Chapter 92: Chapter 82: Do You Want to Bet?

Upon seeing the corpses, Lin Feng noticed that the expressions of his team members became serious, and even their actions became much more cautious.

Originally, they had intended to hunt the Turtle Shell Frog, but chose to abandon it, only wanting to leave the scene quickly.

However, just as the team was preparing to leave, Xie Bing’s expression flickered and he said, “Wen, try Demon Transformation?”

Wen halted his steps. He had refined a Second Grade Long-nosed Beast, which was an auxiliary Demon Spirit without any innate skills and not strong in combat. But it did possess an extraordinarily strong sense of smell.

“Stop your foolish behavior!”

Seeing Wen close his eyes, a faint glow swirling at the center of his brows, preparing for Demon Transformation, Lin Feng scolded.

“What’s wrong?” Wen opened his eyes, somewhat confused.

Truly a bunch of rookies!

Lin Feng sighed in his heart.

The time of this hunt occurred within three hours, and nearby was a pond filled with many Water Series Demon Beasts. These corpses were not directly thrown into the pond for destruction, fearing the other’s intention was to make their deaths look like an accident, an attack by Demon Beasts!

At this point, setting aside whether there were residual scents, the extent of the residues, and the effectiveness of the tracking, even if there are, what does it have to do with you?

What can you do?

The ones who could hunt down this group of five could naturally also hunt down Xie Bing and his group.

To have a sense of justice and want to play the hero, the premise is to ensure your own safety and assess your own abilities!

“They might be nearby!”

Perhaps due to the reprimand, Wen’s expression showed some anger, and upon seeing this, Lin Feng coldly replied, only feeling a gut intuition.

Nearby?

Wen was startled, and he forced himself to suppress the panic within, softly asking, “Are you sure!”

“Do you want to gamble?”

Seeing Wen’s skepticism, Lin Feng shook his head, somewhat amused.

Compared to everyone else’s tension and fear, Lin Feng was rather at ease.

In Senhai, only First Grade Martial Artists are allowed to enter!

With his strength and experience, Lin Feng naturally had nothing to fear. Even if he couldn’t win, no one could make him stay if he wanted to leave; he had that confidence. But if the other side were seasoned veterans of the Otherworld, or if they were in large numbers, then Xie Bing’s team would be in some danger.

Although the time spent together wasn’t long and the encounter was serendipitous, not enough to claim any friendship, Lin Feng didn’t want everyone to lose their lives in vain.

Even though death in the Otherworld is routine, and every Martial Artist entering it has this understanding.

But saying so, for a family, losing a child is a disaster.

Xie Bing went up and patted Wen on the shoulder, saying, “Listen to Lin Feng, he’s right. We can’t afford to gamble; it was my miscalculation.”

After speaking, Xie Bing thanked Lin Feng!

With Lin Feng’s reminder, he also realized, feeling somewhat guilty and embarrassed.

As a team leader, not only is combat ability necessary, but more importantly, the skills of observation and directing, because one decision could lead the team into danger, and clearly he was not qualified.

As the team was leaving, 500 meters away, on a giant ancient tree with a diameter of two meters, five figures stood on the lush treetop, their eyes cold, facing towards the pond.

“Today’s payoff is huge, the commission is one thing, who would have thought this rookie team would be so extravagant, possessing a Demon-Sealing Soul Artifact.”

“Certainly lucky, or rather, the captain is skilled, spotting this fat sheep at a glance. Although it’s just a Basic-Level Soul Artifact, it’s as big as a basketball, at Old Li’s place, it might sell for over ten million.”

“With this deal, this month’s quota is met, finally can rest for a while.”

“Give me that arm guard, I just happen to need one.”

“Idiot, it hasn’t been dealt with, do you want to die?” The group whispered and joked lightly, the atmosphere relaxed.

“Someone’s coming.”

At this moment, a thin man with a sharp and monkey-like face suddenly said, and the air seemed to quiet down, leaving only the sound of breathing.

This thin man slightly closed his eyes, and after a while, even his features began to undergo subtle changes, his originally sharp and monkey-like appearance became more defined, with a Roman nose, upper lip curved, with arms covered in gray feathers, forming a pair of wings, his nails turned into sharp claws, exuding a cold light.

The most captivating thing was that his pitch-black eyes turned a yellowish-brown, with tiny golden dots within the pupils, originally lazy eyes suddenly becoming sharp, the pupils continuously enlarging and shrinking, reflecting the figures of Xie Bing and the others.

“Eagle, how is it?” Someone asked.

The sharp-faced thin man, nicknamed Eagle, did not respond, as he was observing Wen’s lips, though he couldn’t hear, he had learned lip-reading.

After about five minutes, he replied, “They sense something’s amiss, starting to suspect, that one with the hat is a veteran.”

“Oh, seems like an old hand?”

The speaker didn’t care much; the pond is a place where Demon Beasts come to drink water, adventure teams often pass by.

“Is there an auxiliary demon spirit master?” someone asked.

“Should Wen try a demon transformation?”

At this moment, Eagle’s pupils emitted a faint yellow glow, and after a while, he muttered to himself, still maintaining an unmoving posture.

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Aside from Eagle, the other four people’s faces visibly changed slightly, with a trace of murderous intent in their dark eyes.

“It seems their team also has an auxiliary demon spirit master, probably related to scent detection.”

In the team, a middle-aged man in his forties, holding a war bow, spoke.

“Captain, should we act?”

That middle-aged man answered without any hesitation: “Kill them. Even though we don’t know who the target of this task is, to possess such a precious demon-sealing soul artifact, they must be either from a noble family or a major corporation’s descendant, and not someone we can afford to provoke.”

They were delaying the destruction of bodies to make it appear like an accident. They also worried about the lingering scent; although three hours had passed, enough for the scent to dissipate, better safe than sorry. Cautiousness was the key to their survival.

“There’s only one exit in Senhai; we can’t hide for long. If we draw the orderers, we’re done for.”

The captain’s tone was somewhat heavy, clearly fearful of the orderers mentioned in his words.

As he spoke, he had already taken an arrow from the quiver on his back and placed it on the bowstring: “Quick execution, I’ll provide support from behind!”

“Nosy actions will get you killed.” Someone snorted coldly.

Just as they were about to leap down and start the massacre, Eagle suddenly exclaimed: “Wait!”

Everyone paused in their movements, refocusing their gaze on the pond. Although they intentionally tried to see figures, they couldn’t discern what Lin Feng and the others were saying.

“What’s wrong?”

“That one with the hat is smart; he seems to know we’re nearby. That auxiliary demon spirit master hasn’t undergone demon transformation, and they’re preparing to leave now.”

Eagle spoke, and everyone exchanged glances, chuckling: “Looks like they’re lucky!”

….

At this moment, Xie Bing’s team was unaware that they narrowly escaped a disaster.

They quickened their pace as they left the pond, and only ten minutes later did their anxious hearts finally calm down.

“Wen, you can start now.”

Xie Bing said to Wen, as they truly entered the core of Senhai, where the danger multiplied several times.

“Demon transformation!”

Wen nodded, softly muttering, and soon his body began to undergo dramatic changes.

His whole person inflated like a balloon, growing larger by a circle, and his originally loose battle attire began to fit snugly.

Wen, who used to look somewhat delicate and thin, now appeared slightly bloated. His cheeks puffed up comically like apple muscles, with his skin showing a faint pink hue. The most unique feature was his nose, which had turned from flat to resembling an elephant’s trunk, with a grayish-white color, measuring fifteen centimeters long, swaying slightly.

“Within a radius of three hundred meters, in the direction right in front of me, there’s a human presence, along with a scent of blood, probably indicating they’re hunting demon beasts. There are about seven people.”

Wen closed his eyes slightly, and the elephant-like nose inhaled subtly. After a while, he spoke: “There are thirteen beast scents, including Red Blood Rabbit, Fierce Eagle, Green Silkworm Beast, Fire Spider…. Which one should we hunt?”

“Let’s start with the Red Blood Rabbit to get familiar; it’s been a month since we last came.” Xie Bing decided.

“Then let’s go.” Wen nodded, leading everyone in a sprint.

Next, the team began hunting first-grade demon beasts.

Along the way, Lin Feng saw hundreds of human or demon beast corpses, some freshly dead, some already turned to decaying meat and white bones.

The cruel reality of the otherworld once again presented itself to everyone.

Though Xie Bing’s team had the strength of first-grade martial artists, their battle skills seemed quite rusty, and Lin Feng’s performance left the team surprised!

In their eyes, Lin Feng’s evasive maneuvers and hunting techniques were formidable and impressive. His exceptionally calm demeanor when facing demon beasts rivaled, if not surpassed, those of seasoned mercenaries in Senhai.

Such calmness in reaction could be considered a combat talent.

Strength does not equate to combat power; maintaining absolute calm in battle can be more crucial than sheer power.

Everyone was curious about what enabled a seemingly younger boy to possess such talent.

Besides, Lin Feng’s extraordinary stamina greatly shocked them.

While many members were nearing their physical limits, Lin Feng remained unfazed and steady. Although Lin Feng never channeled spiritual power into his body, his strength was undeniable to them.

They were unaware that at all times, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth was slowly yet incessantly penetrating Lin Feng’s body, rapidly restoring his sore muscles to optimal condition.

After covering some distance, the team’s pace began to slow, and Lin Feng bid farewell to the team. Though Xie Bing initially wanted to exchange phone numbers for future contact after leaving, Lin Feng politely declined.

Aside from this encounter, they probably wouldn’t meet again, hence there was no need to become friends.

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