An invincible journey starting from a different race

"Let's not talk about whether it's really famous or not," Bruce asked, "then why did you come to a place like this?"

"Because I encountered a few descendants of the Snowfield who were trying to escape from the edge of the Snowfield, and then witnessed their mutation firsthand," White Wolf said. "After subduing them, I learned from them about the changes that had taken place here... Haha, isn't this fascinating? It's completely tailor-made for adventurers like me. In other words, this is my stage, so how could I not come and see it?"

Aesop grasped the key point from the white wolf's words and asked, "You mean, you met a cursed person at the edge of the snowfield?"

"Cursed? So that's what you call them?" White Wolf looked at Aesop and said, "Anyway, I call them mutants, but your description might be more accurate... Well, they do seem to be cursed."

Aesop asked: "Then what state were they in at that time? Were they frozen, or..."

"That's the state of the women in this town," White Wolf said. "I do know that they were once frozen. I call that frozen period the first stage of the curse, and now it should be the second stage of the curse."

After hearing what Bai Lang said, the others were certain that he did know enough about the snowfield, and that he had come well prepared after conducting investigations and collecting evidence.

Knowing so much, he still dared to come in. Regardless of whether his reputation is true, his courage and bravery alone are indeed outstanding.

Anyway, if it were Stank and Bruce, if they knew the specific situation here, they would definitely not be willing to come here.

Brother, it’s just a dart, there’s no need to risk your life.

"You were actually able to subdue those two... uh, cursed-stage two women on the periphery?" Horn was very surprised. "How did you do it!?"

You have to know that after the second stage of the curse came, they have never been able to defeat those who were cursed, whether they are men or women.

And White Wolf could actually easily defeat women who were far more powerful than men? And even bring them back to their senses?

How is this done?

It’s not okay if I can’t lift it, right?!

Is this guy bragging?

Facing the crowd's questioning gazes, White Wolf sneered and said, "Do you think I could get this far with just brute force? I've already said this, this is a professional stage built just for me. Their temptations, their attacks... have absolutely no effect on me! As long as I can't lift it, I won't be hurt!"

...Could you please stop being so damn proud? We really can’t stand listening to this anymore!

"On the contrary, I can inflict damage on them," White Wolf said. "They're not invincible. As long as you can launch a swift, violent attack against them in a short period of time, you can stop them. They'll enter a period of weakness, during which they can regain some of their sanity, but this time is short. Once their strength recovers, they'll quickly return to their cursed state and attack you again. At this point, you must strike again to stop them."

White Wolf's explanation made the others look at each other in bewilderment. Was the "stop" White Wolf was talking about the same as the "stop" they understood? And that so-called weak time... why did it sound a bit like sage time? What kind of battle are you waging?

But it also sounds quite reasonable. For example, after entering a weak state, one will regain a certain degree of sanity. Just now, Lowry obviously had a certain degree of memory and thinking ability in a weak state.

But everyone felt that there seemed to be some contradiction in White Wolf's words. After they thought about it for a while, they finally understood where the contradiction lay.

"You're contradicting yourself!" Stank said. "You can't even lift a sword, how are you going to hurt them? With your mind?!"

The white wolf glanced at Stank, his eyes full of disdain for the weak.

"Do you have to use a sword to fight? If you don't have a sword, you can't do anything?" White Wolf questioned Stank.

Stank: "..."

Even though you sound very passionate, that kind of battle cannot be done without a sword!

"Pedantism."

Bai Lang suddenly rubbed his nose with his hand, and then everyone discovered that the index finger and middle finger of his right hand... seemed to be too thick.

"If you can't use a sword, then use your hands!" White Wolf gestured to the others with his two thick fingers. "I may not be very talented, but with these two fingers, I can conquer the world."

At this point, Bruce seemed to suddenly remember something. He pointed at the white wolf, his body trembling slightly: "Could it be that you are the one..."

"Haha, you recognized my finger, didn't you?" White Wolf chuckled. "Yes, my name is Kato, nicknamed White Wolf. I have a little trick, known as..."

"Kato Wolf Hand!"

Damn it, who taught you this?!

"Kato Wolf's Hand?!" Aesop showed a surprised expression.

Stank turned to look at Aesop, his expression even more surprised: "You knew that too?"

"No." Aesop shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

At that moment, everyone saw that there was a slight uneasy feeling in Bai Lang's confident expression.

"I've never heard you agree with anything..." Bruce was also a little speechless. Fortunately, everyone was already used to Aesop's various behaviors, so Bruce introduced him to Aesop, "Kato Wolf Hand is very famous. You may not know him because you have been in the academy before, but he is actually..."

"No need for introductions, young bear." White Wolf raised his hand to stop Bruce, and then said calmly, "I, White Wolf, have always relied on strength, not reputation, to travel the world."

“…Actually, I’m not a bear.”

Bruce weakly tried to explain, but the White Wolf had already stretched his hand to the wall, attracting everyone's attention.

"Look carefully, young man," said the White Wolf. "Once you've witnessed my strength, you'll understand why legends about me are everywhere."

As soon as he finished speaking, White Wolf used his two extremely thick fingers to pierce into the wall.

Seeing this, several people subconsciously covered their fingers and felt a sharp pain subconsciously.

But there was no trace of fear on the white wolf's face. Instead, he growled and spun his two fingers like a top.

"Hmmmm...Ahhh...Uhhhhhhhhh!"

After spinning for about ten seconds, he stopped and pulled his fingers out.

At this time, a very round opening was left on the wall.

"This..." Stank touched his chin, leaned over to take a look, and said, "Your fingers are quite hard."

"It's more than just hard." White Wolf said calmly, "Put your finger in and try it, and you'll understand."

Stank was a little confused about what White Wolf meant, but after hearing what White Wolf said, he stretched out his finger doubtfully.

The next second, his eyes widened, shock written all over his face.

"This, this, this... How is this possible?!"

This reaction made Kelim a little puzzled: "What, what's wrong?"

"In here..." Stank said solemnly, "It's all empty."

"It's all gone?" Horn didn't understand what this meant at first.

Until Stank pulled his fingers out and knocked on the walls on both sides of the round hole.

In an instant, half of the wall collapsed, as if only a thin layer of wall was left.

This unique skill made everyone's eyes widen. What kind of strength, power, and flexibility could be achieved to this extent?!

They stared at the White Wolf's fingers in a daze. It was not until this moment that they could understand why the White Wolf could travel the world with just two fingers, and easily defeat... oh no, suppress two second-stage female cursers with just two fingers.

This is a bit too... outrageous.

Seeing everyone was convinced, White Wolf snorted softly and said, "I've been wandering the martial arts world for many years. To train my fingers, I even made it so difficult for me to lift a sword. I eliminated all distractions and practiced day and night for decades, finally reaching this level of skill. Tell me, what can a mere curse do to me?"

...Just to exercise these fingers, I'm willing to give up my erections. That's a bit too much to pay. And then again, is there any necessary connection between the two?

Everyone wanted to complain, but because Bai Lang was indeed a very famous person, they forced themselves to swallow the urge to complain.

Aesop once again discovered key information from the points that everyone wanted to complain about.

He asked, "Did you just say that you could temporarily suppress the cursed with your hands?"

"Of course." White Wolf nodded and said, "That's how I was able to get all the way here. I also heard that there's a very powerful, cursed nightmare demon here, so I wanted to observe her first and then wait for an opportunity to strike. I didn't expect you guys to show up and almost disrupt my plan."

Aesop didn't care about White Wolf's plan. His focus was still on suppressing the cursed person with his fingers.

Being able to suppress the cursed with just your fingers and awakening their lost sanity to a certain extent, wouldn't that be a perfect battle?

And it won't hurt yourself.

Aesop told this idea to others, and their expressions suddenly became quite subtle.

How should I put it... You're really worthy of being like this, your imagination is really big.

But White Wolf was very disdainful of Aesop's idea: "Little brother, let's not talk about whether I am willing to teach you my unique skills. Even if I am willing, do you think you can learn it? Look at my fingers."

As he spoke, Bai Lang stretched out two of his fingers, and then slightly hooked his fingertips back.

"Let's talk about strength first. Who of you wants to try to wrestle with me?" said White Wolf.

Several people exchanged glances, and then Bruce stepped forward: "Let me do it."

Bruce was the strongest man here, so he stood in front of the white wolf, stretched out his fingers, and started to struggle with the white wolf.

Then, he watched Bruz use all his strength to suck, but still couldn't move Bai Lang's fingers even half an inch. Those seemingly ordinary fingers turned out to be as solid as a rock.

"Ah... Sorry, I can't pry it open." Bruce gave up. Just as he was about to praise the White Wolf for its strength, he suddenly found some brown liquid on his fingers. Curious, he reached up to his nose and sniffed, "What is this?"

"Oh, nothing." White Wolf said calmly, "I encountered two male cursers on the way here and suppressed them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce fell to the ground, twitching all over.

"I think strength can be trained," Aesop said, "and it can also be enhanced with magic, which is actually the least important."

White Wolf looked at Aesop and nodded. "You're right. Strength is about exerting all your strength. It can be achieved through hard work. But my unique skill requires more than just hard work. It also requires very high finger strength. Do you think you can do it?"

"I think I can do it." Aesop stretched out his fingers and demonstrated them in front of the white wolf. "I think my fingers are quite flexible."

At first, the white wolf was a little disdainful and didn't take the young boy Aesop seriously. Until he saw that Aesop's two fingers were as flexible as an elf and could perform various movements, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"You, how come you are so outstanding?!" White Wolf was shocked. "Who taught you this?!"

Aesop thought for a moment and replied, "The magic conch."

Ersanqi doesn't really think that I can only clean up shit, right?

"...Magical conch? What the hell is this."

Bai Lang was very surprised. He had been wandering around for so many years and thought he was knowledgeable enough, but now he found that there were still things he didn't know, and they were things that could help exercise the fingers.

"It's just a conch." Aesop looked at his fingers and replied, "Maybe it's because I practice a lot every day."

White Wolf asked, "How many times a day do you practice?"

"About eight times."

"Only eight times?" White Wolf also looked at Aesop's fingers and muttered, "That doesn't make sense. Only eight times a day? How can such a training volume be enough? You know, when I was practicing, I could do hundreds of times a day."

"Hundreds of times?" Aesop thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, then I'll also deduct a hundred times every day..."

Before he could finish his words, Kelimu grabbed Aesop's neck and shook him desperately, "I beg you to be a human being, Aesop! I really beg you to be a human being! If you continue to behave like this, Miss Huang will really come out from underground and destroy the world!"

Stank on the side couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hands. He was too lazy to complain about Aesop's inhuman behavior.

Meanwhile, White Wolf seemed to think the so-called magical conch was some kind of finger exercise treasure, and that practicing it seven or eight times a day would equal his own hundred or so practice sessions. This made him envious, so he asked Aesop, "Can you lend me your magical conch? In exchange, I can teach you my unique skills, so you can also become Kato Wolf's Hand. What do you think?"

Bai Lang originally thought that Aesop would not refuse. After all, his Kato Wolf Queen was a well-known special skill. Using his special skill to exchange for Aesop's treasure would be a win for Aesop no matter how you looked at it.

But what Bai Lang didn't expect was that Aesop decisively shook his head and refused: "No."

"No?" White Wolf was slightly stunned. "Why is that?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "I am the only one who can open Miss Huang's magical conch."

White Wolf: "...?"

Isn't that the magical conch? Who is Miss Huang? Did she give him that treasure?

It seems that she is someone very important to him.

"I can hear love in your words." White Wolf crossed his arms and suddenly began to reminisce about the past. "I still remember that I was such a pure and innocent boy back then. The reason I trained my Kato Wolf Hand so hard was to bring happiness to the woman I loved."

Why the hell are you reminiscing? Who cares why you're practicing this?

Stank really wanted to complain, but he couldn't bear to interrupt the middle-aged man who was immersed in beautiful memories.

"She said she would wait for me," White Wolf whispered. "So I practiced diligently for five years and finally mastered this unique skill. Then I excitedly went to find her..."

Having said this, the white wolf suddenly stopped, which made everyone see something wrong.

Kelimu asked softly, "And then, Mr. White Wolf?"

"At that time, she was already with other men, and there was more than one. When I went over, she was having sex with other men right in front of me."

Everyone: "..."

"This makes me very angry, so..." White Wolf's body trembled slightly, and then he slowly stretched out his fingers and said, "I made a move. That was my first move, my Kato Wolf Hand, the first time it came out!"

Everyone sensed the indescribable hatred in White Wolf's eyes, and they understood this hatred quite well, so Stank asked softly, "Give that woman to..."

"No, I didn't attack her." White Wolf said in a cold tone, "My target is the group of wild men she trampled on. I want to show her how vulnerable those men she relied on are in the hands of me, Kato Wolf!"

Everyone: "..."