Elven cultivators

The Melting Weapon Hand is an extremely powerful and yang palm technique that uses its yang palm force to destroy all weapons and melt metal.

If Anton hadn't held back, Roman's battle axe would have been reduced to a red-hot scrap metal long ago.

There is no ranking system in reality, and Anton has no idea what rank he has reached.

However, it is certain that now that he has refined a second primordial spiritual energy and mastered multiple martial arts techniques, his overall strength is definitely not inferior to that of a Black Iron rank cultivator.

Dealing with a white mid-lane opponent is naturally a piece of cake.

Roman searched his memory but couldn't recall ever hearing about the "Melting Hand" combat technique.

The Silvermoon Clan's combat skills are known for their agility and speed; they have never seen such domineering and fierce combat skills before.

"Who taught you this?" she couldn't help but ask.

Anton smiled slightly: "It's a secret."

Roman froze, then glared at him with wide eyes in anger.

Anton didn't care at all and said, "A bet's a bet, you have to do me a favor."

"......you say."

He was angry, but Roman was never one to be a sore loser.

She took a deep breath, hoisted the battle axe onto her shoulder, and looked ready to say, "I'll agree to anything you say."

"I need to leave the settlement later. If anyone asks, please try to cover for me."

Anton finally revealed his true colors.

Leaving Silvermoon Forest for a hunting trip would be too rushed and inefficient if it were a day trip.

However, if someone disappears for two or three days without explanation, they are likely to be discovered, and at that time, they will need someone to help cover for them.

This is also why he showed off his skills in front of Roman.

If I don't reassure Roman, she definitely won't agree to my request.

"Are you leaving the forest?"

Roman understood Anton's meaning and looked surprised, but he didn't object much.

After all, she herself is not a rule-abiding person, and she has been punished for breaking the rules more than once or twice.

Roman was more worried about Anton's safety than about breaking the rules, but then he remembered the power Anton had just displayed, and swallowed back the words he was about to say, his expression becoming very complicated.

She had always believed that she was very talented in the path of a warrior and had few rivals among her peers. However, she never expected that Anton was hiding his true strength. Not only did he possess the rare magical talent of a super-magical physique, but he also had overwhelming strength in combat skills.

He didn't even use any weapons; he defeated her with his bare hands.

Could this be the true genius the mentor was talking about?

"You're leaving the forest to go to... never mind, you probably won't tell me anyway."

Roman gave up asking further questions.

She knew Anton too well; if he didn't want to talk about something, there was no point in asking.

Anton smiled without saying a word, then pointed to the fingerprints on Roman's battle axe and said, "Remember to keep this a secret for me, including this one."

Roman pouted, but finally nodded and said, "Okay, okay, stop nagging."

"Thanks." Anton reached out and ruffled the girl's hair.

He believed Roman's promise; after so many years of childhood friendship, he still had that much trust.

Perhaps because he had just been defeated by Anton, Roman did not throw a tantrum or protest as usual. Instead, he appeared quite docile, allowing Anton to have his fill of fighting.

The girl's silvery-white hair was soft and smooth, carrying the scent of sunshine.

It feels amazing.

Coming to his senses, Roman grabbed his battle axe and hurried off to the training ground.

The defeat did not discourage her; instead, it fueled her even greater motivation. She was eager to intensify her training and improve her skills.

Anton watched Roman's figure disappear at the end of the tree-lined path, his eyes flickering slightly.

It's not the right time yet. We'll find a way to help Roman improve his skills when the time is right.

Turning his gaze away, Anton returned to the treehouse, took out a storage talisman, and stored the food, water, and other miscellaneous supplies he had prepared into the talisman.

The storage talisman is similar to many other storage artifacts, except that it's "easy to put things in but difficult to take them out."

You can keep putting things into the storage talisman until it's full, but once you start taking things out, the talisman's lifespan will start counting down. It will dissipate after one day, and then you'll have to replace it with a new one.

This is because the essence of crafting storage talismans is sealing, not actual storage.

Most seals, once broken, will disintegrate and cannot be restored.

"I wish I could craft my own storage artifacts someday."

Anton sighed, checked the supplies to make sure nothing was missing, then packed up his things and left the treehouse.

As Anton walked through the winding tree-lined corridor and responded to the greetings of the elves he encountered along the way, he behaved as usual, his expression unchanged.

Only after walking some distance from the settlement did he look around and, seeing that no one was around, immediately take out three talismans and stick them on his body.

Concealment Talisman, Escape Talisman, Lightness Talisman.

As the three talismans were activated in succession, Anton's figure gradually became ethereal and slowly disappeared into the air.

At the same time, his breath weakened to the point of being almost imperceptible, like a lifeless stone by the roadside.

After jumping around a few times, Anton felt much lighter, as if he had been relieved of some invisible burden, or as if he were being carried by the wind and could float away at any moment.

He smiled and used his Star Shift Step, his figure moving like lightning as he sped forward.

Star Shift Step is a movement-based martial art. It is inspired by the movement of stars and lightning. When executed, it makes the body as swift as a shooting star chasing the moon, faster than thunder, and lands silently, leaving no trace on the leaves.

With the added blessing of the Lightness Charm, Anton was now like a gentle breeze, swiftly and silently passing through the forest.

Wherever it passed, the fallen leaves remained unmoved, the grass and trees were undisturbed, only the slightest disturbance in the airflow was instantly swallowed up by the chirping of insects and birds in the forest.

Before long, he arrived at the area where the Sentinel Tree was located.

These revitalized trees are mostly dormant, like real trees, only waking up to perform their guard duties when they sense an invasion.

However, thanks to the elves' innate natural senses, Anton immediately noticed that they were different from ordinary trees.

He immediately slowed his pace and carefully passed through the slumbering sentinel trees to avoid waking them.

Fortunately, no accidents occurred until we passed through the area.

Anton breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the talisman was quite effective.

The subsequent activation of the thorny area was also a close call, and we passed it smoothly without any major incidents.

The final songbird was actually the easiest challenge.

Unlike the Sentinel Tree and the Living Thorn, these kingfishers rely on scent to detect other creatures.

With the help of the invisibility talisman, even if Anton swaggered past them, they remained completely unaware.

Before long, Anton arrived at the edge of Silvermoon Forest.

Crossing the forest boundary, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before me.

Countless gray-brown rocks undulate and stretch like the spine of a giant beast, extending all the way to the horizon.

The blazing sun hangs high, cutting the jagged rocks into sharp, contrasting edges, while distant peaks, like weapons left behind by ancient giants, silently pierce the sky.

There is no warm and vibrant forest here, only the roughness and desolation of weathering. Sparse drought-resistant thorns and moss grow in the cracks of the rocks, presenting a stubborn and almost ferocious vitality.

Anton took a deep breath. The air was dry and scorching, carrying the smell of dust and rust, the smell of exposed ore and sun-baked rocks.

The Thousand Rock Hills are rich in metal veins and coal seams, making it a true treasure trove. However, due to the presence of rock horned dragons and dragon beasts that inhabit the area, no one has dared to develop it for many years.

Only the most daring adventurers occasionally venture here to secretly collect some rare ores.