’This Wild Boar Spirit can provide three points of energy.’
’However, its strength is much greater than that of the Tiger and Stone Ape back then.’
’It seems that the amount of energy provided is related to one’s own strength.’
Thoughts raced through Lou Yi’s mind.
"Haha, it’s about ti for the old man to take action."
Beast Tar Ye, carrying a large wooden box, walked cheerfully toward the carcass of the Wild Boar Spirit.
Suddenly.
’Whoosh whoosh whoosh!’
From afar, creatures were rapidly darting over here!
Among the shrubs, a figure revealed itself—another Wild Boar Spirit.
Judging by its size, it was slightly larger than the previous one.
"Roar!"
Seeing the carcass of what was perhaps its companion or mate, the Wild Boar Spirit let out an earth-shattering roar of anger.
Then it charged fiercely at Lou Yi and the others, its montum comparable to a small truck in Lou Yi’s past life.
’Bang bang!’
Yan Ze and Liu Qi, being the closest, desperately tried to dodge, but still got brushed by it and were flung like toys.
The Wild Boar Spirit then set its sights on Beast Tar Ye, who was preparing to ta it.
If it collided directly, the outco might not be very pleasant.
Martial Artists rely mainly on weapons, tactics, and grinding skills to handle Spirit Monsters.
In terms of physical fitness alone, Martial Artists may not even match so ordinary beasts, let alone remarkably resilient Spirit Monsters.
"Stop it!"
Jiang Chenyu’s eyes reddened as he bravely thrust his sword forward.
But in front of the Wild Boar Spirit, which rivaled a small truck, the sword bent at a thirty-degree angle in an instant.
With a burst palm, he painfully abandoned the sword, flashed to the side, and watched helplessly as the Wild Boar Spirit charged toward the tent.
"Run!"
Jiang Chenyu shouted anxiously.
’Woosh woosh woosh!’
At that mont, a silver axe whizzed through the air, spinning rapidly toward the Wild Boar Spirit.
It hit the right side of the Wild Boar Spirit’s waist and abdon, pierced through the scales, and embedded halfway in!
"Roar..."
The Wild Boar Spirit let out a miserable cry, involuntarily twisting its body to the left, slightly veering off its original path.
"Get lost!"
Lou Yi stomped on the ground, creating a deep pit, and launched himself like a cannonball, reaching the Wild Boar Spirit in an instant.
The spear was held against his waist, right hand gripping the handle, left hand lightly controlling the shaft, then pushing forward forcefully.
’Whoosh!’
Five to six thousand pounds of force poured out, directly striking the axe blade embedded in the Wild Boar Spirit’s body!
’Splat!’
The axe sank completely into the Wild Boar Spirit’s body, and the spear followed smoothly into the wound!
"Roar!"
The Wild Boar Spirit let out an earth-shattering cry.
With Lou Yi’s imnse kinetic energy, its body deviated completely from its original direction, crashing fiercely into the towering trees ahead.
’Boom boom boom!’
Countless trees were snapped.
When Shi Qingde, Jiang Chenyu, and the others arrived, they found the Wild Boar Spirit already lying on the ground.
It was panting heavily, blood gushing from its mouth, even pooling into a red stream.
Lou Yi stood beside it, with his shoes destroyed and mud all over his calves.
On the ground behind him, there were two long and deep ruts, showing that he had just engaged in a fierce standoff with the Wild Boar Spirit.
"How much strength do you have?" Shi Qingde asked in astonishnt, clutching his chest.
"It’s definitely greater than mine." Jiang Chenyu gave Lou Yi a deep, respectful look, "Innate Divine Power, indeed."
The others were equally stunned, gazing at Lou Yi with newfound admiration.
Clearly, Lou Yi could not be viewed as just an ordinary Blood Warrior.
Today’s actions added a lot of mystery to him, commanding the respect of the crowd.
The martial artists of the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range are always coming and going amidst the blades and blood, always respecting strength above all.
’Thump, thump, thump!’
At this mont, Shi Caifeng finally arrived late.
Her clothes were disheveled, her face flushed. Seeing the Wild Boar Spirit lying on the ground, she couldn’t help but pat Lou Yi on the shoulder: "Kid Liu, well done, I didn’t misjudge you!"
’Sothing’s not right, why does it feel sticky?’ Lou Yi instinctively glanced at his shoulder, involuntarily stepping back to avoid being touched by Shi Caifeng again.
"Go check on Yan Ze and the others," he said.
Yan Ze and Liu Qi were fortunate to dodge in ti, only sustaining minor injuries, nothing serious.
And the Cai Feng Squad’s harvest this ti was extrely pleasing, with two complete Spirit Monster corpses.
Old Ye the Beast Tar continued holding a beautifully decorated large wooden box with golden patterns, walking to the Spirit Monster corpses.
The large wooden box opened, revealing various knives: house knife, broad knife, long knife, short knife, deboning knife, skinning knife...
Then, he began to dismber the Spirit Monster corpses.
Occasionally cutting out a small piece of at that looked indistinguishable to common people, tossing it into a basket filled with leaves beside him.
These pieces of beneficial Spirit at could either be sold directly to the Beast Hunting Bureau personnel stationed at the camp, exchanging for contribution points and silver taels, or brought to the main city for trade.
The two Wild Boar Spirits, as large as elephants, yielded only four or five baskets of Spirit at, which would be even less once dried.
Lou Yi understood why Spirit Monster Jerky was so expensive.
"No matter how much it sells for or how many contributions are gained, Liu Shu will get half; no objections, right?" Shi Caifeng waved her hand, making the decision.
No one objected.
The first Spirit Monster was discovered by Lou Yi, and the second was completely killed by him.
Getting half was very reasonable, perhaps even slightly less so.
Lou Yi was also very satisfied.
The two Wild Boar Spirits, along with the previously encountered mystical leopard and grey wolf, altogether provided him with eight energy points.
This speed was significantly faster than in the main city.
On the way down the mountain, the squad mbers were in high spirits, chatting and laughing.
"Yo, quite a haul," suddenly ca a teasing voice from the forest.
A very tall figure walked out.
Dressed as a monk, wearing a brown short robe with a silver headband.
Standing over seven feet tall, his gaze fierce, skin dark.
His body wasn’t particularly muscular, but it gave an extrely compact impression, like a human-shaped iron stone.
"Sha Hu, what are you doing here?" Shi Caifeng shouted out the identity of the person, the leader of the Hungry Tiger Team, Sha Hu.
The originally relaxed Cai Feng Team mbers imdiately tensed up, guarding their weapons, clearly wary of this person.
Among them, Wang Yiwen, Shi Caifeng’s companion, was the most nervous, body tense, like a threatened cat.
"Haha, no need to be nervous, just passing by,"
Behind Sha Hu, a dozen or so people erged, two of whom Lou Yi found familiar; they were the ones who caused trouble by not giving him a chance at the interview last ti.
Behind them, they carried a litter with the corpse of an orange fox.
It was as big as a grey wolf, its orange fur unbelievably smooth, as if brushed with oil.
"Your haul isn’t bad either, catching a rare Fox Spirit," Shi Caifeng sneered, "Its fur, made into clothing, is warm in winter, cool in sumr; many big shots in the city will surely like it."
"Oh, do you like it?" Sha Hu’s eyes turned, looking past Shi Caifeng, revealing a wicked grin, "Let Wang Yiwen co to , and the fox is yours."
At these words, Wang Yiwen’s delicate face turned pale, her ample chest rising and falling, quite eye-catching.
"Sure thing." Shi Caifeng readily agreed.
Before Sha Hu could show a hint of joy, she added, "Send your mother to my brothers for so fun, and I’ll let Yiwen go to you."
"Pfft," the previously tense Wang Yiwen couldn’t help but laugh.
The other mbers of the Cai Feng Squad couldn’t help but smile as well.
"Shi—Cai—Feng, you... courting death!" Sha Hu’s face turned fierce, his Qi-Blood surged, overwhelming the crowd with his presence, seemingly ready to strike.
’Shing!’
Jiang Chenyu drew his sword, standing beside Shi Caifeng, face resolute.
And in Shi Caifeng’s hand appeared two Silver Hooks, radiating cold.
Shi Qingde, Yan Ze, and the others all drew their weapons.
Seeing this, the mbers of Sha Hu’s team responded in kind, unsheathing their swords and blades.
The atmosphere between the two sides instantly beca tense.
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