He would gamble!
He had not wanted to leave in the first place.
Now, he had found a reason to convince himself to stay and risk everything!
“Awooo—!”
The strongest third-rank Demon Wolf King raised its head and let out a roar, giving the command to attack.
Dozens of magical wolves turned into gray afterimages and pounced from every direction!
The smell of blood rushed at him.
In Long Xuanye’s pupils, dozens of gray lines of death crossed and overlapped.
He did not retreat.
He could not retreat.
If he did not even dare to take this risk, if he did not dare to fight with his life for this opportunity within reach, for the desire to survive, then how could he even talk about taking revenge on Long Xingyu?
If he gambled once, he might soar into the sky!
Behind him, Sheng Cai’er tightly clutched the corner of her clothes.
For the first time, those hollow gray eyes held such fierce emotion.
She did not understand what proposing meant.
But she understood one thing.
This boy was using his back, which was not broad at all, to block an entire world’s malice for her.
That thin figure looked so small before the surging beast pack.
As if he would be swallowed at any moment.
But in Sheng Cai’er’s mind, she could not erase the smile he had shown when he turned back one last time.
He had smiled.
Why was he smiling?
Deep in the dense forest, the white-robed man’s expression froze.
“Madman!”
“Are you trying to die?”
The approval in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by shock and regret.
The fondness for talent that had just risen in his heart was doused by cold water.
Was he moved?
A little.
But compared to a soft-hearted knight, what he needed more was a genius who knew how to make choices and survive.
Foolish kindness was worthless.
The white-robed man let out a heavy sigh.
His aura stirred slightly as he prepared to move.
In his eyes, this boy was already dead.
In the next second, he would be torn to pieces.
Puchi—!
The sound of sharp claws tearing through flesh rang out clearly.
The magical wolf charging at the front crossed past Long Xuanye.
A wound deep enough to reveal bone split open on his arm.
Blood sprayed out.
Long Xuanye groaned, then slashed back with his blade.
The broken dagger stabbed straight into the magical wolf’s eye socket!
One for one!
But he was not facing only one enemy.
The second.
The third.
Sheng Cai’er leaned weakly against the tree trunk, watching with her own eyes as that figure fought in blood under the siege.
His movements grew slower and slower.
The wounds on his body grew more and more.
Another magical wolf had already bitten into his calf and was tearing hard.
“Ah—!”
A shrill scream burst from Sheng Cai’er’s throat.
That sound was heart-rending, filled with endless despair.
She shouted with all her strength.
“Save him!
Please… save him!”
She did not know who she was begging.
It was only instinct.
But the surroundings remained silent.
Aside from wolf howls and the sound of flesh being torn, there was no response.
Only, she still could not speak properly.
No matter how intense her emotions were, they could only turn into dry, broken cries.
Why?
Why had he still not appeared?
Tears burst from Sheng Cai’er’s eyes.
She even opened her small mouth and bit down hard on her own arm, trying to use pain and blood to draw the attention of the guardian who might exist.
No reaction.
None at all.
Hope was crushed again without mercy.
And in the shadows of the higher tree canopy, the white-robed man watched everything coldly.
He came from the Assassin Temple.
He heard Sheng Cai’er’s cries clearly.
But he would not act.
This was the trial the Saintess of Samsara had to experience.
The tempering of the mind was far more important than comfortable protection.
As for that boy…
A trace of interest flashed through the assassin’s eyes.
His talent was indeed good.
His battle instinct was even more astonishing.
It would be somewhat of a pity if he died like this.
Then he might as well let him last a little longer.
Let Her Highness the Saintess see more clearly.
Let her see the truest despair in this world.
And let him see where this boy’s limit truly was.
Puff—!
A blood mist suddenly exploded.
But it was not Long Xuanye’s blood.
Three magical wolves in different pouncing positions suddenly froze in midair.
In the next instant, a thin bloodline appeared on their throats at the same time.
The bloodline expanded rapidly.
Scalding wolf blood sprayed out like a fountain.
Three corpses crashed heavily to the ground and fell silent.
On the tree crown, the white-robed man’s pupils shrank.
“This is…”
His gaze locked tightly onto the broken dagger in Long Xuanye’s hand. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
In that instant, he had only seen an afterimage pass between the fangs and claws of the wolf pack, drawing a perfect cross.
[Cross Slash]!
This was not a technique a Knight Squire could master!
No.
It should be said that this had already surpassed the realm of technique.
This was the most basic knight combat skill, tempered countless times until it had merged into his bones as killing instinct.
After succeeding in one strike, Long Xuanye did not pause at all.
His figure twisted like a ghost.
His left shoulder suddenly sank forward.
[Shield Bash]!
Even without a shield in his hand, this collision still contained the essence of a knight’s charge.
“Awooo!”
A sturdy magical wolf was slammed until its head spun.
Its attack stalled.
That moment of pause became the end of its life.
The broken dagger stabbed upward from below with perfect accuracy, piercing through its lower jaw and into its brainstem.
Draw back.
Stab.
Crash.
Kill.
Smooth as flowing water.
Not a single movement was wasted.
Every time he swung his blade, the wound on his arm tore wider.
Blood flowed out and dyed his clothes even darker.
Every step he took sent piercing pain from the calf that had been bitten through.
But his steps remained steady as stone.
His face was as pale as paper.
Only his eyes were terrifyingly calm.
There was no anger.
No fear.
Not even killing intent.
Only absolute reason and extreme control over the battle.
The countless skill proficiencies rewarded by the system made Long Xuanye frighteningly strong in this moment.
Far beyond all so-called geniuses.
After all, techniques gained through bitter training could still have an unstable foundation.
Without strength to support them, they were water without a source and wood without roots.
But the system’s rewards were solid.
As if Long Xuanye had comprehended them through countless real battles.
If another person with the same strength stood here, they would have died long ago.
But he still stood.
In his eyes, these magical wolves that wanted to devour him were nothing more than moving data.
Every attack angle.
Every dodge distance.
He avoided them with ease by instinct.
[Charge], [Guard], [Pure White Blade]…
One basic, even low-level Knight Temple skill after another turned into the most efficient killing machine in Long Xuanye’s hands.
The wolf pack began to fear him.