Evan wasn’t surprised anymore—FangBro really did have a survival skill for every situation. Earth‑phase movent, water‑phase movent… the guy was a walking escape toolkit.
And Evan wasn’t exactly the type to sit still. Curiosity tugged at him.
“Is it dangerous?” he asked.
FangBro puffed out his chest.
“Big bro, that question is an insult to my profession. Survival is what I do.”
“Alright then. Let’s check it out.”
Evan trusted FangBro’s escape abilities.
And with his own Regenerator skill, he wasn’t easy to kill either.
FangBro grabbed him and jumped off the boat.
The mont they entered the water, Evan felt a thin layer of clean, flowing water wrap around his body—separating him from the filthy Vahn River.
FangBro wasn’t using water‑phase movent yet. Keeping it active too long drained stamina and evolution energy, and he needed both for streaming.
“What skill is this?” Evan asked.
“Not a skill—an artifact.” FangBro grinned and pulled out a shriveled fish head. “This baby’s called the Water‑Repelling Fish Head.”
Evan stared.
“Didn’t know artifacts ca in… this shape.”
It worked well, but it looked like sothing you’d throw into a stew.
FangBro started his stream.
Dayti streaming on the boat had been slow—too much talking, not enough action.
Nightti underwater streaming was his chance to boost viewership.
The water was dark and murky, so FangBro pulled out a glowing orb.
“Another artifact?” Evan asked.
“Nah, this one’s tech. A Lumin Pearl—made from beast materials.”
With the area lit up, the stream beca clear.
FangBro slipped into “educational mode,” narrating like a nature docuntary host.
He pointed the cara at a cluster of turtles.
“These are Vahn River turtles—Tier‑1, D‑rank. Super docile. Won’t attack humans.”
Then he swam toward a massive catfish bigger than a person.
“This is a Vahn River catfish. Males are D‑rank, females E‑rank. They can attack humans, but only if they think they can win. They’re cowards.”
He pointed at a school of large carp.
“Vahn River carp—Tier‑1, E‑rank. Bottom of the food chain, but they breed like crazy.”
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Evan and FangBro walked along the riverbed, watching giant fish drift overhead like living submarines.
Evan couldn’t help thinking:
This place is a fisherman’s paradise. One catch and you could parade it around the neighborhood for a week.
Then the water ahead suddenly churned.
Sothing big was coming.
FangBro pointed excitedly.
“That’s a Vahn River crocodile—Tier‑2, C‑rank. One of the few beasts here that actively attacks humans. Nasty temperant, strong fighter.”
Before he finished, the beast lunged.
Evan finally saw it clearly—massive body, armor‑like scales, a long saw‑toothed snout, and a tumor‑like bump at the tip.
It snapped its jaws at them.
FangBro didn’t panic.
He kept the cara steady, waited until the last second, then activated water‑phase movent.
They vanished and reappeared dozens of ters away.
The chat exploded with excitent.
FangBro turned to Evan.
“Big bro, you okay? Want to take you back to the boat?”
But Evan wasn’t scared.
He was thinking.
That water‑phase movent…
Combined with his own explosive power…
“FangBro,” Evan said slowly, “how about we work together and hunt that crocodile?”
He wanted to test his current strength—see if he could pierce a Tier‑2 beast’s defenses.
And he wanted to see what happened when his power combined with FangBro’s mobility.
“Can we… do that?” FangBro asked.
“I handle the attacks. You phase in and out. I hit it, you pull away. Repeat until it dies.”
FangBro’s eyes lit up.
This was perfect streaming content.
And he trusted his escape skills.
Even if they failed to kill it, he could get them out alive.
“Alright! Let’s do it!”
He changed the stream title to:
“Battle with the Vahn River Crocodile!”
He strapped the phone to his chest.
“Alright chat, first‑person POV—let’s dive into a real fight!”
FangBro had never initiated combat before.
He was practically vibrating with excitent.
“Ready?” he asked.
Evan nodded.
In the next instant, his body dissolved into flowing water—
And they shot through the river like a bullet.
They reappeared above the crocodile’s back.
Evan didn’t hesitate.
Ant Strength Needle Strike.
His finger jabbed into the armored scales—
Shattering them.
A sharp burst of force drilled into the beast’s flesh, leaving a bleeding hole.
The crocodile roared, tail whipping around.
“Side!” Evan shouted.
FangBro activated water‑phase movent again, dodging the tail and repositioning them at the crocodile’s flank.
The belly scales were softer—perfect.
Evan struck again.
This ti his Needle Strike pierced straight through the white underbelly, blood clouding the water.
The crocodile went berserk.
It slamd its tail and claws into the riverbed, unleashing its signature skill—
Raging Tides.
A shockwave blasted outward, stirring the water violently.
The concussive force rattled Evan’s bones.
FangBro froze for a split second—
Stunned.
He missed the timing to escape.
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