This netizen named Lulu.
To be honest, she’s quite attractive.
Of course, there’s still a big gap compared to her heavily edited photos.
With all the retouching and beauty filters, her looks could easily score a 9!
Not that An Yi traveled all this way for that—well, never mind.
With her innocent face, delicate features, fair skin, clear eyes, and a slender figure, she gave off the vibe of a sweet girl-next-door.
Add to that her soft, sugary voice, and she’d easily qualify as the class or department beauty.
Too bad she had to open her mouth.
She actually dared to question his height!!!
An Yi was furious.
He’d gone so far as to change his nickname to avoid any doubts, and yet this girl had the nerve to challenge him!
Should he print out the system-certified data proof for her?!
“Those two are monsters—they eat people! Uncle Zhang was bitten to death by them.”
Lulu’s voice trembled with lingering fear.
An Yi chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, they won’t get far.”
He had already sent his disciple and Hongtian to intercept them.
In the outskirts near the residential area!
Amid the withered grass of late autumn,
colorful wild pheasants pecked at the ground before scattering in a flurry of wings, startled.
A figure was sent flying, crashing into the wilderness.
Cough!
Old Hei knelt on the ground, coughing violently, blood-flecked foam spraying from his mouth.
“Old Hei!”
A short young man rushed forward to help him up, his violet eyes burning with fury.
Hongtian stepped forward on his dog paws, oozing arrogance, his single eye filled with disdain. “Tch. A little crocodile and a weasel—pathetic, truly pathetic.”
The short young man gritted his teeth and roared, charging at him: “I’ll kill you!”
Hongtian lifted his snout proudly—then immediately tucked his tail and bolted. “Kid, it’s your turn now!”
Behind him, Fang Jueming was already winding up for a punch—his fist shot out like a cannon!
Boom!
A wall of earth materialized out of nowhere!
Fang Jueming’s strike landed squarely on the barrier.
“What the—?!”
Fang Jueming froze.
He had never seen a wall of earth just appear to block an attack.
“Kid, watch out! This thing controls earth—don’t get caught off guard!” Hongtian barked a warning.
Fang Jueming’s expression hardened. His fist, still pressed against the wall, suddenly unleashed another surge of force.
Double Impact!
CRASH!
The earthen wall shattered into dust!
If Wu Tong, the “Axe Fist,” saw this, he’d probably weep.
Coiling Dragon Force—Double Fist Power!
Even his ancestors couldn’t pull this off!
As the dust settled, a shadow slipped silently behind Fang Jueming.
A dagger pressed against his throat.
Fang Jueming sensed the danger—his pupils contracted.
When did he get behind me?!
“Heh. Kid, say goodbye.”
The short youth grinned savagely, slashing the blade across Fang Jueming’s neck.
Screech!
Sparks flew.
Short Youth: “?!”
THUD!
Before he could react, Fang Jueming’s elbow smashed into his face!
A sickening crack echoed as the short youth flew backward like a cannonball!
“Kid, you alright?” Hongtian trotted over, concerned.
“A human’s throat is fragile as hell. Back in my day, I always went for the throat—one hit, instant kill.”
“I-I’m fine.”
Fang Jueming touched his neck, still shaken.
There were scratches, and blood seeped from the cut, but it wasn’t fatal.
At the last moment, he had channeled the power from the injected serum, concentrating it around his neck to block the strike.
But his control over this energy was still unrefined.
If he mastered it completely, Fang Jueming believed he wouldn’t even have been scratched.
Old Hei wiped blood from his lips and staggered up.
The short youth’s face was caved in, his features grotesquely twisted.
“Old Huang, you still alive?!” Old Hei called out.
The short youth wobbled to his feet, wiping blood from his face, his expression murderous. “Old Hei, let’s team up and butcher him!”
“Deal!”
As Old Hei spoke, his head morphed into the hideous snout of a crocodile!
A jet of water blasted toward Fang Jueming!
“Kid, heads up!” Hongtian bolted again.
Fang Jueming’s eyes sharpened. His arm muscles tensed as power gathered in his fist.
BOOM!
The water cannon exploded under the force of his punch!
Meanwhile, the short youth lunged at him with a knife.
“DIE!” he shrieked.
Fang Jueming met him with another punch.
Golden light flickered around his fist—it sent the knife flying and punched straight through the short youth’s chest!
Blood dripped steadily.
The short youth stared at the gaping hole in his torso, his eyes dimming.
“Old Hei… run…”
With his last strength, he glanced at his “brother.”
But Old Hei was already sprinting away, barely a speck in the distance.
Short Youth: “…”
Screw brotherhood.
His body collapsed, transforming into a two-meter-long giant yellow weasel.
Watching the crocodile-headed Old Hei flee, Fang Jueming shook his head—no catching up now.
Hongtian sauntered over, eyeing the weasel carcass. He extended an invitation: “Wanna eat?”
Fang Jueming’s lip twitched. “Uh… hard pass.”
Then I won’t hold back!
Hongtian’s dog claws precisely dug out a shimmering spirit core from the weasel’s skull and took a bite.
Buzz!
A yellow glow radiated from Hongtian’s body.
Then, his black fur flickered with light.
Hongtian’s canine form grew even larger, reaching a towering height of two meters!
His muscular frame was sleek and powerful, his jet-black fur wildly dancing in the wind!
At this moment, he no longer resembled a dog—more like a giant wolf!
His single crimson eye gleamed with even fiercer bloodlust.
Not bad, not bad. My strength has finally recovered a tiny bit!
Hongtian grinned, his snow-white fangs looking particularly menacing.
Fang Jueming was stunned.
He already knew this smoking dog wasn’t ordinary, but he hadn’t expected such overwhelming presence.
The glow flickered again.
Hongtian’s body shrank back to its original lazy, scruffy mutt form.
Can’t be too flashy in the human world. This form will do for now.
Wagging his tail, Hongtian called out to Fang Jueming: "What are you standing around for? Let’s go check if your master’s still alive."
"Uh, right."
Fang Jueming hurried after him.
"The bond between friends is higher than the heavens, vaster than the earth! Those days, we’ll surely remember—"
Old Hei sprinted while wailing loudly, mourning his fallen comrade, Old Huang.
"Don’t blame me, brother. I really couldn’t win. If one of us had to die, better me than both, right? You’d have wanted it this way too..."
Muttering guiltily, Old Hei suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Ahead, a handsome young man blocked his path.
"It’s you!"
Old Hei glared furiously at An Yi.
This was the guy who had shattered one of his fangs with a single kick earlier!
An Yi grinned. "Hey, we meet again."
"How did you find me?" Old Hei asked coldly.
"You’ve been howling the whole way here," An Yi reminded him, smirking.
Truthfully, the singing had made tracking easy.
But even without it, he had over a hundred ways to hunt down this crocodile!
Old Hei:
Speechless!
Time to fight!
Old Hei’s clothes burst apart as his body transformed into a massive crocodile.
Standing five to six meters tall, with a body and tail stretching dozens of meters long!
His dark brown scales shimmered under the sunlight, and his pitch-black tail was lined with terrifying spikes!
"A third-tier demon beast—Blacktail Crocodile. Not bad at all!"
An Yi sneered, flicking his wrist as a black longsword materialized in his grip.
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