Chapter 65 - 64: County Dignitary’s Invitation! Young Martial Artists Feast! (Please Follow)
"Sorry." Qi Yuan’s voice was somewhat low.
He really hadn’t expected this trip into the mountains to be so fraught with difficulties.
It was one thing to spend days without a trace of the Mutant Beast.
But when they finally encountered it today, they almost fell into a life-and-death situation.
In this dense fog, what use were they, Martial Artists who could only rely on their fists and feet to capture their prey?
"Once we get back, I’ll ask Master how to train my eyesight better. In these mountains, insufficient eyesight is a big disadvantage."
"I need to practice with weapons too. If my eyesight and archery skills were superior, and I could hit that red-haired creature with one arrow, together we should have been able to take it down." Summarizing the gains and losses of this expedition, Qi Yuan spoke again.
"We’re still too weak."
Jiang Shu murmured. This was the first time he felt powerless since solving the mystery in his mother’s womb. Living in the Xia Country, he may not have had the best life, but at the very least, he truly enjoyed peace. And in Pingling County, despite the three giants—the county government, the prominent families, and the gangs—oppression was prevalent, yet as long as you swallowed your humiliation, you could still scrape by. But it’s different in these mountains. If you’re not strong enough, death is the only outcome. He couldn’t even handle a small Mutant Beast. What about a larger Mutant Beast? The Red Armored Tiger he had been eating for this period, what kind of existence was it? Clear Strength. Leather Realm. Still insufficient. Far from enough!
Stripping the iron skin from his iron staff bit by bit, Jiang Shu sat on a rock, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke again, "If the thick fog clears a bit by tomorrow morning, we’ll try tracking that red-haired creature again."
"A crafty rabbit has three burrows. Not to mention, this is a Mutant," Qi Yuan shook his head. "Let’s search the vicinity tomorrow. If the fog is still as thick, we’d better descend the mountain early. I always felt that this dense fog appeared quite strange."