Although he had wasted several months of simulated life attempts, to be precise, he hadn't used the Life Simulation System at all in the past half year.
After all, he had been in a transitional phase of the future line for the past half year, with days passing uneventfully.
"Hmm, what's this..."
Suddenly, Li ng's expression changed slightly, and his tall figure abruptly stood up.
Standing on the watchtower, Li ng stared intently at the forest to the east. After a while, he gave a sinister smile and swung the Big Iron Rod in his right hand.
"Finally, they're here!"
Li ng leaped from the watchtower, and with a "crack," the wooden floor shattered.
His tall body shot up like a cannonball, soaring dozens of ters before landing heavily on the wasteland outside the wooden walls. Standing on the wasteland, Li ng held the Big Iron Rod, waiting for the "distinguished guest" to arrive.
Before long, there was movent in the eastern forest. Monts later, a not-so-tall figure erged from the forest.
It had dark brown skin and a pair of ram horns on its head. Its lower body consisted of two furry long legs and a pair of hooves.
Though not towering, it was very muscular. Standing two ters tall, it carried a large sword on its shoulder. Its eyes were golden, and it exuded an unusually violent aura.
"Haha, interesting, as a Goblin, you're indeed quite special!" Seeing Li ng standing outside the wooden fortress gate as if waiting for it, the ghost beastman laughed, eyes filled with excitent.
It stopped in its tracks, standing over two hundred ters away from Li ng. For a mont, the world fell into a deathly silence. Li ng, standing on the wasteland before the wooden fortress, calmly sized up the ghost beastman.
[Ghost Beastman (Elite)]
[Level: 67]
[Strength: 1991]
[Defense: 1961]
[Agility: 2411]
[Magic: 1771]
[Demon King Contract: LV2 (Immune to ntal magic)]
[Berserk: LV3]
[War Cry: LV4]
[Super Physique: LV3 (Strength 600, Defense 600, Agility 600)]
[Charged Strike: LV4]
[Super Leap: LV3 (Agility 600)]
[Instant Flash Assault: LV2]
[Ancestral Blessing: LV5 (All attributes 500)]
[Ancestral Protection: LV3]
[Demonic Physique: LV2 (All attributes 200)]
[Note: Devouring skills will establish a master-servant contract with the Demon King]
The ghost beastman's attributes surprised Li ng, but the last line of information made him roll his eyes.
"Damn, are you kidding !" Li ng cursed inwardly. This guy was ridiculously strong, with ten skills.
Li ng had thought that if he devoured it, his strength would skyrocket. But before he could celebrate, he saw the cost. He had no intention of becoming the Demon King's servant.
At this mont, the ghost beastman made a new move. It nodded repeatedly while observing Li ng, as if selecting a valuable item or tool.
With a sinister smile, it swung its heavy sword, pointing it directly at the Goblin Warriors not far away.
"Goblin, I am 'Ghost Hand,' centurion of the Demon King's army. Submit or die!" Its roar echoed into Li ng's ears.
From the Goblin Warrior, Ghost Hand could sense a powerful aura, and even it felt a sense of oppression facing that aura.
This left Ghost Hand incredulous. Even the Goblin King was trash in its eyes, sothing it could crush with a finger, yet a Goblin Warrior gave it a sense of oppression.
Li ng grinned, swung the Big Iron Rod, and rested it on his shoulder, "If you want to submit, let's see if you have the skill!"
The ghost beastman clearly didn't have a skill like "Heart Speech," yet it could speak the Goblin language, making Li ng curious about how it managed that.
"re Goblin, arrogant!" Ghost Hand's face turned cold, full of murderous intent, "Today, I'll show you that Goblins will always be Goblins, no matter how strong, still trash!"
With those words, the ghost beastman took a giant step forward.
"Boom!"
At the mont its right foot hit the ground, there was a "boom," and a wave of air exploded, with Ghost Hand's figure disappearing in a flash.
Ghost Hand hadn't vanished but shot out like a bullet, the ground beneath its feet sinking with a "boom." Its speed was so fast that its figure was invisible, only a shadow flickered across the wasteland, followed by the sound of breaking air.
"So fast!" In Li ng's eyes, Ghost Hand's figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of him.
Li ng quickly held the Big Iron Rod, swinging it forward. His movents were swift, invisible to ordinary people.
"Too slow, Goblin!" With a cold snort, Ghost Hand suddenly vanished from under Li ng's Big Iron Rod, as if teleporting away.
The Big Iron Rod, missing its target, slamd into the ground with a "boom," sending dust and debris flying, creating a large pit in front of Li ng.
Almost simultaneously, Ghost Hand appeared behind Li ng, wielding its sword with one hand, sweeping the sword's back across Li ng's waist.
"Thud"
A dull thud sounded. With a "crack," several bones in Li ng's waist broke, and his tall body was sent flying. He flew dozens of ters before crashing into the wooden wall with a "thud."
"Boom!"
A large section of the wooden wall collapsed under Li ng's impact. He continued to crash into the tribe, breaking several large trees before rolling to a stop, sliding several dozen ters.
"Indeed, very powerful!" The intense pain in his organs made Li ng gasp. With a sinister smile, he jumped up from the ground, full of energy. Looking at the wooden wall outside the forest, Li ng roared, "Ghost beastman, I'll kill you and use your head as a chamber pot!"
The battle with a strong opponent excited Li ng imnsely. He could feel his body boiling, a power within him eager to burst forth. He wanted to unleash it, to be injured, to feel pain.
"Roar!"
The surging blood made Li ng lose himself, opening his mouth to let out an excited roar.
The Berserk skill activated involuntarily. In the dim forest, Li ng's tall body crackled with sounds. A surge of blood energy emanated from his body, filling the air with a suffocating murderous aura and pressure.
His skin turned from green to reddish-brown, with the veins beneath turning red, like worms crawling over his body and face.
At this mont, Li ng beca extrely terrifying, a true monster. The air around him radiated intense heat.
"Berserk? Interesting!" A cold snort echoed, followed by the sound of breaking air.
Ghost Hand shot into the forest like an arrow. Holding its sword with both hands, it appeared before Li ng in an instant. The ghost beastman gave a sinister smile, raising its heavy sword high. It swung the sword down towards Li ng's shoulder.
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