Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Beast Tide
A short distance away, the other youngsters of the Third Squad gathered together to start a fire using wood.
"If it weren’t for Wyatt Barnes, I suppose we’d only be eating raw at now."
"Unfortunately, his chances this ti seem grim. The Fla Tiger is a Fourth-Order Fierce Beast in the Condensed Pill Realm. Its strength isn’t any less formidable than Wyatt’s."
...
So of the youths didn’t believe that Wyatt Barnes could co back.
They all thought that Wyatt Barnes must have been killed by the Fla Tiger.
"You guys are using the fire-starting thod taught to you by Wyatt Barnes and yet still condemn him behind his back. Are you not afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Westyn Morgan’s face darkened when he heard the boys gossiping and he scolded them.
"We are rely stating the facts. Why are you so agitated? If you’re so passionate, why did you abandon Wyatt this afternoon and run back on your own? Coward!"
One of the boys retorted with a sneer.
"What did you say?!"
Westyn Morgan’s eyes flashed red, he stood up abruptly, ready to retaliate.
Just at that mont.
"Westyn Morgan, what’s going on? Why are you so upset..."
Wyatt Barnes had just returned, and saw Westyn Morgan, who was furious on his behalf, Wyatt felt touched.
"Wyatt Barnes, you’re back!"
Mustafa Rowan rejoiced.
"What, were you hoping that I’d get eaten by those Fla Tigers?"
Wyatt joked.
"Of course not."
Mustafa quickly shook his head.
"It’s good that you’re back."
Seeing that Wyatt Barnes had returned, Remi Sinclair breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mustafa, you go gather so firewood. Remi, let’s deal with these Cloud Leopards together... Wyatt, you’ve been busy all day, take a good rest, just wait for the al."
Westyn Morgan assigned tasks.
He also noticed that Wyatt seed sowhat weary.
"Well, I’m going to enjoy this proper rest."
Wyatt replied with a smile.
He had consud quite a bit of ntal energy inscribing the ’Blood Inscription’, and now he could finally rest.
Under the busyness of Remi and the others, the bonfire rose quickly, filling the air with the aroma of roasting at.
"Wyatt, were those Fla Tigers tough? They chased you all afternoon and wore you out like this."
Westyn Morgan asked as he roasted the at.
Remi and Mustafa also looked at Wyatt, full of curiosity.
"Don’t ntion it! Those Fla Tigers, shortly after you guys left, I managed to lure them away... I’m just unlucky, the direction I lured the Fla Tigers towards was deeper into the Sunset Ranges, as a result, I was chased by a Thorn Mink for an entire afternoon, and almost couldn’t make it back."
Wyatt replied, lying on the ground, comfortably closing his eyes, while casually stretching his legs.
Of course, he didn’t ntion the truth.
He made up a random excuse.
"Thorn Mink?"
The faces of Remi, Mustafa and the others changed drastically.
A group of boys not too far away also turned pale.
Even Jaz Martinez, the instructor of the Third Squad, could not resist showing his concerns.
The Thorn Mink is a Fifth-Order Fierce Beast in the Condensed Pill Realm, which, due to its small size, has a significant advantage and is considered a cream of the crop among the Fifth-Order Fierce Beasts...
Especially the speed of the Thorn Mink, fast as lightning.
It could even compare to a Fifth-Order warrior who has mastered the higher-tier Profound Level martial arts techniques.
"You actually managed to escape from the Thorn Mink?"
Westyn Morgan swallowed hard.
Including Jaz Martinez, everyone, including the other fifteen boys, were listening attentively...
Obviously, they all wanted to know how Wyatt managed to escape from the Thorn Mink.
In their eyes, this seed sowhat unbelievable.
Isn’t Wyatt a Fourth-Order warrior in the Condensed Pill Realm?
"I got lucky. The Thorn Mink seed to have sustained an injury to its leg, so its speed was only on par with mine... Otherwise, I would be dead in the Sunset Ranges."
Wyatt made an ’I was so scared’ expression.
"Well, then you really are lucky."
Remi and the others breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy for Wyatt.
"So, that’s how it is."
The rest of the boys from the Third Squad nodded in understanding upon hearing this.
This way, everything made sense.
In contrast to the calmness in their squad...
Everything was chaotic in the First Squad!
Why?
The instructor of the First Squad vanished from the face of the earth!
"Where’s the instructor?"
The boys in the First Squad looked at each other, uncertain.
"Could this be part of the training?"
Many of them speculated.
"Walter, what do you think?"
A few boys turned to look at a boy in red nad Walter Simmons.
With a somber expression, Walter held a sheathed long sword. Hearing the boys’ questions, he coolly shook his head, "I don’t know."
"It seems like this is also part of the Genius Camp’s training content... The instructor suddenly leaving also ans that our training has officially begun."
A boy in a blue outfit held his head high and has the expression of ’I knew it all along’ on his face.
"What do you an?"
The other boys asked, puzzled.
"Can’t you see? The instructor isn’t missing, he intentionally hid... He deliberately loosened his control over us, wanting to see whether we can survive independently in the wild."
The boy in the blue outfit said confidently.
"Tsk, it’s just your personal speculation."
So boys didn’t care about his words.
"Humph! How so, don’t you agree with ? Or do you think soone as powerful as our instructor would go missing in the Sunset Ranges?"
The boy in the blue outfit snorted and shot back.
"The instructor could not have gone missing."
This ti, Walter surprisingly opened up, "A centurion of the Iron Blood Army is a warrior that is at least an Eighth-Order in the Condensed Pill Realm."
"Did you hear what Walter said? We are still here, how can an Eighth-Order Condensed Pill Realm warrior disappear? What a joke!"
The boy in the blue outfit laughed proudly.
"It seems that the instructor’s departure might really be a part of the upcoming training... I hope he cos back soon. Without the instructor around, I feel a little uneasy."
A boy muttered apprehensively.
While the boys of the First Squad were in disarray, Wyatt Barnes was eating his fill...
Completely putting the matter of him slaying the instructor of the First Squad out of his mind.
Over the next two months.
Every night, the young boys from the Third Squad had to face several waves of Fierce Beasts attacking them...
During the day, they completed tasks.
Ti went by, swift like a white horse crossing a gap.
Out of the three months of training, only three days are left now.
At this mont, among the group of young boys in the Third Squad, including the four led by Wyatt Barnes, only eleven remained.
One more had to be eliminated!
Things were the sa between the four led by Wyatt Barnes.
The remaining seven, though they had always cooperated, had already begun to suspect each other...
They all knew that the person to be eliminated next would definitely co from their group.
"They’ll probably start fighting amongst themselves."
Westyn Morgan watched the seven boys in the distance and laughed.
"Westyn, from the sound of your voice, it seems like you’re delighted at this misfortune."
Wyatt Barnes shook his head and smiled.
"Of course, once they’ve eliminated one more person, we can finally leave this godforsaken place."
Westyn Morgan stated matter-of-factly.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, the look on Wyatt Barnes’ face changed slightly, his powerful spirit barely sensed sothing.
Remi Sinclair’s eyebrows also knitted together, his ’instinct’ sensed danger.
"What’s wrong?"
Westyn Morgan and Mustafa Rowan looked at Wyatt Barnes in confusion.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
Before Wyatt Barnes had a chance to speak-
The earth trembled and the mountain shook!
The earth’s movent was accompanied by strange roars from deep within the Sunset Mountain range.
Suddenly, a group of Fierce Beasts appeared before them.
"Oh no, it’s a beast tide!"
Jaz Martinez’s face turned pale. He dashed towards the exterior of the Sunset Mountain range, shouting, "Run!"
With the instructor gone, Wyatt Barnes and the others did not dare to be slow.
"Go!"
Wyatt Barnes’ face hardened. With a gust of wind under his feet, his Origin Force surged.
Serpent Body Movent!
Taking the lead, Wyatt trailed behind Jaz Martinez.
However, Jaz Martinez, having raced off at full speed, soon left Wyatt far behind.
Remi Sinclair, Westyn Morgan, and Mustafa Rowan, closely followed Wyatt Barnes and escaped the Sunset Mountain range without incident.
"Pant...pant...pant..."
Except for Wyatt Barnes, who was calm and composed, Remi Sinclair was slightly out of breath, while Westyn Morgan and Mustafa Rowan were hunched over, gasping for air...
"Thank God I managed to break into the third layer of the Condensed Pill Realm half a month ago; otherwise, I might not have survived."
Thinking back on the scene, Westyn Morgan had a lingering fear.
At this mont, four more youngsters from the Third Squad ca out...
There was a common point among these four youngsters.
They were all warriors of the third layer of the Condensed Pill Realm.
The last two, however, were only second layer warriors of the Condensed Pill Realm and were left forever in the Sunset Mountain range.
The last eleven youngsters in the Third Squad were now reduced to nine.
"If we were a bit slower, we all would’ve been left back there. It’s said that such beast tides are led by relatively low-level Fierce Beasts followed by a group of powerful ones, including those at the Original Pill Realm."
Remi Sinclair said, looking terrified.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
...
Just then, several figures erged from the Sunset Mountain range.
Three figures at the front were the other three centurions.
Following them were several young boys.
Simon Davies and Tiggi Field were among them.
The youngsters from the Second, Fourth, and Fifth Squads were also few.
The number of youngsters who survived from each squad did not exceed ten.
The Fifth Squad was the worst off, with only four remaining.
"Where’s the First Squad?"
After the four centurions gathered and noticed that there had been no movent in the Sunset Mountain range all day, they exchanged glances.
"First squad..."
Wyatt Barnes looked on, intrigued.
Could the mbers of the first squad still be in the Sunset Mountain range?
Wasn’t their instructor supposed to have ’disappeared’ almost three months ago?
Sunset Mountain range, the dwelling place of the First Squad.
Facing the surging tide of beasts.
"Damn, it’s a beast tide."
The faces of the group of youngsters turned pale.
"In three days, the first round of training will be over. It’s strange that a beast tide would co during this ti."
"Could it be that the instructor who disappeared for nearly three months deliberately led the beast tide here? Does he want to eliminate three more of us from the thirteen left?"
"It must be like this!"
"So do we run or not?"
"Since it is a beast tide led by the instructor, there should not be any powerful beasts. We only need to kill them."
"Right, if we run, we might get eliminated."
"Let’s charge!"
...
A group of youngsters from the First Squad, fueled with courage, charged towards the surging beast tide, engaging in battle.
Walter Simmons also joined in.
One sword, one beast...
He made it look incredibly easy
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a strange roar reached Walter Simmons’ ears and his face changed drastically.
Whoosh!
Walter did not hesitate and, with a quick movent, shot out of the Sunset Mountain range...
At the sa ti, catching his breath, he warned,
"Run! It’s the seventh-order Fierce Beast ’Thunder Lion’!"
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