Dry City lay in the north of Dragon Nation, the first stop of the Demon Clan's invasion. Back then, on this land, the Human Clan and the Demon Clan had fought one bloody battle after another, weeping and lamenting as they composed a magnificent epic worthy of song and tears.
In the end, due to the expansion of the nation's territory, the battlefield continued to stretch outward. At the height of the fighting, the power unleashed by the experts of both races exceeded the limits this world could bear, causing space to collapse and forming the Ten-Thousand Mountains, which stretched across the entire north and even the northwest, cutting off Dragon Nation's road to the northern countries.
Later, as time passed, the outer regions of the Ten-Thousand Mountains were occupied by the Demon Clan. As land expanded everywhere, much of the unused land around cities became Demon Beast territory, forming a pincer attack against the entirety of Dragon Nation from within and without.
Present-day Dry City was one of the northern strategic base cities, with the Dark Forest on its western side near the outermost edge of the Ten-Thousand Mountains.
The name sounded badass, but in reality, it was just a habitat for Black Iron Rank Demon Beasts. Only deeper inside would higher-ranked Demon Beasts appear.
It was mostly a place for low-level Spirit Martial Practitioners to train. Occasionally, high-level Spirit Martial Practitioners would come here to hunt low-level Demon Beasts and obtain Beast Crystals in exchange for corresponding rewards.
Most of these people had limited talent and aptitude. Compared to hunting Demon Beasts of the same rank, low-level Demon Beasts were more cost-effective: there were many of them, they bred quickly, and the focus was on volume rather than quality.
At that moment, on the outskirts of the Dark Forest, Su Wuming stared blankly at the woodland shrouded in white mist.
"That was careless. I came without checking the weather forecast."
Looking at the latest Dark Forest weather forecast displayed on his phone, Su Wuming could not help but feel a headache coming on.
Looking out, even the visibility around the outskirts barely reached a hundred meters.
Before obtaining Observation Haki, as a Power Type Spirit Martial Practitioner, he could not use spiritual sense to perceive his surroundings and could only rely on his eyesight.
It would have been nice to have a wood-element reconnaissance-type Spirit Martial Practitioner with him, but that kind of person would never team up with a Power Type Spirit Martial Practitioner like him.
Since he was already here, would it not be awkward if he did not go in and take a look? After all, youth was all about charging forward bravely.
This would be Su Wuming's first step toward becoming a Martial King, and also his first step toward becoming the future Red Beast. So he just had to do it, even though he was terrified of dying...
"Small goal: advance three kilometers and kill one Demon Beast. If I can't do that, then advance another three kilometers and kill one Demon Beast."
After giving himself a pep talk, Su Wuming finally took a step forward and rushed into the Dark Forest.
The map on his phone showed his travel distance. Before long, he had gone one kilometer deep, bringing him a quarter closer to his small goal.
At the same time, his little heart began pounding, and his blood accelerated through his veins, faintly carrying a boiling sensation. Su Wuming had never experienced this thrill of seeking adventure, not before his transmigration and not since.
Those descriptions he had read in books were ultimately just words. They could not make him truly feel it for himself.
This immediately made Su Wuming quicken his pace. After sprinting three kilometers in one go, he did not feel the slightest bit tired.
After stopping, he did not rush onward but instead began searching sideways.
According to online forum descriptions of this place, whenever fog appeared, Demon Beasts would begin mating on a large scale. This was when their activity was most frequent, and also when most Spirit Martial Practitioners would not come here to train.
According to expert research, the fog in the Dark Forest contained toxins harmful to the human body. Staying in it for too long could easily cause one to lose oneself, and only Spirit Martial Practitioners at Silver Tier or above were immune.
But Su Wuming was not afraid of that. As long as there was enough food, he could chug a bottle of pesticide right in front of you without changing expression.
He had made ample preparations last night for today's outing.
He had practically begged and badgered Lin Pangpang into making ten Qi-Blood-Enriched Spicy Strips for him, exhausting the guy so badly that he went to school early in the morning with dark circles under his eyes.
Su Wuming still dared not recall the resentful look in his little eyes when he left. It gave him goosebumps too easily.
At the same time, Su Wuming discovered a problem: aside from cultivation and sleeping, he had to eat once every two hours during his daily life.
Thankfully, he had Lin Pangpang. Otherwise, with the way he ate, an ordinary family simply could not afford to raise him, let alone he himself.
After slowing down and searching for nearly ten minutes, he heard the sound of flowing water from his front left, and his heart leaped with joy.
His luck was not bad. Where there was water, Demon Beasts were sure to appear. Sure enough, when Su Wuming approached, he found a stream four or five meters wide.
After confirming the direction of the current, he followed the stream upstream as he searched.
Twenty minutes later...
Su Wuming stopped amid a stone forest. At that moment, strange cries accompanied by heavy panting drifted from the chaotic rock formations ahead, sometimes shrill and sometimes low.
After looking around, he picked out a huge boulder more than ten meters tall and leaped onto it.
Once up there, Su Wuming saw an unforgettable sight at first glance.
Damn!
Broad daylight, under the bright heavens.
Those two beasts were actually doing such filthy things here, utterly ruining the beauty of this rocky forest.
Su Wuming recognized the two Demon Beasts in his sight, about fifty meters away.
They were Devil Horses, the most numerous Demon Beasts in this outer region.
However, do not be frightened by the name.
They were called Devil Horses because they were extremely ugly, their bodies covered in pitch-black scales. They were carnivorous, and their spike-like teeth could easily bite through steel.
They were roughly the size of ordinary warhorses. They were native Demon Beasts that had been corrupted by the Demon Clan's power and transformed into this form.
Among Demon Beasts, they were the lowest tier. Restricted by their bloodline, they possessed only Black Iron Rank strength and could not evolve. They had brute strength but no spells, skills, or techniques.
They corresponded to the Human Clan's Power Type Spirit Martial Practitioners. To put it bluntly, they were the Demon Clan's bottom rung, mere cannon fodder.
After just two glances, Su Wuming decided to break up this pair of Devil Horses that were making love.
What nonsense about not breaking up a marriage even if you tore down ten temples? That did not exist!
He had learned the skill but had yet to truly use it, and his hands were itching.
So, Su Wuming pressed his left hand against his right shoulder. As he clenched his right fist, he abruptly exerted force and stretched his right arm backward.
This was the opening stance of Rubber Gun. His current attack range could reach exactly fifty meters, which was just enough.
Once his arm had stretched until he could not force it any farther, it suddenly snapped back and struck the female Devil Horse.
Because they were mating, the two Devil Horses' vigilance was practically zero. By the time they noticed the attack, Su Wuming's fist had already slammed into the female Devil Horse's waist, her weakest point.
The male Devil Horse mounted on her back suddenly felt the ground vanish beneath him, followed by a sharp pain somewhere sensitive. When he looked again, the female Devil Horse had already flown more than ten meters away and was lying on the ground convulsing.
The male Devil Horse immediately reacted. White vapor burst from his nostrils, and he snorted heavily as he fixed his bloodshot eyes on Su Wuming.
He looked as though he were saying, "You fucking dared to hit my mare! Are you tired of living?!"
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