More and more wolves emerged from the grass ahead, behind, and on both sides. Their cold, cruel beast eyes fell upon the fresh prey that had not yet been stored away on the ground. Their gazes were full of greed, and their eyes turned even more bloodthirsty and fierce as they fixed upon Lu Xuan, the only one standing.
The viewers in the livestream were practically dying of anxiety. You just had to dilly-dally, and now look—you can’t run even if you want to!
Although the wolves of the ancient era were not mutated and were much smaller than the mutated wolves of the interstellar era, they were still terrifying. Some of the more timid viewers felt their hair stand on end.
They deliberately counted the number of wolves: there were twenty in total, more than double the number of wild boars!
Interstellar mutated wolf packs were experts in cooperative hunting and were exceptionally unified; the ancient ones were likely no different. Seven or eight mutated wolves working together could take down a mutated tiger or leopard. The host was in danger this time—if he didn’t die, he would at least be severely injured.
Most of the audience was frantic with worry, convinced that Lu Xuan was about to crash and burn, and they flooded the chat with desperate reminders to run. Only a few sharp-eyed viewers noticed that not a hint of annoyance or fear could be seen on Lu Xuan’s face.
On the contrary, when his gaze fell upon the surrounding pack, which radiated nothing but ferocity, he slowly curled his lips and smiled.
This group of viewers couldn’t help but feel a leap in their hearts as a guess crossed their minds.
Could it be… that he did this on purpose?
No, but why?
To give them a more exciting battle scene?
Even so, there’s no need to play with fire like this, is there? Is he really not afraid of being torn apart by the wolf pack?
Lu Xuan: I really am not afraid.
To think that these “little guys” could hurt him? They weren’t even qualified.
However, the size of the wolf pack was indeed a bit large; killing them one by one was a bit tedious.
As it happens…
Lu Xuan moved his fingers imperceptibly, his gaze sweeping casually over the grey wolves that were eyeing him covetously. Suddenly, he said to the viewers: “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. From now on… don’t you dare blink.”
Viewers: ?? What?
The more perceptive ones noticed that Lu Xuan’s eyes had changed, a brilliant, excited light flashing in the depths of his deep pupils.
If the livestream had taste or sensation sharing enabled, they might have discovered that his entire aura had shifted. A silent pressure from his ability crushed down upon the wolf pack, causing the wolves, which were also highly sensitive to danger, to become agitated.
Just as the alpha wolf prepared to command the pack to launch its attack, the viewers—who had been lying or sitting while watching the stream—suddenly jumped to their feet, their eyes widening in shock as they involuntarily burst out with all sorts of colorful exclamations.
Suddenly, countless thick vines appeared within the livestream’s perspective. These vines erupted from behind Lu Xuan, from his wrists, and even burst forth from the ground. With swift, flexible movements, they entangled the majority of the wolf pack before they could even react, tightening, and tightening again.
The grey wolves caught in the grip let out miserable whimpers, unable to break free. With the sound of several bones snapping, their bodies were completely shredded in the blink of an eye!
A few were crushed into mincemeat instantly, their gore falling in scattered pieces to the ground, while a small rain of blood fell in mid-air.
The few grey wolves that weren’t entangled were so terrified they nearly lost their minds, howling as they turned to run.
Lu Xuan moved his fingers again, and several finer vines suddenly erupted from his palms, piercing straight through the hearts of the wolves from behind and stringing them together high in the air, including the alpha wolf.
In less than ten breaths of time, all twenty grey wolves had been wiped out without exception. During this, Lu Xuan hadn’t even moved a step, merely flicking his fingers.
The viewers in the livestream stared at the screen with vacant expressions, their gaze gradually shifting from the pathetic grey wolves to Lu Xuan.
Dozens of giant vines, thick enough to almost blot out the sky, hovered protectively around him. His face and clothes were splattered with a significant amount of wolf blood, and a lingering sense of excitement and unfinished business remained in his eyes. At first glance, he looked like a demonic overlord descending upon the world, making many of the more timid viewers feel a chill in their hearts as they couldn’t help but rub their arms.
He’s a bit of a psycho!
The livestream, which had been lively just a moment ago, now fell into a deathly silence. The chat feed remained frozen for at least a few minutes.
It wasn’t until Lu Xuan suddenly looked up at the screen that many people snapped back to reality. The stalled chat began to scroll frantically again; the number of concurrent users more than doubled in just a few minutes, and the gift alert notifications were so numerous they practically froze the screen.
[Ahhhhhh! I don’t even know what to say! What is going on with those vines!?]
[They’re all dead! Twenty wolves! No wonder the host said it only counted as a “warm-up” earlier! This is the real “God-tier” performance! Too cool!!!]
[Does the host control the vines? He can control plants—is the host not a Strength-type ability user, but a Wood-type!?]
[Can’t Wood-type ability users only catalyze natural food? I admit Wood-type users are all rich, but their combat skills are notoriously pathetic!]
[Perhaps ability users in the ancient era are different from the Wood-type users in the Interstellar era?]
While the viewers expressed their excitement and disbelief, Lu Xuan controlled the vines to toss the wolf corpses into a pile. He then slowly shrank and fused the giant vines until they were only about two fingers thick and three meters long. He gripped them in his hand and gave them a casual flick, leaving a clear whip mark on the ground.
The viewers, still buzzing with excitement, only then noticed that the vines were covered in dense, sharp thorns. It was easy to imagine that even if the wolves hadn’t been crushed to death, those thorns alone, which would easily pierce skin and flesh, would have been enough to make them suffer.
Seeing the chat flooded with people continuously asking about the vines, Lu Xuan didn’t hide it. “This is my contracted plant, a mutant blood-sucking vine.”
His soul had transmigrated into this body. Logically, the blood-sucking vine bound to his previous life’s body shouldn’t have followed, but for some reason, not only were his abilities retained, but the contracted plant had come along as well.
“Am I a Wood-type ability user?” Lu Xuan continued answering the chat’s questions. “This is indeed a Wood-type ability.”
[Hiss! Blood-sucking vine—the name sounds so vicious!]
[It is vicious, in fact! Looking at this, it must be at least a Level 4, maybe even a Level 5 mutant plant! I’m hugging myself in fear!]
[I was worried for the host earlier, but now I only pity those wolves for picking the wrong target! To be wiped out in one go—so tragic!]
[But we’ve really never heard of Wood-type users here being able to contract mutant plants!]
Lu Xuan said offhandedly: “Really? Then perhaps the Wood-type users where you are are just too weak.”
Livestream viewers: ??? The host was doing so well—why did he have to grow a mouth!
[Even an ancient host can contract one. We’re so advanced in the Interstellar era, how have we not fully developed the potential of ability users? I don’t believe it!]
[Quick, tag the Star Alliance and the military! Hurry and look at how badass this ancient host is! Vines filling the sky, brutal slaughter—aren’t you tempted by this combat power? Hurry up and learn!]
[Tempted my foot, don’t you guys cause trouble.]
[Exactly! Wood-type users can already make a fortune just catalyzing natural food. Why would they contract plants? To become mutated beast hunters? It’s dangerous and unstable, why bother?]
[Plus, the interstellar environment is different from the ancient one. In the ancient era, mutant plants are basically like a cheat code, but we have firearms! In front of energy cannons, no matter how badass a mutant plant is, it has to kneel. It’s actually a bit of a “useless garbage” item.]
[The military doesn’t lack combat power, but natural food is never enough to go around. They’re already rushing to hire more Wood-type users to catalyze growth; how could they encourage them to neglect their proper work?]
[…That makes sense!]
[I’m still waiting for Wood-type users to grow more natural food so I can eventually achieve “natural food consumption freedom.” Forget it, not contracting plants is actually fine!]
[That’s right! We can just watch the host show off his might to get our fix!]
Lu Xuan didn’t get involved in this topic. How the Wood-type users of the Interstellar era developed was their business; it wasn’t his place to worry about it.
He glanced at the skyrocketing concurrent viewers and follower count, feeling it was about enough. Without further ado, he stored all the wild boars and grey wolves into his space, including the whip—once a blood-sucking vine—which he retracted into his body. He prepared to find a safer place to have lunch and take a rest.
A quarter of an hour later.
Lu Xuan built a fire near a small pile of rubble, took the roe deer meat he had hunted earlier out of his spatial ring, sliced it with the machete he had just washed at the water source, and skewered it with tree branches to roast while he ate.
At this point, the viewers had recovered from their hyper-excited state and thought of a question that had been overlooked before.
[It’s one thing that the host can contract plants, but aren’t all the plants where you are normal, primitive plants? Where did you find a mutant plant?]
Other viewers suddenly realized: That’s right! How come they hadn’t thought of that!
Consequently, many viewers followed suit, asking the same question.
Lu Xuan turned the skewer of roe deer meat unhurriedly and said coolly: “Guess?”
[There’s definitely something fishy here!]
[Am I the only one who thinks the host’s moves in killing the wild boar pack were too professional? That doesn’t look like the skills an average ancient-era farmer should have.]
[You’re not alone! I’ve been wanting to say that for a long time! Although the host didn’t reveal much when he attacked, just by looking at his flexible evasion and fast, ruthless, accurate attacks, you can tell the host has considerable combat experience!]
[Agreed! It doesn’t look like the disciplined style from an academy; it looks more like the wild style of a mercenary, where every move emphasizes actual combat.]
[But that makes no sense. Before the host bound the system, hadn’t he been “simple-minded” for over a dozen years? Where would he have the opportunity to accumulate combat experience? In his dreams?]
[Now even “mercenaries” are coming up—do you guys still remember that the host is from a small village?]
[A small village background—do you actually believe that? Ask the poor dead wild boars and the wolf pack if they believe it!]
[There’s another suspicious point! The ancient era didn’t even have electricity, let alone livestreams. But after the host bound the livestreaming system, his speed in accepting it was shockingly fast. There was none of that “questioning reality” or worrying that the system was a monster, which most other ancient streamers went through at the start.]
[Know that when other ancient streamers first bound their systems, some of them even made fools of themselves, and those clips became popular in “funny” videos for a while.]
The other viewers, under this reminder, finally remembered this point as well.