Chapter 14 What kind of lion is this? Locking the first spirit ring.
The year of rigorous training had already tempered his nerves to be incredibly resilient.
The body reacts before the brain even reacts the instant the Shadow Leopard pounces.
Instead of retreating, he took a step in the direction of the attack, twisting his entire body at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding the fatal claw!
The Shadow Leopard missed its attack, but its agile body twisted violently in mid-air. It used its hind legs to push off the trunk of a large tree and launched itself forward again, opening its blood-red maw to bite at Ye Feng's neck!
Ye Feng snorted coldly, his footwork shifted, and his body slid half a step to the side like a ghost.
This time, there will be no dodging.
His left hand shot out like lightning, precisely clamping down on the Ghost Leopard's jaw, stopping its foul-smelling, sharp teeth less than half an inch from his neck.
At the same time, the short sword in his right hand drew a cold arc from bottom to top.
"Pfft!"
The sharp blade sliced through the Ghost Leopard's soft belly without any resistance, and warm blood gushed out instantly.
The Ghost Leopard let out a mournful howl and struggled violently, but Ye Feng's arm was like an iron clamp, firmly controlling it.
Without the slightest pity, he exerted force in his arm and stabbed the short knife upwards fiercely!
The blade pierced the Ghost Leopard's heart.
The ferocious predator stiffened, the fierce light in its pupils quickly dimmed, and finally it drooped its head helplessly.
Ye-Feng released his grip, letting the Ghost Leopard's corpse slide to the ground, scattering withered leaves everywhere.
He flicked the blood off his short sword and looked at the herbivorous spirit beasts around him who were scattering in fright at the smell of blood. The last trace of tension in his heart dissipated and was replaced by a cold calm.
Soon, night fell.
Ye Feng dared not light a campfire at this time, as that would be tantamount to lighting a beacon of death in the darkness.
They eventually found a sufficiently thick ancient tree nearby.
Using a short knife and his bare hands, he painstakingly dug a hole at the base of the tree trunk, just big enough for one person to curl up in.
This process took a lot of effort, and my hands were sore from being rubbed raw by the rough bark.
After digging, they crawled inside and used the peeled, moss-covered bark to make a cover, carefully blocking the opening from the inside, leaving only a barely perceptible gap for ventilation.
From the outside, it blends almost seamlessly with the surrounding tree roots, providing excellent camouflage.
I'm afraid I can't even get into the outer edge of this area; I can only observe the situation from a distance of about 100 meters.
At night, the roars and howls of various spirit beasts, as well as the screams of unknown creatures, resounded all around, one louder than the other, like a symphony of death.
Ye Feng huddled in the narrow, dark tree hollow, spending the entire night in fear and trembling. He didn't dare to really fall asleep, only drifting in and out of sleep.
That's way too dangerous!
This went on for four days.
Over the course of four days, Ye Feng acted like a true hunter, battling numerous hundred-year-old soul beasts.
It has dodged the savage charge of a century-old iron-skinned rhinoceros, survived a near-death experience in a spider web laid by a two-hundred-year-old three-eyed demon spider, and even clashed head-on with a five-hundred-year-old mighty golden ape, leaving its blood and qi churning from the shock.
He looked a little disheveled at that moment.
His clothes were already torn and tattered, covered in mud and dried blood, and he was covered in bruises.
Leaning against a tree, he lifted the tattered clothes on his shoulder, revealing a shocking claw mark so deep it exposed bone.
This was left over from yesterday's fight with a century-old Vajra Tiger.
That guy's defense and strength far exceeded those of other soul beasts of the same level. Although Ye Feng did not win and eventually escaped in a sorry state by relying on his agility, he still gained extremely valuable combat experience.
He took out the healing medicine that Wang Dali had given him, gritted his teeth, and evenly applied the powder to the wound.
A sharp, stinging pain shot through my forehead, causing a fine layer of sweat to bead up on my skin.
All things considered, it's not a loss.
One night passed.
Ye Feng twisted his stiff neck and crawled out of the tree hole.
He glanced at the longbow and quiver leaning against the tree trunk, shook his head, and put them aside.
The battles of the past few days have made him realize that unless he has an absolute advantage and launches an ambush, the accuracy of arrows is basically zero in high-speed combat. Carrying one is actually a burden, since it's not a spirit bow and arrow that can be targeted.
A short sword is enough.
He took out a few pieces of dried meat from his pack. This was the meat of a Crescent Moon Wolf he had hunted the day before yesterday. After eating a few bites, he once again headed deeper into the outer edge of the forest.
When they had sneaked to within a hundred meters of the actual outer forest, a strong sense of danger suddenly came from behind!
A golden afterimage tore through the air, carrying a scorching wave of air, and rushed towards his back without warning!
Ye Feng's hair stood on end instantly!
Without time to think, he rolled forward, and his soul power instantly condensed into a thin shield of light on his back.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, I felt a tremendous force slam into my back, and I was sent flying uncontrollably, rolling several times on the ground before finally managing to regain my balance.
A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of blood oozed from his lips.
Holy crap, where did this come from?!
Ye Feng quickly stood up and looked warily in the direction from which the attack came.
A magnificent lion was seen strolling out gracefully.
Its entire body is covered in golden fur, which shimmers with a magnificent luster in the dappled light of the forest.
A pair of golden eyes, filled with the majesty of a king and a chilling killing intent.
Judging from the appearance of this lion, it has a cultivation level of three or four hundred years!
Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat; he felt this was a very tricky situation.
Other soul beasts, even those that are three or four hundred years old, would dare to provoke them, relying on their agile movements and the sharpness of their light blades.
But this is a lion!
Spirit beasts like lions, tigers, dragons, and titans are born at the top of the food chain, and their fighting instincts and overall strength are far superior to those of ordinary spirit beasts.
A fight like that could be deadly!
Ye Feng was also a little scared and had already begun to plan his retreat route.
Um? etc……
Suddenly I noticed something.
Besides the powerful fluctuations of soul power, the lion also exuded a pure, sacred, and scorching aura.
That's... the Light attribute!
A lion imbued with the pure attribute of light!
Ye Feng's heart began to pound wildly at that moment!
Although it is unknown what kind of spirit beast it is.
But without a doubt, it is much more precious than those so-called light-attribute soul beasts in the encyclopedia. It is obviously a high-grade product with extremely high bloodline!
Just you!
All fear and hesitation were replaced by greed and desire in that instant!
Isn't this the first spirit ring I've always dreamed of?
Beat a fight, bike change bike!
"roar!"