As Reon made his way out of the Inner Se of Frost Mountain Cave, the biting cold his skin, but his focus remained unwavering.
Each step was calcuted, careful to avoid drawing attention from the hidden frost beasts lurking in the shadows.
From time to time, lesser beasts—Ordinary Frost Beasts—emerged, their strength resembling that of a Low-Stage Qi Refining Realm cultivator.
With a swift surge of spiritual energy, Reon dispatched them effortlessly, their bodies dissolving into frosty mist.
But deeper in the cave, the presence of far more dangerous creatures lingered—beasts with an aura so heavy, it nearly suffocated the air.
These Demonic Beasts, capable of sying even Peak Qi Solidification cultivators, silently prowled the depths.
Reon could feel their eyes on him, but he chose to slip past them, death never far behind.
As he he exit, the cold grew thicker, suffog.
Suddenly—
GRRRH!
A low growl echoed in the distance, sending a chill down his spine.
From the shadows, a wolf emerged, its white fur gleaming like frost uhe dim light.
Its pierg eyes locked onto Reon, hunger burning in them.
Reon’s instincts kicked in as he swiftly activated his skill.
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"Identify"
[Name: Gcier Fang Wolf.
Rank: Mid-Ranked Fierce Beast.
Description: The Gcier Fang Wolf is a formidable and agile creature, known for its razor-sharp fangs and speed that rivals the wind. Ferocious in battle, it strikes with deadly precision, using its agility to outmaneuver oppos before delivering crushing blows. With an unyielding will and a relentless hunger for victory, it is a fearsome foe.]
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Reon’s heart skipped a beat.
Mid-Ranked… Fierce Beast?
His mind fshed back to the cssifications of Demonic Beasts:
Ordinary Beast, Fierce Beast, Demonic Beast, Demonic Soldier, Demonieral, Demoniander, Demonic Lord, Demonig, Demonic Emperor, and finally, the Demonic Sn.
These beasts are further categorized into Low-Ranked, Mid-Ranked, and High-Ranked, with the half-stage before the realm beast referred to as Peak-Ranked.
This creature—powerful enough to rival a High-Stage Qi Refining cultivator.
His pulse quied, realization dawning.
This would not be an easy fight.
GROWL!
The wolf let out a bone-chilling howl, its body surrounded by swirling frost.
WHOOSH!
It lunged with terrifying speed, its cws gleaming like icy daggers.
Reoed in an instant, summoning his Bull Stopping Shield.
CLATTER!
The shield materialized, abs the wolf's strike with a deafening crash. The force of the blow sent shards of ice flying, but the shield held firm.
Before Reon could even catch his breath, the wolf struck again, its fangs bared, ready to tear into him.
CLATTER!
Reon summohe shield once more, defleg the deadly bite—but this time, the shield flickered and vanished, its energy depleted.
With no prote left, Reon braced for the worst.
His spiritual energy surged through him, and in a fsh, he struck at the wolf’s left side.
GARGH!
The beast howled in pain, but it wasn’t enough t it down.
It swiftly corrected its stand retaliated, its fangs aiming for Reon’s throat.
"Ugh!"
Reon barely dodged the strike, his heart rag.
"Hah! Hah!"
His breath was heavy, but his eyes bzed with unyieldiermination.
"If you think you kill me," Reon spat, his voice low and dangerous,"you’re mistaken. I’m the one who’s walking away."
WHOOSH!
The wolf lunged again, a blur of white fury.
Reon dodged, but this time, his movements were effortless—his body flowing with the instinct of battle.
His eyes locked onto an opening.
There!
He struck at the beast’s exposed side, f it back.
But the wolf was relentless.
This fight was no longer about power—it was a test of Endurance.
The cave echoed with the csh of id energy, the sharp crack of cws against stohe heavy breaths of predator and prey locked in a deadly dance.
Miretched iernity.
Dodging. Striking. tering.
For half an hour, they fought, their strength slowly waning.
Then—
SWOOSH!
With a final, desperate strike, Reon unleashed everything he had.
His attaded with crushing force, sending the wolf staggering.
GROOOWL!
It let out o, mournful howl—its cry of defeat reverberating through the cave—before its massive body colpsed, motionless.
Silence followed.
Reon stood there, chest heaving, his hands trembling from exhaustion.
At st...
It was over.
The exit was in sight. Safety.
He sighed in relief, his muscles finally rexing. The dangers of the Inner Se lifted, repced by a wave of triumph.
With a swift motioored the wolf’s body in his ring and stepped into the light.
His heart swelled. He had survived. He had won.
The Outer Sect y ahead, and for the first time in his life, Reo like a True Warrior.
With each step, a quiet pride swelled within him—this was more than just a victory.
In this sed life, he had aplished something truly moal.
