Chapter 118 Unknown Powers

As they tried to regain composure and get back onto their feet, they looked and noticed that within the disappearing smoke was an outline of a small, kid figure. As the smoke fully cleared, they saw the boy dressed in a simple white shirt--which was pretty dirty--and also a pair of cargo pants.

He didn't have any weapon attached to his body, only things like pouches and other small trinkets, such as a white earpiece. He dashed over to the stunned Fire-Fang Wolf, his short brown hair waving in the wind, as he slammed the heel of his palm into the wolf.

For some reason, the force of the blow didn't travel with the wolf and throw it back, instead, the force traveled through the wolf's body, making its eyes roll back into its head as its lifeless body thumped on the floor; and outline of the boy's palm imprinted on its chest.

Leon and Alten got back onto their ostriches, "Hey, we were going to hunt that wolf!" Alten exclaimed to the boy, who slowly turned around.

He had a nonchalant expression on his face as he stared at both Leon and Alten. Without even a second's hesitation, he dashed forwards, readying his palm for an attack.

In mere moments he was in front of Leon's ostrich. He hadn't even gotten time to react when the brown-haired boy suddenly appeared in front of him in the air.

Leon was shocked, his eyes gazing into the indifferent eyes of the extremely fast boy in front of him, 'What the hell do I do!? I can't dodge or block-' He interrupted his own train of thought, attempting to block with his hands.

A surge of killing intent had been thrown towards both Leon and Alten, enough to rival that of a wild beast. However, before the boy unleashed his palm, he suddenly dropped down to the ground onto his feet and made contact with his earpiece.

After a few short seconds, he said, "Spade... alright, I'll be there then." Before dashing away, not even acknowledging the two kids in front of him.

Leon was taken aback in shock, "I would have just been eliminated right there." He said, slightly stunned.

Alten too was in awe, "That kid's a monster! His spiritual energy is alike to that of a powerful tier four beast. I haven't seen almost anyone who can rival that..."

Leon started moving on his ostrich, "I sure can't... not in this form."

Alten stayed silent as he followed along.

***

Lyrian was still cultivating the Molten Essence. Although the speed it was entering his core was immensely greater in actual cultivation than mana, he couldn't tell how long it would take.

For this reason, he had given up most bodily aspects of survival, such as eating or drinking anything. He had rushed to cultivate the Molten Essence, but also, he hadn't considered too much of where he was cultivating. Sᴇaʀᴄh the ɴ0velFɪre.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

It was a small cave, right in the middle of the forbidden area. For creatures, not living in it would be like passing up a mansion... that could only mean, in that mansion was someone like Donald Trump, who they simply couldn't kick out.

*Growl*

Lyrian heard this, it wasn't loud but sounded like it came from a large creature. A gutsy, gnarly sound. It sounded like it came from a big creature so much, that Lyrian hoped that maybe it came from outside and that he didn't need to worry about it.

However, soon, he started to hear loud footsteps as well. Claws scraping on the ground, fur scruffing against the floor. It started to get louder and louder, beginning to interrupt his cultivation.

Suddenly, within his third dimension vision of himself, another large outline appeared that blocked up over half of the 'screen'. Lyrian wanted to stay in this concentrated form as long as he could, as he found that the more he cultivated, the better the cultivation went.

However, he was prepared to get up and avoid the beast's inevitable attack. The beast stomped its way slowly next to Lyrian... and then suddenly, he heard a thump on the ground. In the 3d vision, the beast which he couldn't discern turned into a round blob.

'Huh...' Lyrian thought, as he opened his eyes. 'I have to know what this thing is. I can't just continue cultivating with an imminent threat next to me.'

All he could see was dimness, barely able to recognize the beast. He summoned fire in his hand to light to place up. Squinting his eyes and looking a bit closer, he saw a big, brown-furred body. It was round, he also saw claws that were almost as large as him.

To the right side was its belly, with three large, colored circles of fur that looked to be on it. One was a small, white circle with a black outline around it, the other a medium-sized brown circle with the same black outline, and the final one was a very large black circle.

Walking over to the left side of it, he finally caught a glimpse of the beast's mouth. It was a snout, a large one. 'This thing... it's a bear.' He thought to himself.

He could feel its warm breaths blowing against him from the snout, which was slightly irritating. Suddenly, he also noticed a trickle of blood flow down its neck onto the floor.

A concerned expression shadowed his face as he raised the fire up in his hand to see that a large chunk of the creature's neck had been bitten off. It was going to die soon, there was no doubt about it.

'Damn it. I can't have this thing stinking up my place. It'll probably attract more beasts as well.' He thought to himself, 'It's going to die anyways, I might as well take it out of its misery and also get that core.'

"Yoo! Wake up!" He yelled, jumping up before kicking the bear in the nose.