An invincible journey starting from a different race

After White Wolf's first revenge on his bull-headed enemies, there was nothing worth caring about in his life, except for his Kato Wolf Hand. In a broader sense, this was the greatest meaning of his life after losing his beloved (to a bull).

And now, a young boy who hasn't even grown all his hair dares to say that he has learned his own unique skills?

How bold.

Thinking of this, Bai Lang's tone unconsciously turned cold: "Oh? Have you really learned my unique skills?"

"Yes."

"Have you really learned it?"

"Yes."

"Really, really, have you learned it completely?"

"really."

"Have you really, really, completely learned it?!"

"Ah yes."

Aesop's answer highlighted a simplicity and clarity, while White Wolf's question raised a question... The more he spoke, the angrier he became.

It is obvious that if Aesop had just said "I haven't fully mastered it yet" or "I haven't learned it very well", White Wolf would have stopped asking questions.

But Aesop's answer just... made Bailang feel like he was back to that afternoon when he saw the woman he loved being cut apart by Yizi Motata.

"Since you say you've mastered it..." White Wolf slowly lifted his sleeves and said calmly, "It seems I have no choice but to personally test your learning. If you don't pass, don't blame me, your master, for saying something unpleasant. So, are you sure you've truly mastered it?"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the White Wolf was threatening!

But Aesop seemed to feel nothing, nodded and said, "Sure."

Well, this guy has never been afraid.

Everyone suddenly became excited. Fearing they might regret their decision, Stank quickly asked, "How are you going to compete? We'll be the referees! Don't worry, it'll be fair!"

Bruce also nodded repeatedly.

After hearing what Stank said, Aesop turned to look at her. After thinking for a moment, he said to White Wolf, "Then let's compare them. Who will make their shit first..."

"Get the hell out of here!"

White Wolf shook his head at Aesop's suggestion and said, "The human body is too fragile. Even if it's untrained, as long as they increase their strength, they can still achieve good results. So it's impossible to tell the difference this way. Even if you can tell, you can't tell how big the difference is."

As he spoke, the white wolf turned his head and looked at the house next to him. There were two half-human-high buckets there, which seemed to be made of iron.

"Let's use that one!" White Wolf pointed at the bucket over there. "There are exactly two of them."

Aesop looked over and asked, "How should we compare?"

"It's very simple." White Wolf walked over, picked up two buckets and showed them to everyone.

The bucket was originally full of water, but in a place like this, the water outside would freeze in no time.

These two buckets of water had already turned into ice, completely frozen solid. When everyone felt it, they would feel a sharp pain when they tapped it with their fingers.

"Extremely low temperatures significantly affect finger flexibility," White Wolf explained, holding up a finger. "It also affects strength, so this environment is the harshest for fingers and the most challenging for technique. Back then, to adapt to these low temperatures, I trained with ice cubes, even training shirtless in winter. That's how I achieved my current strength."

Bai Lang asked everyone to look at his fingers, and everyone saw that there were thick scars, or sores, on his fingers.

"My fingers were frozen and rotten countless times, and they healed countless times," White Wolf said calmly. "These scars are both an honor and a reward. They make my fingers even more lethal."

"I understand." Bruce nodded repeatedly, explaining, "The bump is indeed more stimulating! It makes people feel like they're in ecstasy."

Everyone turned to look at him.

Bruce scratched his head and said, "I'm talking about the mace. What are you thinking about? Wouldn't it be exciting to swing the fangs on the mace?"

"Asshole, is that what you call ecstasy? One hit and you're dead, right?" Stank said angrily. "Alright, stop commentating, we just need to be the referees."

Stank couldn't wait any longer, and looking at the white wolf's scarred fingers, he became even more excited.

Of course, he was not excited about Bailang's fingers, but he felt that with Bailang's strength and level of training, he would definitely be able to defeat Aesop.

Finally, finally, can we finally see Aesop get humiliated?

If he could really see this scene, Stank felt that he would be moved to tears.

"Okay, then let me go first." White Wolf said lightly, and then walked to the iron barrel first, shaking his fingers, his movements showing the style of a master, which made Stank know more about him.

Then Bai Lang placed his finger on the edge of the iron bucket, frowned slightly, and with a little force, he poked his finger in, as if he was not poking through a frozen iron bucket, but tofu pierced by chopsticks.

"Drink!"

Immediately afterwards, the White Wolf began to exert force. Everyone watched as the muscles in his thick arms shook wildly, and suddenly the crisp sound of ice breaking was heard in the iron barrel.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Brutz exclaimed. Although Stank had told him not to explain, he couldn't help but say, "In such low temperatures, it can still maintain such a high frequency of vibration! Such environmental adaptability, such strength, this..."

Bruce couldn't think of any good words anymore. He tried his best to think of them but couldn't come up with any. He could only make a summary first.

"As expected of Kato Wolf's hand!"

"Hey, you are such an unprofessional commentator!" Kelim couldn't help but complain.

But at this time, no one paid attention to Bruce's complaints, because White Wolf had already finished.

He pulled out his finger suddenly, and then water with ice chips flowed out from the hole left behind.

"I actually... poked water out!" Kelim's eyes widened as he muttered, "That's solid ice. Can you do that with just your fingers?... What kind of human flesh blender is that?"

"Haha, I'm not in the right state after all." White Wolf continued calmly, "If it were the old me... oh no, even the me from three days ago, I wouldn't have tolerated ice chips in this water."

Even though he could only achieve this, Bai Lang still felt he had a clear victory. He wasn't the arrogant type who thought his unique skills would never be mastered. He was also very optimistic about Aesop, believing that sooner or later he would surpass him.

But, not today.

Now, everyone's eyes were focused on Aesop, or rather, on Aesop's fingers.

Aesop's expression didn't change much. He walked directly to another iron barrel and stuck his finger in it.

In terms of smoothness, Aesop was far inferior to White Wolf. He clearly felt some effort when he penetrated.

It seems that Aesop is indeed not as good as the White Wolf.

He is finally going to lose.

Everyone thought so, especially when they saw that Aesop didn't make much noise after he thrust it in, unlike White Wolf who was working at full power like a blender.

And Aesop didn't last that long. He pulled his finger out in only half the time that the White Wolf took.

Everyone thought he had given up and was about to speak, but they found that the moment Aesop pulled out his finger, water immediately flowed out, as if the bucket was originally filled with water.

"how can that be?!"

White Wolf's eyes widened.

This level of achievement was clearly something he could only achieve when he was still young and had not yet overcome his impotence!

But Aesop actually did it directly?! And it only took such a short time?

Bai Lang found it hard to accept, but before he could say anything, he discovered that there was something wrong with the water.

Because there was white steam rising from the water.

"What?!" The white wolf rushed over and stretched out his trembling hands towards the water.

Then his face turned extremely pale.

"This water... is warm?" White Wolf muttered, "How is that possible? Could it be that your fingers are warm?"

He turned to look at Aesop's fingers, then looked at his own fingers, and suddenly smiled miserably.

"A heated... mace? With such a frequency and such a force, it can actually generate heat..."

The light in the white wolf's eyes faded little by little.

He knelt down in the snow and sighed heavily.

"I lost."

No 248 dogs will come out!

"No! You're cheating!" After setting off, Bruce was still indignant about Aesop's previous actions. "No matter how you think about it, it's cheating, right? How could you do this?"

Aesop looked at Bruce suspiciously and asked, "Why can't I do this?"

Bruce had already prepared his argument, and now that Aesop had asked, he naturally spoke directly: "This is a duel between swordsmen! A duel between swordsmen should be upright. An old swordsman, in his twilight years, is inviting a rising swordsman to a last dance. How can you, how can you use some strange tricks? Don't you think so, Stank? You are also a swordsman, so you should understand what I mean!"

Before Stank could say anything, Aesop answered first: "But I'm not a swordsman either, at least not a pure swordsman. If you must say, I'm a magic swordsman. As a magic swordsman, what's wrong with knowing a little magic?"

"But, if you say that, can you still say that you are the successor of Kato Wolf Hand?!"

Aesop said, "I didn't say I was his successor."

Bruce was stunned.

Damn, it seems like there's nothing wrong with it. Aesop certainly didn't say that he was White Wolf's successor. From this perspective, both White Wolf and he are a bit wishful thinking.

"Everyone, it's almost time." Kelimu was afraid that the two would start arguing, so he immediately flew over to mediate. "We've already reached the depths of the snowfield, and it's fraught with danger. We should all stand united and face the outside world!"

Bruzi wasn't truly angry; he simply felt regret for White Wolf's less-than-perfect exit. In other stories, heroes like him often gave a final show of strength to the rising younger generation, before finally retiring with boundless glory and legend.

It’s a pity that no matter how normal the script is, it doesn’t apply to Aesop.

For this reason, Bruce could only diss Aesop a little and express his grievances for the White Wolf.

"We really need to conserve our energy." Stank, who was walking in front, looked around and observed the surrounding environment. "The temperature is getting lower and lower. I'm almost frozen into a popsicle. I'd better talk less."

Every time Stank spoke, thick mist would come out of his mouth, and then the mist would condense into frost the moment it formed.

He really didn't want to talk. It took much more effort to talk in a place like this than outside, but there were some things he couldn't help but say. When he came to a fork in the road, he stopped and asked Klim, who was holding Molly's hand-drawn map, which way to go next.

"Don't be impatient, let me take a look first." Kelim took out the hand-drawn map and looked at it for a long time, but there was no response.

"What's wrong? Can't you even understand the map?" Stank asked impatiently.

"Well... indeed, Miss Molly's hand-drawn map is awfully sloppy." Kelim said with a bitter face as he unfolded the map for the group. "I really don't understand it. I've been following it all the way here, and there's no mention of a fork in the road here."

Several people immediately gathered around and looked at the rough route on the hand-drawn map.

It seems that there is indeed... no fork in the road.

But Lim suddenly panicked: "How come there is no fork in the road? Is the road we took different from the last time they came?"

Aesop analyzed rationally, "It's certainly possible. In places like this, avalanches are a common occurrence, so common they're no longer considered natural disasters. And every avalanche significantly alters the terrain. So some roads are gone, and where there were none before, new roads appear."

"While your summary is quite philosophical, what should we do now?" Brutz asked. "The map is invalid so soon. Doesn't that mean we'll have to grope our way around completely from now on?"

Aesop said, "Since the previous exploration team was able to find it, we should be able to find it too. This is because He is very likely to attract us unconsciously, so as long as we rely on our intuition, we should be able to reach the end."

"By feeling?" Stank asked. "How do you feel about things like this?"

Aesop replied, "The simplest way is for us to think about which direction we want to go, then close our eyes. After I count to three, we both raise our hands and point to the road we want to go. If my guess is correct, we should both point in the same direction."

Several people felt that Aesop's method was a bit too metaphysical and sounded too unreliable.

But because it was proposed by Aesop, they subconsciously wanted to believe Aesop.

Although Aesop has problems in various aspects, he is more reliable at times like this.

So everyone decided to trust him. After all, there was no other reliable way. So they followed Aesop's advice and closed their eyes, thinking about the direction in their hearts and following their inner guidance. Then they seemed to really feel it. With this idea in their hearts, they knew which way to go.

After Aesop counted to three, several people immediately raised their hands and opened their eyes almost at the same time.

Then, everyone showed shocked expressions.

Damn, there is no unity at all.

"Ah, it seems my guess was wrong." Aesop concluded without emotion.

Several people:"……"

Although we know that the possibility of success is very low, everyone still feels like they have been fooled by Aesop. What's going on?

"Okay, let me go take a look at one of the roads." Aesop said, "You guys wait here and don't move around. I will be back soon."

"Why don't we go together?" asked Colim.

Aesop replied, "Because I feel there might be danger ahead. If I go alone, it will be easier to come back."

Is there danger? Even Aesop feels there is danger?

Several people immediately became alert.

"Okay, then we'll wait for you here." Having experienced the trip to the volcano, Stank was still confident in Aesop's abilities and would not cause trouble at this time.