"AHH!"
Rosy, who was already in a state of panic, was so scared that she immediately lost her mind. She fell backward and with a thump, she fell to the ground. Sister Reshma, save me."
Falling to the ground in the face of a demonic beast was clearly an extremely dangerous action. The Flowing Wind Lion raised its sharp claws and grabbed towards Rosy.
Reshma, on the other hand, was so frightened that her beautiful face lost color, and turned ghastly white, "Rosy."
At this crucial moment, a cold sword light flashed.
Ding!
An ordinary steel sword was actually able to block the claws of the Flowing Wind Lion. In the end, nothing terrible happened.
Everyone focused their eyes and realized that there was an additional handsome youth by Rosy's side. His eyes were firm and resolute and he looked at the Flowing Wind Lion in front of him with a bit of astonishment.
"A Class 3 Magical Beast actually appeared here?" Alex muttered softly. He then quickly raised his sword and at an extremely tricky angle, pierced towards the Flowing Wind Lion's eyes. The Flowing Wind Lion felt the threat and dodged to the side. Alex's sword swept past its head and cut off a few strands of its hair.
At the same time, Reshma and the other two people had also arrived by Rosy's side. Knowing that it could no longer take advantage of the situation, the Flowing Wind Lion let out a furious roar and fled into the forest.
Alex didn't have any plans to chase after it. Although he was confident that he could defeat a Peak Level 3 Demonic Beast, the difficulty level was not small. After all, he was just an Enlightenment Stage Level 1 martial warrior.
"Rosy, how are you? Are you hurt?" Reshma helped Rosy up from the ground and anxiously checked the other party's situation.
Rosy shook his head and then turned and looked at Alex.
The few of them heaved sighs of relief after seeing that Rosy was fine. Reshma raised her eyes and looked at Alex, and said: "Thank you for saving Rosy."
"It's nothing, it's just a small matter!" Alex smiled and nodded at him, "Since there is nothing else, I will be leaving first."
"Wait!" Reshma shouted gently, "My name is Reshma, may I ask what your name is?"
"Alex!"
Alex?
The few of them were stunned, each of them showing a shocked expression. Reshma, Rosy, and the other three all looked at each other. If one were to mention the name "Alex", it was likely that very few people who were from the same sect as Alex did not know of it.
To all of them, Alex was just a trash who doesn't have any cultivation talent, and even after years of bitter cultivation, he was only a Foundation Establishment Stage Level 9 martial warrior.
Alex was already used to their expressions, he didn't even wait for them to speak as he turned and was about to leave. However, at this time, an ear-piercing voice followed, "Hehe, so you are Genius Han. It's my pleasure to meet you!"
If a genius was mentioned to anyone else, it would be a form of praise. And if used on Alex, it would be equivalent to "trash".
Alex once again turned and saw Haider who was walking toward him with an unkind smile on his face. Looking at Alex, Haider did not bother to hide the contempt in his eyes.
Alex coldly glanced at him and then said to Reshma and the others, "Miss Reshma, I will not stay any longer. Farewell!"
Seeing that Alex was about to leave, Haider thought that was afraid of him and the complacency on his face grew even more. Unexpectedly, Reshma urged him to stay, and said, "Alex, if there's nothing else, come with us to hunt for the Beast Cores!"
"Hmm?" Alex was startled when he heard this.
"What did you say?" Haider immediately frowned and said: "Reshma, are you sure you're not mistaken? Let him team up with us?"
Reshma replied coldly, "What? Do you have any objections?"
"Of course, if you want to team up with him, then I choose to leave."
"Heh heh, is that so? That would be great." Reshma laughed and then took out three beast cores from her pocket. Then she threw them towards the other party, saying: "This is for you. Go!"
"You?"
"Hmph." Reshma looked straight at him indifferently and reached out to hold onto Rosy who was beside him, "Haider, Rosy was in danger just now. You, a peak Enlightenment Stage martial warrior, cowered and refused to save her. What do we need teammates like you for?"
Haider's face gradually darkened as he said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications to chase me away, right? As for the others…"
Even before he could finish speaking, the two people beside him had already stood by Reshma's side. One of them was a relatively simple and honest young lad, so he replied, "Reshma is right, Haider, we don't need a teammate like you."
"You?" Haider gnashed his teeth in anger. His gaze turned to Alex, wanting to vent his anger on him, he said: "Who do you think you are? Why did you chase me away for this trash? This kind of trash, can his strength rival me?"
Just as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of Haider. The latter's heart was slightly alarmed as he extended his hand and turned to the other party. However, all he saw was a blur.
Pow!
A resounding slap on the face caused everyone's heart to shrink. In the next moment, a bright red handprint appeared on Haider's handsome face.
"This?" Reshma, Rosy, and the other two people were all stunned. What happened just now?
Haider's face burned with pain, he raised his head and looked at Alex's cold eyes. In his heart, he was shocked and angry at the same time. "You dare to slap me?"
Pow!
Another crisp sound. Haider was once again slapped in the face. He leaped forward and almost fell to the ground. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and a broken tooth.
"You damned trash, I'm going to kill you." Haider was enraged, his eyes turned red, and he immediately pulled out his sword to stab Alex.
"Hmph." Alex let out a cold laugh, his hands swaying in the air. In an instant, all Haider could see were the shadows of his palms.
"It's the Hundred Shadow Hands!" One of the two people who was standing beside Reshma subconsciously blurted out when he saw Alex's attack. He recognized this martial arts skill before he has also tried to practice it before, only to fail.
Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the weapon in Haider's hand was somehow snatched away by Alex. Before he could do anything, his intuition told him that his neck had been grabbed by a strong hand.
Reshma, Rosy, and the others all looked at this scene with widened eyes. It was all written on his face. They were all clear that although Haider was only at the Ninth Level of the Enlightenment Stage, he was must stronger than martial warriors with the same cultivation base.
However, Alex, who was called "Trash", easily seized Haider's weapon and strangled him on the neck.
Were the rumors all fake?
"Who is the actual trash?" The cold aura surged in Alex's eyes and his eyes shone with extremely ruthless light.
Haider was like a crab as he powerlessly moved his four limbs. In the blink of an eye, his previous anger turned into fear and unease. "Let me go, let me go."
"Please pay attention when you speak." Alex knocked him down to the ground and shouted: "Scram!"
Haider shivered as he gasped for breath heavily and retreated a few meters back. He glared at everyone with hatred and said, "Hmph, remember all of you. To tell you the truth! That Flowing Wind Lion just now was raised by Senior Sister Israt."
Senior Sister Israt?
The expressions of Reshma, Rosy, and the others changed immediately. Everyone knew that Israt was an extremely cold person. Moreover, her natural talent surpassed everyone else. Currently, she has already broken through and become an Innate Stage martial warrior. Amongst the outer court disciples, she was absolutely an outstanding disciple.
"So what?" Alex calmly replied.
"Don't pretend to be calm. You hurt her pet, she won't let you go."
Alex's eyes congealed and he clenched his sword diagonally, "Scram immediately, or else, I'll kill you."
Haider was scared. He didn't dare to stay any longer and immediately left while gnashing his teeth in anger.
After he left, Reshma organized the team once again and started looking for demonic beasts to hunt.
Reshma was walking at the front being followed by the two young men. Rosy and Alex were walking at the back. Rosy held her and stole a few glances at Alex. Her face flushed red. Then she thought of something and waved her hand. Something wrapped in a black cloth appeared in her hand.
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