see whether you devour me first..."

"Or whether I first..."

"Carve a bloody path through this Wilderness!"

Beneath the dim crimson sky, that lone and resolute figure swiftly vanished amid the Wilderness shadows and jagged rocks.

The freezing night wind swept unhindered over the desolate earth, carrying dry dust and fragments of unknown dead grass.

The air was filled with a complex scent of rusted metal, rotting vegetation, and faint beastly stench. It was the Wilderness's unique smell, entirely unlike the air inside the fortress, mixed with gunpowder smoke and the odor of people.

Lin Ming leaned within the shadow of a half-collapsed concrete building ruin, the Silver Frost Spear resting slanted against his shoulder. Its tip gleamed with a cold, eerie light beneath the clear moonlight.

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The tattered training uniform he had worn was now replaced with a relatively intact gray field combat suit stripped from the corpse of some unlucky hunter. Though it too was stained with dust and dark red blood, it was at least less conspicuous.

He had entered the Wilderness seven days ago.

Over those seven days, he had been like a ferocious beast freed from its cage, completely integrating into this land ruled by Mutated Beasts and death.

There were no fortress restraints, no military discipline, and none of those nauseating schemes or hypocritical social dealings.

Here, there was only the most primal law of survival: the weak were meat for the strong, kill or be killed.

"It seems... this is where I truly belong."

Lin Ming muttered, a cold yet pure curve appearing at the corner of his lips.

Stimulated by the bloodshed and danger of the Wilderness, the Indestructible Asura Body seemed to have become even more active. With every breath, it was as though he could draw in faint traces of ferocious baleful energy drifting through the air, causing the battle intent within him to quietly boil.

Not long after he had first entered the Wilderness seven days earlier, he encountered a small pack of "Rotfang Hyenas."

These creatures generally possessed the strength of the First Realm Sixth or Seventh Layer. There were roughly twenty of them, making them one of the most common predators on the Wilderness outskirts, known for their cunning and fearless group assaults.

The previous Lin Ming might have needed to put in some effort against them. But now, faced with these minnows, the strongest of which were merely at the Ninth Layer of the First Realm...

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!

The sharp sounds of tearing air ripped through the Wilderness silence! Lin Ming did not even use the exquisite footwork of the Dragon Roaming Step.

He merely activated the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art, channeling his powerful, weighty blood energy into his legs. He shot forward like a cannonball fired from its barrel, taking the initiative to crash into the hyena pack!

The Silver Frost Spear turned into a cold streak of silver lightning. He did not use the more taxing Heaven-Splitting Three Forms. With only the most basic thrusts, sweeps, jabs, and smashes, combined with Microscopic Control-level Basic Spear Art, he already had more than enough.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Every flash of the spear tip brought down a howling Rotfang Hyena, its head either bursting apart or its heart pierced through.

Lin Ming's movements were concise, efficient, and ruthless, without a single superfluous flourish. Every strike pursued the fastest possible killing efficiency.

Dark golden blood energy faintly circulated around him, forming a thin field of force tinged with ferocious baleful aura. Even those innately savage hyenas felt instinctive terror, their attacks slowing involuntarily.

[Killed First Realm Fourth Layer Rotfang Hyena. Kill Points gained: 10.]

[Killed First Realm Sixth Layer Rotfang Hyena. Kill Points gained: 15.]

The Kill Point notifications continuously rang in his mind. Though the gains from each individual beast were pitifully low, there were simply too many of them. In just a few minutes, the more than twenty Rotfang Hyenas were completely wiped out, leaving behind a field of mangled corpses.

Lin Ming flicked the blood droplets from his spear tip, frowning slightly. The returns were too low.

The system appeared to drastically reduce the rewards for killing targets far weaker than himself. It seemed that if he wanted to accumulate Kill Points quickly, he still had to seek out tougher prey.

However, the Wilderness food chain was interconnected. The thick scent of blood and the hyenas' dying howls soon drew in more and stronger predators.

First came more than a dozen Ninth Layer of the First Realm Ironback Lynxes. Then came two Early Tier Two Shadowblade Leopards that worked in perfect coordination. Later, he even alerted a small swarm of Tier Two Venom Stinger Bees known for their toxins and numbers...

Battle followed battle.

Lin Ming refused none of them.

He treated this region as his personal training ground, and the endless Mutated Beasts drawn in by the smell of blood as the finest whetstones and sources of Kill Points.

The Heaven-Splitting Three Forms, Dragon Roaming Step, Immovable Mountain Seal, Basic Spear Art... all kinds of martial skills were repeatedly tempered and fused through real combat.

The Indestructible Asura Body's passive Boiling War Blood made him grow fiercer with every battle. He paid no mind to minor wounds; instead, they became fuel that enhanced his combat power.

The powerful defense and recovery granted by the Immortal Foundation allowed him to withstand more attacks, giving him astonishing sustained combat ability.

Slaughter became the main theme of those seven days.

He did not know how many waves he had killed, nor how many Mutated Beasts had fallen by his own hand.

Lin Ming only remembered fighting from one ruin to another canyon, from daylight into darkness.

The Silver Frost Spear's tip had barely cooled, always stained with warm beast blood. Wounds appeared on his body and healed again, while his combat suit tore and became covered with fresh bloodstains.

Yet the light in his eyes grew brighter and colder.

Until the evening of the seventh day, when he nailed the last Tier Two Fifth Layer Cave Demon Spider that had tried to ambush him to a rock wall with a single thrust, the surroundings finally fell temporarily quiet.

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