Catgirl.
Unexpectedly, she was a young girl of the Catman Race.
The Half-Beastman doesn’t have the longevity of elves; their bodily functions are similar to humans. Her age isn’t much; in the Half-Beastman ranks, she is rely a girl.
A fragile race.
The Catman Race doesn’t have high physical abilities; their only outstanding trait is speed. Perhaps it’s for this reason that their race has not gone extinct.
Just as Chen Feng was observing the catgirl, this wild-looking girl unexpectedly took a step forward. She bent over, canine teeth bared, like an angry cat about to reveal her claws.
"Hmm?" Chen Feng’s eyes shot sharply at the catgirl.
This little kitty actually wants to resist?
One must know that the Cat Race is extrely timid; they often abandon their hos and migrate at the slightest disturbance. For this reason, even goblins, such a weak creature, dare to attack them.
Yet now, the catgirl before him was atypical; she didn’t resemble a cat at all but more like a leopard defending its territory.
"Good! I was just about to test your abilities. Summoning slots are valuable; I won’t allow a useless pet to occupy such an important spot. Let see your strength; what qualifies you to beco my slave?"
While speaking, the Mourner stepped out from behind, casually throwing the Epic Fang onto the ground, and then charged forward like a rolling boulder, ready to crush the catgirl!
On the other hand, the catgirl, unwilling to show weakness, clenched her fist and directly faced the Mourner.
Chen Feng shook his head.
He wasn’t optimistic about this brave little kitty; the disparity between both sides was imnse. The Mourner possessed an undead body, feared no pain, no suffering, and even firearms couldn’t breach its defenses, let alone the fist of a Cat Race mber.
The catgirl’s height barely reached the Mourner’s waist; the gap between them was significant. Perhaps it wouldn’t take long before the forr beca a pool of blood and flesh.
Chen Feng wasn’t a headmaster.
He wouldn’t enroll so useless infants.
For a Summoner, killing weak Summoned Beasts to summon other powerful creatures was a common occurrence.
Pretty?
What use is that!
He needs to employ every thod to enhance combat power.
"Woo..."
In the Mourner’s eyes, there was no such thing as beauty or ugliness. To it, battle and slaughter were the main thes of its decayed life. Its eyes glowed red, staring at the catgirl, hamring directly at her head!
The Mourner’s fist was like a hamr. Once it hit, this beautiful visage would imdiately beco a thing of the past.
"ow!"
Just as the Mourner was about to smash into the catgirl, her gaze turned cold. She angled her body, sidestepping the collision.
— Super Agility!
The Catman Race possessed super reflexes, a racial talent, like the Dark Elf’s archery.
Simultaneously, the catgirl stretched out her fist, the seemingly tender hand directly hitting the Mourner’s waist.
Useless.
In normal people’s eyes, this was like a baby pushing a boulder, impossible to injure the enemy.
"Bang!"
However, just as she was approaching the Mourner, there was suddenly a loud explosion from the catgirl’s body.
The catgirl struck with both fists, using her entire strength. For a mont, Chen Feng even heard the whistle of the fists through the air!
The Mourner’s body was directly knocked back, retreating seven or eight steps before crashing, even tumbling a few tis.
Chen Feng had seen clearly just now. The mont the catgirl touched the Mourner, a layer of purple energy fla suddenly emanated from her fists.
— Qi!
She focused her power onto her fists and, when in battle, unleashed it in an instant. If an ordinary person were hit with such a blow, their internal organs would burst on the spot!
This was not the end.
The catgirl leaped forward several ters, attacking the Mourner with her fists, striking his chest, causing him to spit out foul blood and shattered internal organs.
— Fist Skill!
The catgirl’s face was filled with sternness. Apparently, it wasn’t her first encounter with such an enemy. It was hard to believe that a creature frightened by goblins, in facing the Mourner, could remain so calm.
There was no change on her face; the fight and defeat happened in re seconds, yet she defeated the Mourner.
Master of Fist.
This catgirl, unexpectedly, understood the essence of the Fist Skill. In the Abyss, those capable of bearing this title mostly appeared among the Bear Race or Jackal-wolfman.
And they were few and far between.
Summoning three creatures, the Inferior Demon needed no ntion; initially just mindless sli, and the Mourner was rely a bloodthirsty executioner, utterly devoid of wisdom. The Dark Elf did possess so skills, but those were just racial talents, progressing one step at a ti in a conventional way.
However...
This catgirl was different!
Although the Mourner underestimated her, rely two punches to injure such a daunting opponent showcased the catgirl’s fearso side.
Genius!
Without a doubt, this was simply a genius!
Such talent did not pale in comparison to a hero template, even stronger since she grew up in the Abyss with environnts far harsher than here!
"ow!"
The catgirl no longer paid attention to the Mourner. She focused her gaze on Chen Feng, and suddenly, her body started to blur—not an illusion, but the ultimate manifestation of speed!
In just an instant, she crossed the distance, appearing directly before Chen Feng.
One punch.
No pause, directly aiming for Chen Feng’s head!
"So ruthless!"
In such proximity, it was impossible to deflect, with super agility, qi, and fist skills—all abilities mastered by the catgirl.
"How dare you!"
Chen Feng felt no fear, no attempt to evade, loudly shouted, extending his palm. In contrast, the catgirl, upon hearing his command, montarily froze, unable to make any movent!
Power of Rules.
No matter how strong, the catgirl could not escape Chen Feng’s grasp.
His right hand directly grabbed the catgirl’s neck.
Chen Feng stared intently into the catgirl’s eyes, showing a hint of curiosity: "Interesting, sowhat beyond my expectations, a weak Cat Race individual actually comprehended Fist Intent!"
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