Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 472 Rapid Evolution

Fighting is fun.

Getting beaten up is unpleasant.

It feels so good to charge in.

I was blocked, which is annoying.

"Rean!!"

When Rean was woken up again, there was nothing in front of him.

His bewildered eyes were bloodshot, and blood dripped down, turning into tear stains, while the tips of his hands were completely stained red.

The ground beneath my feet was littered with corpses, and behind me lay the shattered remains of my prey.

Have I lost control again?

Rean sighed and subconsciously sat down cross-legged, just like Wu did every time he lost control.

While being possessed by a heroic spirit brings immense combat power, fighting skills, and fighting instincts, it also brings some bad habits to the spirit. If Wu is having a good time, he will go berserk.

Rean was much weaker than him, but at least he could apply the brakes and not kill indiscriminately indiscriminately.

"Seriously, when you're having a blast killing, you just can't stop." This feeling of exhilaration is completely different from the battles I fought as a knight before.

"I can hear the sound of flesh tearing, and I can feel the texture of shattered flesh on my fingertips. Good heavens, Wu is seriously ill."

Paladins do not crave bloodshed; in fact, most monks are averse to killing. The problem lies with someone.

He simply couldn't resist the joy and madness of the battle, the exhilarating thrill of his blood boiling, and the stimulating sensation of swords and sharp teeth right next to his ear.

Perhaps Wu's so-called salvation lies in indulging in bloodshed and slaughter, forgetting all his troubles.

"But in hindsight, it was just a temporary escape; the pain only intensifies after the initial shock."

Rean sighed. The mere addiction to killing was a minor problem; the tragedies that resulted were the real trouble.
[Deduct 1% from satisfaction rating]

Here we go again, another way for heroic spirits to express their discontent.

Synchronization rate increased by 2%

But some things are quite honest. Rean is indeed getting closer and closer to Wu. He feels that recently, not only have his desires become stronger, but his aggression has also increased.

"Uh, it seems I've accidentally overdrawn my funds."

A wave of weakness washed over me, and after my initial excitement faded, I realized how bad my condition was. But after a couple of breaths, I naturally recovered a lot.

In a sense, Rean, who possesses both "Deer Heart" and "Hyperion Bloodline," is similar to Khal Drogo, both being monsters with overflowing life regeneration.

At least at the current level of consumption, it's impossible to see the difference between them.

Only the big cat, Talia, with her hood up, was panting heavily and completely unable to move.

She is a true mortal, and she really had a tough day today.

"Is that enough for today? Since we're out here, let's save some energy. There might be even more rigorous training after midnight tonight. Wu will probably be getting serious."

Rean looked around and said with a smile.

This time, they've probably really found a treasure.

The little centaur girl behind her was also panting heavily, slowly moving forward step by step, but she still managed to keep up.

She was also carrying a mountain of luggage, including tents, camping equipment, and other large items that should have been carried separately. It was tough, and she almost fell behind several times.
That stamina and physical strength is one thing, but centaurs only care about that. However, there are many monsters along the way, and various burrowing worms and wall-climbing monsters will not avoid the lady.

To be precise, these natural hunters are instinctively drawn to attack the weakest member of the group.

However, she always avoided it with ease, and every time Rean tried to make a move, she subconsciously evaded him.

"Was it a realization? Was it experience? No, it felt like a pure survival instinct."

Unfortunately, the Heroic Spirit Compendium can only record the racial talents of Rean himself and the candidates, because they are linked by their souls, but it cannot observe the talents and attributes of these outsiders.

This girl must have a similar talent for "danger avoidance," which may explain why she has been able to survive as a porter until now.

But unlike her swift and steady father, her movements were explosive, like a galloping horse, always ready to unleash her full power.

This is not a good assessment, especially on the battlefield, where such "recklessness" can easily be fatal.

But from another perspective, the fact that she's managed to survive this long with those clumsy, straight steps suggests she might have glimpsed the future just seconds from now. "If it were an observation-based ability, it couldn't be kept on all the time; it'd probably be finished by now. It's more like a crisis perception ability, or even automatic avoidance."

Rean was a little curious and planned to talk to Sallyman and the others later to ask them to help him practice.

Who knows, we might actually discover a talented person.
"Phew." But the bloodshot eyes and the suppressed desire gave Rean a slight sense of awe.

"A bloodlust factor?"

Perhaps this guy is good material for a barbarian.

Barbarians are a branch of warriors, and can also be seen as their prototype. It is an identity, a profession, and a bloodline factor. Orc berserkers and beast-like barbarians are the reason why their race can stand at the pinnacle of their race.

The bloodlust hidden deep within their bloodline is released, making them fight like wild beasts. A group of bloodthirsty berserkers and barbarians are enough to destroy everything, especially themselves. Although it is very labor-intensive, the low cost is the biggest advantage.

This is a profession that doesn't require much training; in a sense, you can keep improving simply by indulging your instincts. Of course, this only applies to beastmen.

However, the bestial power gained from playing this game is very dangerous. You will either lose control and die on the battlefield, or you will become completely alienated and lose your intelligence. You are also easily tempted by "beasts," which is why this profession is becoming less and less common.

"Maybe I could try."

Felipe, who had stopped, suddenly spoke up.

"call!"

Felipe suddenly gasped for breath, creating a vacuum around him.

The powerful aura, surrounding itself, transformed into a tangible armor.

It was a "storm" that swirled around the limbs, but it was also a tangible manifestation of bodily instinct.

Wild beasts are born to fight.

Felipe has mastered his new "teeth and claws".

"He...advanced?" Fijie was a little confused. How could her father have become so much stronger so obviously all of a sudden?

Could it be true, as he said before, that advancing to the next level is such an easy thing, and that I've been stuck for so long simply because my talent is too poor?

"no."

Figel breathed a sigh of relief. So did Talia over there.

But Rean had mixed feelings; it was better not to say certain things.

"This is not just a simple matter of advancing; it's about finding one's own path, and it seems that only he can walk it. This kind of use of Qi as if it were a vegetable, and treating it as a materialized weapon gauntlet to surround one's body, even high-level martial monks don't play like this."

Just as a barbarian can advance by unleashing his nature, a monk like Felipe can advance with virtually no difficulty. His awakened fighting instincts provide him with a crude yet powerful fighting style.

"boom!"

From this moment on, Felipe no longer needed to dodge; his materialized air armor directly smashed through the rock wall.

The insect-like ambush creatures hiding behind them didn't even have a chance to make a move before they were turned into pieces of minced meat.

After thinking it over, Rean finally spoke up.

"Come here for a moment, let me explain the combat logic and key techniques of this style."

Since the goal is to select candidates for the heroic spirits and pass on their power, even if Felipe can figure it out on his own, Rean is curious about what kind of monsters this combat strategy will lead to.

If it were someone else, the profound mystery of the "breathing hole"—that is, "injecting a large amount of air into the other person's body, assimilating them, and then tearing them apart"—would be impossible to cultivate.

However, Felipe's Qi is almost limitless, and his recovery ability is extremely terrifying. It seems that he can actually forcefully learn and imitate it even without any mental or spiritual abilities.

"Talia, you should try it too. Wu also used the power of shadow to employ this combat technique, injecting shadow into the opponent's body to unleash an internal burst."

Meanwhile, Felipe had entered a meditative state. The aura around him was constantly boiling, suggesting that his professional level was completely unimportant to him. The intensity of the aura around him was already quite terrifying.

All he needs is some ideas and guidance. Even if he acquires Wu's legacy, it will probably only save him some time. And these things seem to be entirely manageable through verbal instruction.

"Snapped!"

The broken stones around Felipe indicate that he has found his way.

Shaking his head, Rean also began his own meditation and reflection, determined not to lose to his junior brothers and sisters.

(End of this chapter)