Branches whipped past in a blur.
Lin Ye shot through the forest, the stolen demon‑core seething inside him like a newborn sun. Each stride came lighter, faster; every heartbeat hammered raw power into his veins.
Behind him, the wounded sect warriors’ shouts dwindled, swallowed by the night.
Five hundred evolution points… Even as he ran, the system’s cool readouts scrolled across his vision:
Flesh‑Body Tier: Early Body‑Forging → Mid Body‑Forging
Bloodline Resonance: +12 %
New skill slot unlocked (empty)
Remaining evolution points: 430
Heat roared under his skin—bone creaked, muscle rippled. Sight sharpened so keenly he could count veins on distant leaves; hearing stretched until the hunters’ ragged breaths flickered like drumbeats in the dark.
This is power… my own.
A memory flashed: chains, whips, the mine’s choking dust. Never again.
He slowed only when the din behind finally vanished. Moonlight filtered through the canopy onto a mossy clearing. Heart still racing, he leaned against a boulder, letting the rush settle.
“System,” he whispered, “open skill menu.”
A translucent panel bloomed:
প্রাথমিক ত্বরণ (Initial Burst) – Lv.1 – Cooldown 1 h 50 m
— empty slot —
Four hundred thirty points—enough to shape his next edge.
But choice could wait. First, he pressed a palm to his chest, guiding the Savage Tempering Canon. Blood‑qi surged, now richer than ever; with every circuit his wounds knit.
Minutes passed. The fire in his veins mellowed to a steady glow. When he opened his eyes, the weariness of battle had lifted, replaced by a taut, confident strength.
I stole their core, their chance to rise. They’ll hunt me.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOL7O5fv4UE
Good. Let them come.
Because he had seen their techniques—the angles of blades, the way they braced a strike with spine and qi. With each encounter he learned, adapted—and the system turned lessons into muscle and bone.
Lin Ye gazed into the dark maze of trunks.
“The mine was a cage,” he murmured. “Out here, predators eat or are eaten.”
A faint grin cracked across his face.
“Time to hunt back.”
With that, he slipped into the undergrowth, heading deeper into the wilderness—toward rarer herbs, fiercer beasts, and the next rung of power.
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