Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Magnolia year 9962.

Deep within the Monster Mountains.

Ancient trees reach for the sky here.

The enormous canopy of the tree blocked out the sky.

Sunlight could only filter through the gaps like scattered gold, creating a mottled and fragmented effect.

"boom!"

A loud bang startled birds within a hundred miles into flight.

An ancient tree that requires three people to encircle was snapped in half by a collision.

A massive black shadow flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater.

It stands tens of meters tall, resembling a moving small mountain.

Its jet-black fur was adorned with eerie purple patterns, exuding a chilling aura of darkness.

A level nine magical beast, the Purple-striped Black Bear.

now.

The purple-striped black bear, however, looked utterly disheveled.

Its thick, prized fur was torn open with a huge gash, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding grass red.

It roared angrily, struggling to get up, its eyes filled with savagery and resentment.

And on the opposite side.

A young human, shirtless, stood silently.

He was tall and well-proportioned, and did not appear particularly robust.

But every muscle line is as perfect as a sculpture, full of explosive power.

His short, black hair was messy, and his eyes were calm as water, yet unfathomable.

It was Raven.

Two years have passed.

At eighteen, Raven had shed his youthful naiveté, and his brows now held a newfound composure and sternness.

He casually flicked the heavy sword in his hand, and a drop of purplish-black beast blood slid off the blade.

"roar--!"

The purple-striped black bear roared again.

A ball of pitch-black light condensed in its mouth, and the surrounding light seemed to be swallowed by this darkness.

Dark magic, level nine – Dark Blast!

Raven neither dodged nor evaded.

He didn't even make a gesture of raising his sword to defend himself.

Just watching.

Just as the black orb of light was about to strike him.

Raven moved.

He vanished in an instant, leaving only a blur.

next moment.

Raven appeared on top of the purple-striped black bear's head.

The greatsword in his hand had no fancy techniques; it was just a simple downward slash.

But this seemingly simple sword strike gives people an extremely strange feeling.

It was as if it weren't a heavy sword weighing hundreds of pounds, but a light, fluttering feather.

Lift weights lightly.

The mark of a level nine warrior!

"Pfft!"

The greatsword sliced ​​through the hard skull of the purple-striped black bear without any resistance, as smoothly as cutting tofu.

The massive bear's body stiffened abruptly, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The dark explosion that was still gathering instantly dissipated.

He landed and sheathed his sword.

The movements were fluid and graceful, without a single unnecessary element.

"call……"

Raven gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

This purple-striped black bear is much stronger than the velociraptor we encountered two years ago.

But even now, they are still not enough to compare to him.

Skilled at skinning, bleeding, and cutting.

Half an hour later.

The familiar campfire was lit once again.

But this time...

The meat roasting over the fire is the finest breast meat from the level nine magical beast, the Purple-Striped Black Bear.

Raven sat on a rock, poking at the fire with a stick in his hand.

The firelight shone on his face, flickering between light and shadow.

unconsciously.

It has been two years since I entered the Monster Mountain Range.

For ordinary people, these past two years may have been just a fleeting moment in their lives.

But for Raven, those two years were a transformative one.

He glanced at the back of his left hand.

The once bright red birthmark has now turned dark red.

The pattern of that hideous mouth became clearer and clearer, and you could even see the fine fangs inside.

Raven himself has also undergone significant changes.

A physical body at the peak of level nine.

Peak level nine battle qi.

This is the gift that the birthmark brought to Raven.

Every meal is an evolution.

……

The aroma of roasted meat gradually filled the air.

The meat of the purple-striped black bear is extremely rich in energy.

Raven tore off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew.

The meat juices were overflowing.

The unique taste made Raven squint his eyes in enjoyment.

With swallowing.

A huge surge of heat rushed into my stomach.

Raven waited.

He was waiting for that familiar suction, waiting for the birthmark to plunder him once more.

however.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

The heat in my stomach was indeed spreading; that was the body naturally absorbing nutrients.

But that's about it.

That greedy birthmark remained completely still.

Raven frowned.

He tore off an even bigger piece of meat and wolfed it down into his mouth.

Eat some more.

Keep eating.

Until Raven ate the entire piece of breast meat, which weighed several dozen kilograms, clean.

The birthmark remains unchanged.

Apart from a feeling of fullness in my stomach.

The birthmark was like it was dead, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Raven sighed and threw the bone in his hand into the fire.

"It's stuck."

This feeling is not unfamiliar.

Since his physical body and battle qi both reached the peak of level nine.

This is where the situation arises.

It's like a bottle filled with water; if you pour more in, it will only overflow.

No matter how much high-level monster meat he ate, the birthmark no longer provided that pure strengthening energy.

unless……

Raven glanced down at the white marks on his arm.

That was from when the purple-striped black bear swatted at me during the battle, as it was about to die.

next second.

My left hand felt slightly warm.

A very subtle warm current emanated from the birthmark and flowed over the white mark.

In the blink of an eye.

The white marks disappeared, and the skin became smooth and clear again.

"I only move when I'm injured or extremely tired."

Raven shook his head helplessly.

He certainly understood what was going on.

bottleneck.

The bottleneck from level nine to the Saintly Realm.

In the world of Panlong, warriors cannot enter the Holy Realm simply by accumulating battle qi and physical strength.

One must grasp the concept of "momentum".

The power of heaven and earth.

Only by borrowing the power of heaven and earth can one break through the limits of mortals, possess infinite lifespan, and transcend the void.

otherwise.

Even if Raven devoured the entire Monster Mountain Range and trained his body to be harder than a divine artifact, he would still only be a level nine warrior.

but.

What exactly is "momentum"?

This thing is incredibly mysterious.

It doesn't seem like effortless mastery.

His father, Doug Bartley, was a Level 9 warrior.

Although Doug did not grasp the concept of "momentum," he immersed himself in the realm of "effortless mastery" for many years.

Raven was influenced by his surroundings from a young age.

In addition, there are the lessons learned from life-and-death battles over the past two years.

Raven mastered the art of "effortless mastery" without much effort.

That sword strike just now is proof of that.

The heavy sword, weighing over a thousand pounds, felt as light as a feather in Raven's hands.

This is not only a manifestation of power, but also a state of masterful control over power.

But this is not enough.

Old Man Doug has been stuck at the peak of level nine for over a decade and still hasn't reached the threshold of the Saint Realm.

This shows that you can't develop "momentum" just by practicing.

Raven lay on the rock, his hands behind his head, looking at the dappled shadows of the trees overhead.

"Momentum..."

He muttered to himself.

The book says that we should appreciate nature and let our hearts merge with the universe.

That's easy for you to say.

For the past two years, he has been living in these deep mountains and forests every day, keeping company with wild animals and plants, but he has not felt any sense of integration with nature.

On the contrary, he mastered the barbecue technique.

"Am I supposed to become a bard, reciting poems to the mountains and rivers every day?"

Raven chuckled self-deprecatingly.

This is clearly not in line with his style.

His path was forged through eating and killing.

If you can't understand...

Is this all there is to my life?

No.

Raven's eyes narrowed.

He didn't come into this world to be a useless person.