The two-tailed cat whipped its tails, sending fireballs streaming from their tips. Each fireball was small, but they came fast and thick, one after another, like a rain of fire.
Ren Fengtao pushed his Lightness Skill to its limit. His plump figure became a faint blur, darting up and down around the stone chamber. He dodged the fiery rain while trying to close in on the strange cat, but he could not get near it.
The strange cat fired too quickly!
At a distance, he had enough time to react and dodge. Up close, he had none.
The few times he risked moving closer, he came away with several burns.
Sweat covered his forehead, his breathing grew heavy, and frustration filled his heart.
He had never imagined a mere "moderate danger" trial would be this hard. What would "grave danger" be like?
He had sailed through the earlier trials, and that success had lulled him into carelessness. For this one, he had chosen "moderate danger." Since "minor danger" had only taken a little effort, he had figured "moderate danger" would mean exerting himself a bit more, or perhaps getting hurt.
What man roaming the Martial World was afraid of a few injuries?
...Besides, even without a scratch, Fatty Ren was no handsome fellow. A few more scars might make him look more manly!
Only now did he realize that "moderate danger" and "minor danger" were worlds apart!
This was no longer "a little strenuous." It was extremely strenuous.
An important discovery, but one that had cost him dearly.
With countless fireballs bearing down on him, he could not even use Lion's Roar. As his situation worsened, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
He had no choice but to use his trump card.
He took out a blue-green