Weird Survival: I can devour thousands of talents

Chapter 186 Chapter 185: Don’t order yet! Please don’t order yet!
【【【【Don’t order yet! 】】】】

Night fell, the stars were sparse, and moonlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, casting a shadow over the desolate mountaintop. Ling Xiao's heartbeat was steady and powerful in his chest, each beat a reminder that the upcoming battle would be the most difficult test of his life.

He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the scent of earth and grass, with a subtle hint of blood. This was the prelude to battle, a symphony of life and death. Ling Xiao closed his eyes, sharpening his senses. He could hear the rustling of leaves in the distance and feel the slight vibration of the ground—the heavy footsteps of the monster.

He slowly opened his eyes, and within them, the outline of a monster emerged. It slowly emerged from the shadows of the forest, its body as massive as a mountain, its skin like ancient rock, covered in the marks of time. Its eyes, like two burning embers, radiated a faint green light, revealing an endless cruelty and cunning.

Ling Xiao gripped the longsword tightly, the lines on the hilt fitting perfectly into his palm. This had been his companion for years, witnessing countless victories and defeats. He could feel the power contained within the sword, the sword intent imparted to him by his master, the resonance of his will and the sword.

The monster let out a deafening roar, echoing through the valley like thunder. It took a step, shaking the ground. Each step felt like an earthquake, and Ling Xiao's heartbeat quickened. He knew this battle wasn't just a contest of strength, but also a test of wisdom and courage.

Ling Xiao began to move, his steps light and swift, like a cheetah in the mountains, each leap imbued with power and grace. He scurried around the monster, searching for the perfect moment to strike. Though enormous, the monster's movements were remarkably agile, its tail like a giant whip, each swing accompanied by a piercing sound.

Ling Xiao nimbly dodged the monster's attacks. His sword flashed like a meteor across the night sky, each swing carrying a sharp resounding sound. His target was the monster's eyes, its only weak spot. But the monster seemed aware of this, its eyes flickering constantly during the fight, dodging Ling Xiao's blade.

The battle lasted for a long time, Ling Xiao's physical strength gradually depleted, his breathing became rapid, and sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the dry ground. But his will became more and more resolute. He knew that as long as he had breath, he could not give up.

Finally, during a fierce clash, Ling Xiao found his opportunity. The monster's tail swung in vain, its body momentarily stiffening. Without hesitation, Ling Xiao shot forward like an arrow, aiming for the monster's face. His sword pointed directly at the monster's left eye; that was his only chance.

A flash of sword light splattered blood. Ling Xiao's sword pierced the monster's eye, piercing deep into its brain. The monster let out a shrill scream, shaking the entire mountaintop. Its massive body began to sway, and finally collapsed to the ground with a thunderous thud, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Ling Xiao stood there, panting heavily, the tip of his sword dripping with the monster's blood. He looked up at the night sky; the stars were still twinkling, as if celebrating his victory. But he knew this was only the beginning; his journey was far from over.

Night fell, the stars were sparse, and moonlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, casting a shadow over the desolate mountaintop. Ling Xiao's heartbeat was steady and powerful in his chest, each beat a reminder that the upcoming battle would be the most difficult test of his life.

He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the scent of earth and grass, with a subtle hint of blood. This was the prelude to battle, a symphony of life and death. Ling Xiao closed his eyes, sharpening his senses. He could hear the rustling of leaves in the distance and feel the slight vibration of the ground—the heavy footsteps of the monster.

He slowly opened his eyes, and within them, the outline of a monster emerged. It slowly emerged from the shadows of the forest, its body as massive as a mountain, its skin like ancient rock, covered in the marks of time. Its eyes, like two burning embers, radiated a faint green light, revealing an endless cruelty and cunning.

Ling Xiao gripped the longsword tightly, the lines on the hilt fitting perfectly into his palm. This had been his companion for years, witnessing countless victories and defeats. He could feel the power contained within the sword, the sword intent imparted to him by his master, the resonance of his will and the sword.

The monster let out a deafening roar, echoing through the valley like thunder. It took a step, shaking the ground. Each step felt like an earthquake, and Ling Xiao's heartbeat quickened. He knew this battle wasn't just a contest of strength, but also a test of wisdom and courage.

Ling Xiao began to move, his steps light and swift, like a cheetah in the forest, each leap imbued with power and grace. He scurried around the monster, searching for the perfect moment to strike. Though enormous, the monster's movements were remarkably agile. Its tail was like a giant whip, each swing amplifying the crack of air. Ling Xiao nimbly dodged the monster's attacks, his sword flashing like a meteor across the night sky, each swing carrying a sharp resounding piercing sound. His target was the monster's eye, its only weak spot. But the monster seemed to realize this, its eyes flickering constantly as the fight progressed, dodging Ling Xiao's blade.

The battle lasted for a long time, Ling Xiao's physical strength gradually depleted, his breathing became rapid, and sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the dry ground. But his will became more and more resolute. He knew that as long as he had breath, he could not give up.

Finally, during a fierce clash, Ling Xiao found his opportunity. The monster's tail swung in vain, its body momentarily stiffening. Without hesitation, Ling Xiao shot forward like an arrow, aiming for the monster's face. His sword pointed directly at the monster's left eye; that was his only chance.

A flash of sword light splattered blood. Ling Xiao's sword pierced the monster's eye, piercing deep into its brain. The monster let out a shrill scream, shaking the entire mountaintop. Its massive body began to sway, and finally collapsed to the ground with a thunderous thud, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Ling Xiao stood there, panting heavily, the tip of his sword dripping with the monster's blood. He looked up at the night sky; the stars were still twinkling, as if celebrating his victory. But he knew this was only the beginning; his journey was far from over.

He turned around, ready to leave the battlefield, but just then, he heard a noise behind him. He turned back sharply and saw the monster's body begin to emit a strange light. The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually forming a ball of light that slowly rose into the sky.

Ling Xiao felt a surge of foreboding. He gripped his sword tightly, bracing himself for any new threat. The ball of light exploded in the air, disintegrating into countless points of light that fell like a meteor shower. These points of light unexpectedly coalesced and formed into small monsters, their eyes also emitting a faint green light.

Ling Xiao's expression grew solemn. He knew this battle was far more complex than he had imagined. He took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and prepared for the next round of challenges.

Ling Xiao wore a black battle robe, wielding a cyan sword. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He exuded a sacred and majestic aura, like a supreme immortal descended to earth. He gazed down at the monster before him, his gaze filled with a chilling threat. The atmosphere suddenly grew silent, his aura overwhelming the entire battlefield. In this battle, Ling Xiao's position was unquestionable. He was the leader, the ruler of this land, an elder in the eyes of all. He held the status of a king, the master of this world. This monster, in Ling Xiao's eyes and in the eyes of everyone else, was nothing more than insignificant scum. Its status was like dust, insignificant. Ling Xiao's imposing presence and majesty made the monster feel dwarfed. Ling Xiao grasped the longsword, its blade radiating a powerful divine light, its edge as sharp as thunder. He leaped, like a dragon, and pounced upon the monster with lightning speed. His swordsmanship dimmed like the sun, moon, and stars; his footwork was like a golden crow soaring through the sky; his moves were like the graceful dance of a unicorn; his attacks were like thunderous explosions. Every swing of his sword evoked a vast aura, as if the mountains, seas, and earth trembled beneath his blade. His battle with the monster was like a vast cosmic battle, shaking the very heavens. Ling Xiao's sword moves, with their overwhelming power, made the monster feel an unprecedented danger. It was terrified, awed, and trembling, as if it were on the brink of death. Ling Xiao's cultivation had elevated his spiritual essence to a state of ultimate yang, pure and holy, flawless and crystal clear, as pure as sunlight. His moves combined the power of his ancestral religious beliefs with the supreme Dao of Taoism, deriving from the fundamental force of the universe. The monster's strength was like a pile of sand, feeble and insignificant before Ling Xiao. No matter how fiercely it raged, it could not shake Ling Xiao's majesty and power. Ling Xiao pinned the monster deep beneath his feet, like a captive beast. The spectacle of this battle was utterly turbulent. Ling Xiao's sword strikes were like mighty ocean waves, each strike shaking the entire sky battlefield. The monsters' attacks surged forth like a devastating rout, seemingly consuming everything. Ling Xiao and the monsters' standoff stretched beyond a fraction of a second, like the cycle of an age. Their confrontation was vast and timeless, like an ancient legend, blending the powers of immortals, demons, Confucianism, and Buddhism. People couldn't help but sweat for Ling Xiao; he was their hero, one of the heroes of the battle. No matter what foe he faced, he triumphed over all dangers with his boundless courage and wisdom. Ling Xiao's battles were a miracle of magic and divine power, unfolding unexpectedly and in an endless variety of ways. His moves seemed to usher in a new era, while the monsters' struggles signaled the end. In the end, Ling Xiao dominated the battlefield, vanquished and suppressed by him, unable to escape his grasp. His victory was jaw-dropping, unbelievable, like witnessing the rise of an ancient myth. Ling Xiao's power is so immense that it inspires both peace and awe. His victory is filled with glory and wisdom, highlighting his ordinariness and greatness. The depiction of this battle is filled with passion and excitement, each action imbued with the tense atmosphere between the combatants. Ling Xiao's demeanor and movements convey his majesty and determination, while the monster's struggle exudes a sense of danger. The entire battle unfolds like a stirring heroic tale, both Ling Xiao's strength and the monster's might filled with boundless awe. Their confrontation is captivating, like a magnificent dance. In this battle, Ling Xiao, with a resolute and resolute stance, inevitably charges towards danger. His combat movements are turbulent and violent, like a storm of extreme speed and intensity, stunning all who witness them. Every move of Ling Xiao is imbued with immense power, every attack unleashing immeasurable destructive force. His blade sweeps across everything, shattering all forms, crushing everything with impenetrable force. His swordsmanship, like a raging storm, shatters all obstacles and crushes the monsters. The magnitude of this battle surpassed everyone's imagination. It was more than just a personal battle, but a legend of an age. It unfolded over the course of a generation or two, impacting the lives of a vast region. Ling Xiao's confrontation with the monster seemed a chaotic mess, yet it was brimming with the people's desire for glory and victory. Ultimately, their battle ended with Ling Xiao's victory, the monster utterly defeated. The atmosphere of the battlefield grew serene and solemn, as if behind Ling Xiao, a crowd silently awaited their hero's triumph. Filled with endless fascination and reverence for Ling Xiao, they gazed upon him in astonishment, as if witnessing the birth of a legend. After this battle, Ling Xiao's name would be etched in history, an object of reverence and devotion. His strength and victory would remain forever in people's memory, like an immortal mark.

He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the scent of earth and grass, with a subtle hint of blood. This was the prelude to battle, a symphony of life and death. Ling Xiao closed his eyes, sharpening his senses. He could hear the rustling of leaves in the distance and feel the slight vibration of the ground—the heavy footsteps of the monster.

He slowly opened his eyes, and within them, the outline of a monster emerged. It slowly emerged from the shadows of the forest, its body as massive as a mountain, its skin like ancient rock, covered in the marks of time. Its eyes, like two burning embers, radiated a faint green light, revealing an endless cruelty and cunning.

Ling Xiao gripped the longsword tightly, the lines on the hilt fitting perfectly into his palm. This had been his companion for years, witnessing countless victories and defeats. He could feel the power contained within the sword, the sword intent imparted to him by his master, the resonance of his will and the sword.

The monster let out a deafening roar, echoing through the valley like thunder. It took a step, shaking the ground. Each step felt like an earthquake, and Ling Xiao's heartbeat quickened. He knew this battle wasn't just a contest of strength, but also a test of wisdom and courage.

Ling Xiao began to move, his steps light and swift, like a cheetah in the mountains, each leap imbued with power and grace. He scurried around the monster, searching for the perfect moment to strike. Though enormous, the monster's movements were remarkably agile, its tail like a giant whip, each swing accompanied by a piercing sound.

(End of this chapter)