Little Sairon had tremendous potential.
But Zhang Ping had always assumed Little Sairon could only make full use of his species' advantages after reaching adulthood, when he could drown every enemy beneath a fully formed sea of insects.
As a result, he had overlooked another of Little Sairon's gifts: Steel Body.
In theory, the larger Little Sairon grew, the stronger his defenses became. He had grown quite a bit lately, so his defenses had naturally improved. By now, he could crush the vast majority of Basic Mutated Beasts. Only Intermediate Mutated Beasts could probably threaten him.
"So it wasn't that you were too weak. Every enemy you ran into was just too strong." Zhang Ping stroked Little Sairon's head and gave a rueful smile.
At the same time, he couldn't help wondering just how strong the dog was that had sent Little Sairon and Fat Cat fleeing over hill and dale.
He would have to find that dog when he had time and see what was going on.
Zhang Ping made a mental note of it, then set the matter aside for now and continued wandering through the woods with the three little ones as though they were on an outing.
An hour later.
Zhang Ping jumped down from a tree with several fruits floating behind him. He took one and ate it while looking back.
The three little ones were racing across the ground. Fat Cat led the way, Big Yellow followed close behind, and only Little Sairon lagged at the rear.
Exercise was part of their training too.
Fat Cat might have been plump, but he was genuinely fast. He ran with a graceful gait that even looked a little like Tiger's stride.
Big Yellow, by contrast, was nothing special. His tongue lolled out as he ran, flailing