Chapter 108: Mountain Phantom Hair (2)
Translator: Henyee Translations | Editor: Henyee Translations
"Oh no, could that person have gotten to the Mountain Phantom first?"
Bai Xiaotong suddenly became worried.
When Yan Dao heard this, he smiled and said, "Don't worry. From the traces nearby, there's only one attacker. The Mountain Phantom is a mid-phase Ascension spiritual beast, and it also has many Mountain Sprites by its side. If one wants to kill so many spiritual beasts alone, they have to be an Earth-rank disciple!"
Earth-rank disciples were generally at Level 6 or 7 of the Long Breath Stage. With enchanted armaments, it wouldn't be a problem for them to deal with a group of Mountain Phantoms and Mountain Sprites.
However, unless there was a special reason, Earth-rank disciples would usually train in the depths of the Dragon Abyss Mountain Range and not come to an outer mountain peak like Mount Firon.
Therefore, that person was most likely just a Black-rank disciple.
And with the strength of a Black-rank disciple, it was indeed impossible for them to deal with a group of Mountain Phantoms and Mountain Sprites alone.
At the thought of this, Zheng Weirong and Bai Xiaotong heaved a sigh of relief.
Ai Jingting's slightly furrowed brows relaxed.
Seeing this, Yan Dao smiled and led the way up the mountain.
"Let's go and see which Junior Brother or Junior Sister beat us to it."
The four of them immediately sped up the mountain.
Along the way, as expected, they saw many Mountain Sprites??corpses one after another. Most of them were at the early phase of the Ascension Stage, and there were only individual ones at the beginning, but gradually, they appeared in threes and fours.
No matter how many there were, all the Mountain Sprites were killed with one strike. Their heads were charred by the high temperature.
Not only were Zheng Weirong and Bai Xiaotong speechless, but even Yan Dao and Ai Jingting looked serious.
"That's Mastery, no, Perfection-stage Meltdown!"
Yan Dao's expression was slightly solemn. He was no longer as unconcerned as before.
Meltdown was extremely difficult to cultivate. Many Long Breath Stage disciples had focused on this martial technique for a year or two, but they had only reached Proficient.
As far as Yan Dao knew, there were only two disciples in the lower-house who could cultivate Meltdown to Perfection.
And those two were both Heaven-rank disciples!
Yan Dao was surprised and doubtful. He wasn't so sure about his speculation anymore.
Could he be wrong? Was that person on the mountain not a Black-rank disciple, but was actually one of the two Heaven-rank disciples?
After coming back to his senses, he involuntarily quickened his pace up the mountain.
The other three also increased their speed.
Before long, the four of them arrived near the top of the mountain.
From more than 100 meters away, Yan Dao and the others could hear angry roars and miserable cries coming from afar.
The four of them looked at each other and quickly ran in the direction of the voice.
Soon, they arrived at the location of the battle.
What they saw was an abnormally intense battle.
One side of the battle was a group of spiritual monsters.
The leader was a spiritual monster riding a white-head tiger. It had a big nose and thick lips, and there was a tree branch with leaves around its waist. It had strange indigo skin, and its aura was ferocious.
Around it were seven or eight Mountain Sprites.
On the other side of the battle was a young man who looked to be about 20 years old. He was unarmed. Even though he was fighting against many monsters alone, his expression was still calm, and he didn't panic at all.
There were already four to five Mountain Sprite corpses lying on the ground around them. Without exception, their heads were charred black, just like the Mountain Sprite corpses that Yan Dao and the others had seen earlier.
Clearly, the person who killed those Mountain Sprites was this young man.
"Why does he look a little familiar?" Zheng Weirong hesitated.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xiaotong cried out, "Lin Shen! That person is Lin Shen!"
"Lin Shen?"
Zheng Weirong was stunned for a moment before he quickly reacted and widened his eyes in shock.
"The Lin Shen who was promoted to a Black-rank disciple as soon as he entered the academy?"
"Who else could it be? I didn't expect to meet him here!"
Bai Xiaotong's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Even the usually calm and elegant Ai Jingting seemed a little intrigued.
She stared at Lin Shen without blinking, clearly very interested in this rumored genius.
At this moment, Zheng Weirong suddenly spoke.
"That's not right. Didn't I hear Lin Shen had just advanced to the Long Breath Stage not long ago? Logically speaking, he should only be at the first level of the Long Breath Stage. But from the looks of it, he's at least at the third level!"
Upon hearing Zheng Weirong's words, Bai Xiaotong and Ai Jingting also came to their senses. Surprises appeared on their faces.
He was right.
It was rumored that Lin Shen's attainments in martial arts were extremely high. He cultivated many powerful martial arts techniques, and all of them were quite advanced. He could even fight opponents above his level.
However, no matter how superb his martial techniques were, if his cultivation was only at the first level of the Long Breath Stage, it was impossible for him to defeat a group of Mountain Phantoms and Mountain Sprites alone!
It was obvious that either the rumors were wrong, or his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds in the past month.
If it was the latter, then Lin Shen's talent was simply terrifying to the extreme!
"I didn't expect Lin Shen to hide it so well. Many people are still saying that Lin Shen definitely won't be able to keep his spot as a Black-rank disciple. I really want them to see what we're seeing now."
Bai Xiaotong's pretty face was filled with amazement.
Zheng Weirong nodded in agreement. Just based on the strength that Lin Shen had displayed, he was more than a level stronger than many Black-rank disciples.
At the very least, he and Bai Xiaotong were far weaker than Lin Shen.
It seemed the rumors were wrong. Although Lin Shen was a new student, his true strength had long reached the level of a Black-rank disciple.
No wonder Master Si specially made him a Black-rank disciple. As expected, Master Si had sharp eyes!
Thinking of how many Yellow-rank disciples had been rubbing their fists and preparing to challenge Lin Shen in the next rank challenge, Zheng Weirong couldn't help but mourn for them for a few seconds..
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