C10 First Battle

Outside of Coleman City, outside the Magical Beast Forest, in the aristocratic hunting camp.

(Useless)" Hehe, trash...)

Linley lowered his head. He didn't want anyone to notice that he was staring at his hands with a dark face.

(If I had enough power, mother, Xin'er, father would not …)

Linley looked at the index finger of Lin Xin on his right hand, and thought of those people who had paid the price of their lives for him.

(If I had the absolute power like her, why would I need to flee in such a pathetic manner …)

Linley saw his left hand, encased in an icy-blue gem, wrapped in a piece of cloth. He thought of that mountain cave behind the Lin clan, covered in a snowstorm, and the devilish, violet-robed woman with the purple rose's right eye.

(If I had such powerful strength, who would still mock me as a 'piece of trash'?)

Linley raised his head, using a sinister gaze to stare at Andrew, who was mocking him. A faint, ominous aura began to emanate from Linley's body.

"Andrew Allen, laughing at my patients on my turf. Are you looking down on me?" Seeing that something was wrong with Linley's appearance, Lisa calmly hugged him from behind, her eyebrows raised as she spoke to Andrew Allen.

Immediately afterwards, Lisa used her body to press down on Linley's back, forcing him to bend down slightly. Lisa's left hand passed through Linley's armpit, her left fingers passing through the gaps between Linley's fingers, tightly locking onto Linley's right hand. And then, Lisa rested her chin on Linley's shoulders. In a soft voice that only the two of them could hear, she warned Linley, "Kid, this shouldn't be the first time you've heard someone mock you in so many years. Calm down!"

Hearing Lisa's words, Linley took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his chest, and the faint ominous aura dissipating into the air.

"Big Sister Lisa, how could I dare look down on you!?" It's just that we're all here to hunt, there's no way a piece of trash can be placed here to hold us back, right? "

Andrew Allen looked at Lisa with some fear, and then looked at Linley, who was intimately in contact with Lisa, and retorted with some unwillingness.

"Andrew Allen, what does it have to do with you? Besides, even if he's trash, he's still my servant. When will it be your turn to interrupt my servant? " Seeing that Andrew Allen still dared to refute him, Saudi snow couldn't help but jump out and point at Andrew Allen's nose and shout. Completely ignoring Linley's will, he directly classified Linley as his own servant.

"Saudi snow, I … "I …" Andrew Allen looked at Saudi snow with an aggrieved expression, wanting to refute but not daring to refute, for fear of arousing a further backlash.

"As long as I can prove my usefulness, isn't it enough?" Linley gently pulled Lisa off his back. Turning around, he placed his intertwined fingers in front of Lisa, slowly pulling his fingers away from Lisa's fingers. His eyes were filled with determination.

Lisa let out a sigh, relaxing her grip, allowing Linley's right hand to leave her own left hand, and in the meantime, she put her own left hand behind her back.

Linley nodded gratefully at Lisa, then turned and walked to Andrew Allen's side. He said provocatively, "Let's wait and see who's the true 'trash'!"

After speaking, Linley ignored Andrew Allen and just walked past him.

(What exactly did you encounter, Linley?)

Lisa looked at Linley, whose personality didn't match the one she knew, and couldn't help but feel a sense of worry in her heart. Behind her, her left hand was trembling nonstop, and on the back of her left hand, there were five clear marks left by her fingers.

Thinking back to the dark, ominous aura that had emanated from Linley's body, Lisa couldn't help but shiver, a look of terror on her face.

Outside of Coleman City, outside the Magical Beast Forest, in the aristocratic hunting camp.

Vincent led Linley and Andrew Allen to the camp, where the nobles were hoarding their prey. Behind them was Saudi snow, who was skipping along with them, Lisa, who had a heavy expression on her face, and a group of spectators, who had come to watch the show.

"How is it, are you scared? If you are afraid, then just say it. As long as you are willing to kneel down and beg me, it is not like I cannot be magnanimous and release you. " Andrew Allen looked at all sorts of magical beasts, then looked smugly at Linley.

But contrary to Andrew Allen's expectations, Linley didn't reveal the same look of fear as he had expected. Instead, he solemnly sized up every single one of the prey inside.

(The Lin family is dead, and I must rely on these nobles to survive; I must show my worth if I want to stand my ground here.) This is my first chance, and my only chance.)

Linley pondered, then glanced at Andrew Allen.

"You just glanced at me, right?" You piece of trash, you dared to glance sideways at me just now! " Seeing that Linley actually dared to glance sideways at him, Andrew Allen was instantly enraged. A puny piece of trash he had just picked up actually dared to look down on him. Andrew Allen rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up and duel with Linley, but was stopped by Vincente, who was staring at him from the side.

"Master Andrew Allen, don't bother with him. Miss Saudi snow is watching!" Vincente's words doused Andrew Allen's anger. He looked at Saudi snow, took a deep breath, and calmed himself.

(Now it seems that Andrew Allen won't give me a second chance, so...) He had to give up his life! If he succeeded, he would escape, and if he lost, he would live a life worse than death!)

Linley gave Vincente a deep look. He had already seen through Vincente's scheme when they had first met. If he was to eliminate Andrew Allen in the future, he would definitely be the first obstacle Linley would face. Thinking up to this point, Linley couldn't help but clench his hands tightly. He could feel the cool sensation coming from the palm of his left hand.

Linley glanced at his left hand, which was wrapped in a piece of cloth, then looked at his prey, not too far away. He couldn't help but let out a smile.

(How could I have forgotten something so important?) With it, even if there was a slim chance of survival, it would not be impossible.)

"This thing can protect you from this blizzard." Linley thought back to what the devilish, violet-robed woman with the purple rose's right eye had told him in the snowstorm that covered the cave.

(Or rather, the situation of Nine Lives and One Death.)

"Well, have you chosen?" Vincente looked at Linley, who was smiling, and asked.

"Hey!" A tall and sturdy man holding a fire tiger in his left hand, saw the crowd gathered together and asked curiously, "What are you guys doing here?"

Linley glanced at Andrew Allen, then chose the fire tiger that had just been pounced on. He charged towards it alone, gathering his battle-qi in his left hand, and viciously smashed towards the fire tiger.

"What is this?" The uncle lifted his left hand, easily dodging Linley's attack against the fire tiger. Frowning, he looked at Linley with dissatisfaction.

Wen Shente took a step forward and explained to the uncle, "The situation is like this..."

Before Vincent could finish his words, Linley took advantage of the fact that his uncle was paying attention to him, and struck his right fist viciously towards the flame tiger in his uncle's hand.

Fire Tiger successfully got out of the uncle's control. He turned his body in the air and stably stood on the ground. Then, he let out a roar towards the crowd.

The old man's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Fire Tiger that had fallen to the ground. In an instant, the Fire Tiger had withered away like an eggplant.

(What a tough skin …) Do I have to use the power of this gem?)

Linley raised his right hand and looked at his numb fist, then looked at the uninjured Flaming Tiger. He felt rather crestfallen.

"Kid, catch." After the uncle finished listening to Vincente's explanation, he casually tossed his sword to Linley, then looked at Linley with a hint of approval. "I'm optimistic about you. Don't lose!"

A cold light flashed past the blade of the sword, and without question, it was a sharp good sword. Linley gave the uncle a grateful glance, then locked his gaze onto the body of the Fire Tiger in front of him. He charged towards Flaming Tiger, taking the initiative to launch an attack.

Outside of Coleman City, outside the Magical Beast Forest, in the aristocratic hunting camp.

"Sister Lisa, do you think he will win?" Saudi Xue looked nervously at Linley, who was wielding his sword and fighting against the fire tiger, and asked Lisa who was next to her.

"Generally speaking, if a person who has just entered the Dou Ling class wishes to defeat a rank 2 Magical Beast, Fire Tiger, alone, he must either have a sharp weapon or a special Dou Qi. "This guy …" Lisa muttered to herself irresolutely, thinking back to the ominous aura Linley had emitted, as well as the disguise he had put up to freeze her. "Perhaps I can win, or perhaps I will lose. I don't know."

"What do you mean?" Saudi snow stared unblinkingly at the battle between Linley and the Flaming Tiger, then said to Lisa unhappily, "Big sister Lisa, what's the difference between saying this and not saying it?"

Andrew Allen, off to the side, was watching the battle between Linley and the Flaming Tiger seriously as well. He turned to Vincente and asked, "Vincente, what do you think of this fellow's power?"

"From the looks of his unstable battle qi, he is merely someone who has just broken through to the Dou Zhe level. "He has only entered the Dou Ling class at the age of sixteen. Honestly speaking, his strength can be considered first class for the weak." As he said that, Vincente unconsciously touched his back, which still had that icy cold sensation.

"Oh, then do you think he will win?" Andrew Allen asked Vincente with interest, his arms folded across his chest.

"I don't know about the others, but his words …" Vincent remembered the smile on Linley's face, and he said with some hesitation, "... They should win! "