Chapter 109: Terrifying Attribute Panel
Though he had wasted several months of opportunities to use the Life Simulation system.
To be precise, he hadn’t used the Life Simulation system at all in the past half year.
After all, this past half year had been spent in the transition of the future tiline.
The days were mundane and uneventful.
“Hmm, what’s this...”
Suddenly, Li ng’s expression shifted.
His tall figure abruptly rose as he stood up.
Standing on the watchtower, Li ng’s gaze was fixed on the forest in the east.
After a long while, a sinister grin spread across his face.
Wielding a massive iron rod in his right hand, he gave it a swing.
“Finally, it’s here!”
Li ng leaped from the watchtower.
With a loud “crack,” the wooden floorboards shattered.
Li ng’s tall figure shot up like a cannonball.
Leaping dozens of ters through the air, he landed heavily in the barren wasteland outside the wooden walls.
Standing in the wasteland, Li ng held his massive iron rod, waiting for the “guest” to arrive.
Not long after, there was movent in the forest to the east.
Monts later, a figure, not particularly tall, erged from the forest.
Its skin was dark brown, and it had a pair of horns on its head.
Its lower body was composed of two long, furry legs ending in hooves.
Though not towering in stature, it was extrely muscular.
Standing at two ters tall, it carried a massive sword on its shoulder.
Its eyes were golden, and it exuded an aura of intense ferocity.
“Haha, interesting! A goblin like you is indeed special!”
Noticing that Li ng was waiting outside the gate of the wooden stronghold, the Ghost Beastman chuckled, excitent gleaming in its eyes as it laughed heartily.
It stopped in its tracks, standing two hundred ters apart from Li ng.
For a mont, the area fell into dead silence.
Standing in the wasteland before the wooden stronghold, Li ng expressionlessly scrutinized the Ghost Beastman.
[Ghost Beastman (Elite)]
[Level: 67]
[Strength: 1991]
[Defense: 1961]
[Agility: 2411]
[Magic Power: 1771]
[Demon Lord Contract: LV2 (Immune to ntal magic)]
[Berserk: LV3]
[Warcry: LV4]
[Super Physique: LV3 (Strength 600, Defense 600, Agility 600)]
[Charged Strike: LV4]
[Super Leap: LV3 (Agility 600)]
[Flash Assault: LV2]
[Ancestral Blessing: LV5 (All attributes 500)]
[Ancestral Protection: LV3]
[Demonic Physique: LV2 (All attributes 200)]
[Note: Consuming skills will establish a master-servant contract with the Demon Lord.]
Li ng was thrilled by the Ghost Beastman’s attribute panel.
But the last line of information made him roll his eyes.
“Damn it, are you kidding ?”
Li ng couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
This guy was absurdly strong, with ten skills in total.
Li ng had initially thought that devouring it would exponentially increase his strength.
But before he could feel any joy, he saw the cost.
He had no intention of becoming the servant of a Demon Lord.
At that mont, the Ghost Beastman moved again.
Studying Li ng, the Ghost Beastman repeatedly nodded.
Its deanor resembled soone evaluating a valuable item or tool.
It grinned wickedly, raising its massive sword.
The sword pointed directly at the goblin warrior not far away.
“Goblin, I am Ghost Hand, a centurion of the Demon Lord’s army. Surrender, or die!”
Its roar echoed powerfully, reaching Li ng’s ears.
From this goblin warrior, Ghost Hand could sense an overwhelming aura.
Even it felt a sense of oppression when facing that aura.
This left Ghost Hand astonished.
Even a Goblin King was trash in its eyes.
It could crush one with just a single finger.
Yet this goblin warrior managed to exude an aura that oppressed it.
Li ng grinned, spinning the massive iron rod and resting it on his shoulder.
“If you want to surrender, let’s see if you have what it takes!”
Though Ghost Hand lacked a skill like “Mind Speech,” it could still speak the goblin language.
This piqued Li ng’s curiosity about how it managed to do so.
“A re goblin, so arrogant!”
Ghost Hand’s expression darkened, its face filled with murderous intent.
“Today, I’ll show you that goblins are always goblins. No matter how strong they get, they’re still trash!”
As soon as it finished speaking, Ghost Hand took a large step forward.
“Boom!”
The mont its right foot hit the ground, there was a loud explosion.
With a “boom,” a shockwave spread out, and Ghost Hand’s figure vanished in a flash.
Ghost Hand didn’t truly vanish; instead, it shot forward like a bullet.
The ground beneath its feet caved in with a resounding “boom.”
Its speed was so fast that it was almost invisible.
Only a fleeting shadow could be seen darting across the wasteland.
This was quickly followed by the sound of air being torn apart.
“So fast!”
In Li ng’s eyes, Ghost Hand’s figure blurred.
In the blink of an eye, it appeared right in front of him.
Li ng hurriedly swung the massive iron rod toward it.
Li ng’s movents were also incredibly fast, too swift for ordinary people to follow.
“Too slow, goblin!”
A cold snort ca from Ghost Hand as it suddenly vanished beneath Li ng’s iron rod.
It seed to teleport, disappearing from right in front of Li ng.
The massive iron rod, missing its target, crashed heavily into the ground.
Dust flew up, dirt and stones scattered everywhere.
The ground before Li ng was left with a large crater.
At almost the sa mont, Ghost Hand reappeared behind Li ng.
Holding its sword with one hand, it struck Li ng’s waist with the flat side of the blade.
“Boom!”
A dull thud echoed.
With a loud “crack,” several bones in Li ng’s waist were broken.
His towering figure was sent flying.
He flew dozens of ters before crashing into the wooden wall with a “bang.”
“Boom!”
A large section of the wooden wall collapsed from the impact.
Even after breaking through the wall, Li ng’s montum didn’t stop.
He smashed through several large trees before finally tumbling to the ground.
He slid another several dozen ters before coming to a stop.
“Impressive!”
The excruciating pain in his organs made Li ng suck in a breath of cold air.
Grinning grimly, he leaped up from the ground, seemingly full of life.
Looking at the collapsed wooden wall outside the forest, Li ng let out a furious roar.
“Ghost Beastman, I’ll kill you and use your head as a urinal!”
Fighting against a strong opponent filled Li ng with exhilaration.
He could feel his body boiling with energy.
A force within him was yearning to erupt.
He craved to unleash it, to feel pain, to endure injuries.
“Roar!”
The surging bloodlust intoxicated Li ng.
Opening his mouth, he let out an ecstatic roar.
His Berserk skill activated on its own.
In the dim forest, Li ng’s tall fra began to crackle audibly.
A thick, bloody aura emanated from his body.
The oppressive atmosphere and murderous intent filled the air.
His skin turned from green to reddish-brown.
The veins under his skin pulsed red, resembling worms crawling across his body and face.
At this mont, Li ng had beco utterly terrifying—a true monster.
The surrounding air radiated with intense heat.
“Berserk? Interesting!”
A cold snort sounded again, followed by the whistle of air being torn apart.
Like an arrow, Ghost Hand shot into the forest.
Gripping its massive sword with both hands, it appeared before Li ng in an instant.
The Ghost Beastman grinned savagely, raising its sword high.
The blade ca slashing down toward Li ng’s shoulder.
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