Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

Chapter 195, Section 194: Don't order yet!

Ling Xiao stood at the entrance of the underground cavern. A cold wind blew out from the deep opening, carrying the damp, earthy smell. He tightened his leather armor, the torch in his hand flickering in the wind, casting leaping shadows. This was an unknown metallic cavern, rumored to contain rich metal deposits, but also fraught with countless dangers. Ling Xiao took a deep breath, adjusted the backpack on his back, which contained essential survival supplies and some simple digging tools. He knew that this expedition might change his fate, or it might condemn him to eternal darkness.

His footsteps echoed through the rugged passage, each step cautious so as not to disturb any lurking monsters. The walls of the cave were inlaid with various metallic ores, shimmering faintly, adding a touch of mystery to the deep passage. Ling Xiao's gaze swept over these ores, a surge of excitement rising within him. If he could safely bring these ores back to the surface, it would be enough to make him a wealthy merchant.

However, as they ventured deeper into the cavern, the tension in the air grew increasingly palpable. Ling Xiao felt a sense of oppression, as if something was lurking in the shadows, watching him intently. He gripped his sword tightly; the runes carved on the hilt appeared particularly eerie in the firelight. This was an ancient sword passed down through his family, said to enhance sword energy and combat evil.

Suddenly, a deep roar came from not far away, shaking the entire cavern. Ling Xiao stopped, listened intently, his heart pounding. He knew the owner of that voice was no friendly being. He quickly extinguished his torch, blending into the darkness, leaving only a pair of wary eyes gleaming in the shadows.

The monster's aura drew ever closer, and Ling Xiao sensed an intense killing intent. He held his breath, his sword-wielding hand sweating. Suddenly, a massive black shadow burst forth from the darkness, bringing with it a storm of blood and gore, hurtling straight at Ling Xiao. It was a metal-attribute cave beast, its skin as hard as iron, its eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Xiao's body exploded with astonishing speed in an instant, dodging the cave beast's charge. His movements were fluid and precise, each sword strike aimed at the cave beast's joints, attempting to find its weakness. However, the cave beast's strength far exceeded his expectations, and each collision left his arm numb.

The battle raged on for a long time, and Ling Xiao's stamina was rapidly depleting, but his will grew ever stronger. He knew that only by defeating this monster could he continue. In a fierce clash, Ling Xiao discovered the cave beast's weakness—its eyes. It was its only Achilles' heel, and his only chance.

He concentrated all his strength and thrust his sword into the cave beast's eye. The sword tip scraped against its metallic skin, producing a piercing sound. The cave beast roared in pain and struggled frantically. Ling Xiao did not back down; he used all his remaining strength to plunge the sword even deeper. Finally, the cave beast fell, its body gradually stiffening, and the ferocious light in its eyes slowly fading.

Ling Xiao, panting heavily, leaned against the wall, feeling the exhaustion after the battle.

Ling Xiao stood beside the corpse of the cave beast, panting heavily, his sword dripping with the monster's blood. His gaze shifted from the corpse to his surroundings; the torchlight flickered on the walls, illuminating patches of strange metallic ore. He knew this battle was only the beginning; the secrets of the cave were far deeper than he had imagined.

He carefully bypassed the carcass of the cave beast and continued deeper into the cave. The passage became narrower, and the metallic ores on the walls became more abundant, shimmering with an eerie light. Ling Xiao's heart pounded with each step he took deeper; he felt an ancient and mysterious power beckoning him.

Suddenly, he stopped. On the wall ahead, he saw a blurry mural. It depicted strange symbols and patterns, seemingly telling an ancient story. Ling Xiao leaned closer, his fingers gently touching the mural, feeling the texture of the lines.

In the mural, a colossal metal giant stands on a barren land, holding a gleaming sword. Around the giant are various monsters, some kneeling in worship, others fleeing in terror. Ling Xiao felt a strange sense of awe; he sensed a certain power contained within the mural.

He continued following the murals' guidance, the passage gradually widening until he arrived at a vast underground space. It was a huge cavern with a metal altar in the center, engraved with the same symbols as those in the murals.

Ling Xiao approached the altar, his heart nearly stopping. On the altar lay an ancient book, its cover inlaid with a strange metal that emitted a faint glow. He reached out a trembling hand and slowly turned the pages. The writing was ancient and mysterious; though he couldn't understand it, he could sense the power it contained.

Just then, a powerful force surged from the book, enveloping Ling Xiao. He felt his body being pulled by an invisible force, and his consciousness began to blur. He tried to resist, but the force was too strong, and his body was involuntarily pulled towards the center of the altar.

Suddenly, a dazzling light rose from the altar, illuminating the entire cave. Ling Xiao felt his body enveloped by a warm power, and his consciousness gradually cleared. He opened his eyes and found himself standing in the center of the altar, the sword in his hand emitting a strange light.

He felt his body brimming with power, a power that seemed to merge with his very being. He knew this was the power of the Metal-type Cavern, the power bestowed upon him by the ancient book. He gripped his sword tightly, feeling the connection between it and himself, as if they had always been one.

Ling Xiao's footsteps echoed in the damp cavern, each step feeling exceptionally heavy. The sword in his hand emitted a faint glow—the power he had gained from the ancient ruins. It had not only enhanced his physique but also granted him the ability to sense danger. He knew this power would be key to his continued progress.

He traversed winding passage after passage, the metallic ores on the walls shimmering with an eerie light under the torchlight. Ling Xiao could sense the power contained within these ores; they resonated with the new power within him. He stopped, gently touching a piece of ore, closing his eyes, and feeling the flow of that power.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, a strong sense of crisis welling up from the depths of his heart. He retreated swiftly, his sword flashing instinctively, unleashing a burst of sword energy that struck the dark figure that lunged from the shadows. It was a metal-type monster, its body even harder than the previous cave beasts, its eyes gleaming with an even more ferocious light.

The battle between Ling Xiao and the monster unfolded in the narrow passage, each clash of sword and monster's body producing a crisp metallic clang. The monster's strength was astonishing, and each impact put immense pressure on Ling Xiao. But he did not back down; his swordsmanship became even more ferocious, each swing imbued with newly acquired power.

During the battle, Ling Xiao gradually adapted to the flow of his new power. He found that he could control his sword energy more precisely and even sense the monster's weaknesses. His gaze locked onto the monster's abdomen, where the metallic luster was dimmer than the other parts. He took a deep breath, concentrated all his strength, and thrust his sword into the monster's abdomen.

The sword tip pierced the monster's tough skin and penetrated its internal organs. The monster let out a painful roar, its body trembling violently. Ling Xiao did not hesitate; he swiftly drew his sword and swung it again, the sword energy striking the monster like a storm, utterly defeating it.

After the battle, Ling Xiao leaned against the wall, panting heavily. His body was covered in sweat, but his eyes shone with unwavering determination. He knew this battle was not only a test of his strength but also a tempering of his will. He stood up, wiped the blood from his sword, and continued onward.

Ling Xiao's heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat like a war drum pounding in his ears. He stood deep within the cave, the torchlight flickering on his resolute face, illuminating his hands gripping the hilt of his sword. Before him lay a dark, open space, the air thick with the chill of metal and the stench of monsters.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept across every corner of the surroundings. On the walls of the cave, metallic ores gleamed with an eerie light, as if whispering ancient secrets. Ling Xiao knew that every inch of this land might conceal danger, and every shadow might lurk a deadly enemy.

Suddenly, a deep roar shattered the silence of the cavern, echoing through the empty space and making Ling Xiao's heart tremble. He swiftly turned, his sword already drawn, the tip pointing towards the source of the sound. His eyes gleamed warily in the firelight, like a wild beast on the hunt.

From the darkness, a colossal metallic monster slowly emerged. Its body was composed of countless metal fragments, each gleaming with a sharp, cold light. The monster's eyes, like two burning embers, emitted a blazing red glow. Its steps were heavy and powerful, each one causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath. He could feel the oppressive aura emanating from the monster—the aura of power and death. He knew this would be a life-or-death struggle, and he had to give it his all.

The metal monster let out a deafening roar and charged forward with such speed that Ling Xiao's pupils contracted sharply. His body reacted instinctively, rolling to the side to avoid the monster's impact. The metal monster's claws grazed his cheek, creating a sharp gust of wind.

Ling Xiao didn't linger. He quickly stood up, his sword flashing through the air, each strike precisely hitting the monster's body. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the cave, sparks flying everywhere. Although the monster's body was tough, it still bore marks from Ling Xiao's sword.

The battle intensified, with Ling Xiao and the metal monster locked in a life-or-death struggle within the underground cavern. Ling Xiao's swordsmanship grew ever more ferocious, each swing imbued with newly acquired power. His body became light and agile in the fight, each dodge as graceful as a dance.

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Although the metal monster was powerful, it began to tire under Ling Xiao's continuous attacks. Its attacks became slower, and its movements were no longer as swift. Ling Xiao seized the opportunity and thrust his sword into the monster's chest, the tip piercing through the metal shell and reaching its core.

Ling Xiao's footsteps echoed softly in the deep, dark passages of the underground cave, each step seeming to be a dialogue with this ancient land. He gripped his spear tightly, its tip gleaming coldly in the torchlight. The air in the cave was thick with the damp, earthy scent, mixed with an indescribable sense of oppression. He knew that not only did unknown monsters lurk here, but countless traps awaited any unsuspecting explorer.

His gaze searched every corner of the passage, looking for any signs of potential traps. Moss and vines intertwined on the cave walls, and occasionally, droplets of water would fall from the stalactites overhead, making a crisp sound. Ling Xiao's ears keenly picked up on every tiny sound, and his heart pounded faster with each drop of water.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the ground ahead. There, a stone slab was slightly different in color from the others, with tiny cracks along its edges. Ling Xiao frowned; he knew this might be a pressure-triggered trap. He cautiously approached, gently touching the slab with the tip of his spear.

The stone slab sank slightly, and Ling Xiao quickly retreated, his spear held horizontally in front of his chest, ready to face any potential danger. Sure enough, as the slab sank, a mechanical sound rang out, and a volley of arrows suddenly shot out from the arrow holes in the wall. Ling Xiao's body moved through the passage like a phantom, his spear flashing as he deflected each incoming arrow.

After dodging the rain of arrows, Ling Xiao leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but his eyes gleamed with determination. He knew this was just one of countless traps in the underground cave, and he had to be even more careful.

He continued forward, each step more cautious than the last. The passage narrowed, and the vines on the walls grew denser. Ling Xiao's fingers gently touched the vines, feeling their texture and vitality. A sense of respect welled up within him; these plants, able to survive in such harsh conditions, demonstrated the tenacity of life.

Suddenly, his fingers touched a cold metal wire. His eyes narrowed; he immediately realized it was a trap. He quickly retreated, simultaneously using his spear to pick up a stone and throw it at the wire. The wire was triggered, and a stone slab in the wall suddenly opened, shooting out a stream of venom.

Ling Xiao reacted instantly, his spear plunging into the ground as he leaped into the air, dodging the spray of venom. A sense of relief washed over him; if he hadn't discovered the trap in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

He continued exploring the cavern, each time he dodged a trap, his nerves were on edge.

(End of this chapter)