Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

Having tasted success, Yang Han continued to delve deeper.

Soon, a second ferocious beast at the early stage of the Meridian Opening realm appeared.

It was a Bloodmane Leopard, with strength comparable to the Ironback Wolf King, which Yang Han smashed to death with his large club.

Until the third head appeared.

A red-scaled python, its entire body covered in dark red scales, was twelve meters long and as thick as a barrel, coiled in the middle of a dry riverbed.

Upon exchanging blows, Yang Han was sent flying by a lash from the tail.

At the peak of the early stage of the Meridian Opening Realm, one's strength is around 30,000 kilograms.

Yang Han couldn't overpower the python head-on. Once the python's constriction was in place, even with his 15-ton strength, he wouldn't be able to break free.

But soon, Yang Han knew how to deal with it.

This python was enormous, but it wasn't very fast.

Yang Han transformed into a gray afterimage, relentlessly striking the python.

The Mad Demon Staff Technique's perfected moves flowed smoothly, giving the python no chance to lock onto its target.

The crimson python roared furiously, its tail sweeping across and stirring up a cloud of sand and stones. Its huge mouth opened, revealing arm-length venomous fangs, and every attack missed its mark.

It's too big.

Big means it's hard to be fast.

Yang Han played for a full forty minutes.

Pain compensation kicks in frantically after physical exhaustion, the pain drilling out from the depths of the bone marrow, every muscle twitching, and the jaw clenching so hard it's grinding.

He didn't stop.

The red-scaled python has reached its limit; it's about to die.

The final leg, a stunning dragon in shadow.

Three stick shadows overlapped on the same spot at the python's seven-inch mark, shattering scales and sending flesh flying.

The red-scaled python's body suddenly stiffened, its twelve-meter-long body convulsing and coiling into a ball before gradually coming to a stop.

Yang Han knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

Pain compensation was still working, and his body was recovering at a visible speed. Three minutes later, he stood up and took out the beast core.

It's in good condition, surpassing even the Ironback Wolf King, and is quite valuable.

The income from the three-headed, early-stage Qi-opening beast, plus some scattered parts, has exceeded 300,000.

enough.

Yang Han put away the beast core, took a sip of water, and prepared to explore further.

However, he stopped shortly after walking.

Fifty meters ahead, large patches of dark brown marks appeared on the ground.

A faint, sweet, fishy smell filled the air.

Yang Han twitched his nose.

It's human blood, dried-up human blood!

He slowed his pace, gripping the Zhenyue Staff tightly in his hand, and slowly advanced along the trail of blood.

The bloodstain stretched for about thirty meters before ending at the foot of a collapsed cliff.

Yang Han's breath hitched.

There is a corpse!

To be precise, it's half a body.

A man in standard combat uniform was torn in two at the waist, the cut jagged and broken, his internal organs scattered among the surrounding rubble, already beginning to rot and stink. Flies buzzed around him.

Yang Han took two steps closer to examine it.

The deceased's face was facing upwards, and although it had turned gray and discolored, the facial features were still recognizable.

It's him!

Yang Han's expression shifted slightly.

The guard before the Class C buffer gate. The middle-aged man who glanced at him as he left the city and whispered, "The wilderness is not peaceful, be careful."

At the time, I thought it was just a routine reminder.

Looking back, there was a distinct, inappropriate seriousness in that man's eyes. He was reminding me to be wary of the Demon Thieves, not of ferocious beasts.

Yang Han remained silent for a few seconds.

Reaching out, he flipped open the other person's collar. Below the collar, a gruesome cut ran across the throat, the blade clean and swift, a single, fatal blow.

It was done by a human!

The bloodstains around him were left by a ferocious beast, but the fatal wound was a close-range knife wound.

Yang Han stood up, looked around, and saw no other corpse.

The gap in strength is huge.

He didn't linger. He used his staff to dig a pit at the bottom of the cliff, put the body in, and covered it with rubble and soil.

There was no monument erected, no moment of silence observed.

Yang Han paused for two seconds after filling in the last stone, then turned around and strode away.

Let's go back; that's about all we've accomplished for today.

On the return journey, every ferocious beast they encountered met its demise, its head shattered, a gruesome death.

We've gone halfway back.

Three figures emerged from behind a low hill and headed into the depths of the wilderness.

His attire didn't resemble that of a free-spirited warrior who spent most of his time outdoors; he carried a weapon on his back and had a pouch of beast cores hanging from his waist.

Yang Han adjusted his route, veering to the side by more than ten degrees to avoid them.

"Hey! You in front, wait a minute!"

The man in the middle called out to him.

Yang Han stopped and turned around.

The three men jogged over. The one in front was a burly man with a thick beard and a warm smile. The two behind him were lean and wiry, spreading out to the left and right.

"Brother, all alone?" The bearded man rubbed his hands together. "The three of us are planning a trip deeper into the east. We heard there's a big one up there and they're looking for someone to team up with. Are you interested?"

Yang Han glanced at them.

All three individuals had fluctuations of star energy within their bodies.

The two thinner men had weaker astral pulse activity, while the man with the thick beard had stronger activity.

But how strong it really is, we'll only know after we fight it out.

"Not interested." Yang Han shook his head and made a gesture to leave.

The man with the thick beard maintained his smile, but his tone changed: "Brother, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

He winked at those around him.

The two skinny men moved at the same time, blocking Yang Han's retreat from the left and right, their hands already on their weapons.

The man with the thick beard stopped smiling.

"Walking alone in the wilderness, you've got guts." He cracked his neck, his joints popping. "Hand over your storage ring and all your valuables. According to the rules of our Demon Thieves' Guild, we might consider leaving you a whole corpse."

The Demon Thief's Gate.

Yang Han stopped in his tracks.

Hunted down by the Zhang and Li families, and unable to stay in the distribution center, they ran to the wilderness to rob lone martial artists?

"The Demon Thieves' Guild? Aren't you afraid of the Zhang and Li families? If I tell anyone, do you think you can escape?"

Yang Han spoke calmly.

The bearded man was slightly taken aback at first, then seemed to think of something funny.

"Hahaha, you almost fooled me. You said you'd leave? You'd have to be able to get out of here alive first."

As they spoke, the three of them had already gripped their weapons.

As if his thoughts had been exposed, Yang Han's voice, hidden behind his mask, suddenly became tense and trembled slightly: "Big brother, I'm just a beginner, I don't have anything valuable on me..."

"Enough with the nonsense." The bearded man impatiently stretched out his hand. "Take off your storage ring."

Yang Han swallowed hard, his body slightly hunched.

After struggling for a while, it seemed to finally give up the resistance and let out a slight sigh.

He slowly raised his right hand, as if to take off the ring.

The bearded man and his two companions exchanged a glance, and a smile appeared on their faces.

"That's more like it. Once we make our move, you'll be in for a world of trouble."

"Brother, can't you really spare my life?"

Yang Han's voice was still trembling slightly, and he even seemed unsteady on his feet as he took a step.

The bearded man's eyes flickered slightly, and he chuckled, "It's not impossible. Since you're so cooperative, I won't make things too difficult for you."

This was a delaying tactic on his part. As long as Yang Han handed over the ring, he would make sure he suffered a terrible fate, since their whereabouts couldn't be exposed.