Mistletoe (Please Keep Reading!)

Wu Ming had been eyeing that century-old willow tree greedily, itching to split open its trunk and take out the Willow Wood Core inside.

Even if it was not a Millennium Willow Heart, it was still an extraordinary opportunity for a Beginner Warlord. At the very least, it could double his current strength.

Wu Ming's current strength was 14,000 kilograms. Doubled, that would be 28,000 kilograms, already very close to the 32,000-kilogram threshold of an Advanced Battle General.

As long as he used this resource, his Martial Artist strength would completely surpass that of a Spirit Reader. It would also ensure that he could enter the Wargod Level by the Beast Tide in September and influence the course of the battlefield.

Thinking this, he stopped hesitating. His force of will lifted the Black-Scaled Giant Python's corpse, which weighed over five tons, and carried it back near the willow tree.

Rather than attacking immediately, Wu Ming stood at the edge of the century-old willow tree's attack range and looked up, counting its branches.

He had not forgotten that when the willow tree had fought the giant python earlier, every branch had struck with Battle General-level force. If he recklessly approached and drew the simultaneous attack of every branch, he had no confidence in dodging them all.

A few minutes later, Wu Ming finished his assessment.

"Hmm... roughly 832 branches. Of those, 112 are thicker and stronger. Their attacks may reach the Intermediate Battle General level, so they're worth watching."

To his delight, he discovered that the branches were not all the same length. In particular, the Intermediate Battle General-level branches were shorter; only the area near the center of the trunk was within their attack range.

In other words, as long as he controlled the distance well, he could control how