Zane pressed on with his experint—more of a hit-and-trial approach, he thought.
The carnage didn’t stop. Everything he punched beca either minced at or a crimson pool.
"This isn’t working. The System’s right... those 2000 points are too good for a simple quest. This is going to be tough," he muttered. "Sothing’s missing here. I only used 3,454 kilograms... so why is the result always the sa?"
A thought crossed his mind.
If it’s not just about weight... maybe my arm muscles are too used to heavy loads. Even when I reduce the weight, the inertia still adds apparent force. My punch might be carrying strength I can’t fully tone down. Then... what if I slap instead?
Spotting his next target—a massive red bull with attributes close to 3,490—he activated his movent skill.
"Luminous Step!"
In a flicker, he appeared in front of the beast. The bull snorted, exhaling red flas.
"Sorry, buddy. No need to make this harder than it has to be. Let’s try fifty percent of my internal load in my palm."
His open hand struck the bull’s flank.
Bang!
The bull exploded into a shower of gore.
"Ah, whatever... these Early-Stage One-Star beasts are too weak for ."
Without hesitation, he moved deeper into the woods, slapping every beast he found. Each strike detonated its target like an overripe fruit under a sledgehamr.
Spectators—hidden teachers, senior students, and those watching via drone—were stunned. To them, Zane’s palm looked like a weapon of mass destruction, and the hulking beasts might as well have been waterlons.
Bored of slapping, he switched to kicking. The results didn’t change. Whether punch, slap, or kick—everything died instantly.
The first wave ended with one last beast eting its end under Zane’s boot.
Asphalt appeared beside him.
"Bro, are you always this strong?"
"What?" Zane glanced at him.
"I an, every punch, slap, and kick you do turns beasts into minceat. My guess? You’ve got a Physique-type bloodline."
"Nah," Zane lied without blinking. "Just a special body enhancent skill for my muscles and bones. That’s all."
"That’s brutal. You should tone it down, man."
"I’ll keep that in mind."
Henry Bloodgale arrived, hands dripping red. He licked the blood from his fingers.
"This is getting boring. Feels like cutting grass."
Asphalt instinctively stepped back. What’s with him? This kid always makes feel like I’m walking on eggshells.
"How’s your ranking?" Zane asked with a friendly smile.
"5670 now."
"Good for you. I’m still stuck at my earlier rank," Zane replied.
"That’s because we hunt," Asphalt said, "and you... explode them like bombs."
Before Zane could answer, booming roars shook the battlefield—the six towering beasts at the rear were giving new orders.
The sound was like a jolt of pure adrenaline to the horde. Every beast whimpered in response, then their eyes turned blood red.
They went berserk.
The second wave began to move.
This ti, Zane imdiately noticed—every beast in the wave was a Mid-Stage One-Star.
The other students scanned the horde from afar, mana rippling from them. Half of them frowned at the readings. Whispers turned to shouts—suggestions for a joint alliance. Within monts, they had ford one.
"Sure, they’re already here. Leaving without even entering the city would be a sha," Asphalt said with a grin. "Alright, let’s raise our rankings. Sayonara!"
He shot forward, diving into the hunt for corrupted beasts.
The twins spurred their mounts and rode off. Henry grinned at Zane before his figure lted into the shadows, vanishing from sight.
"System, what do I need to complete the first quest? I an, the auxiliary quest?" Zane asked.
[This is your quest. You have to figure it out yourself.]
"Fine," Zane shrugged. "Alright, ti to begin the experint. Luminous Step!"
His figure flickered into the tide of beasts.
This ti, he struck with only ten percent of his load. The result was the sa—each slap detonated its target. But the more he moved, the more he learned. He began to feel the rhythm of each strike, the exact mont where strength t montum in his palm.
Then, finally, a breakthrough—his slap landed on a red bull, and instead of exploding, the beast shuddered. Bones crumbled inside it, and it collapsed.
"Now I get it," Zane muttered, eyes gleaming. "My strength is already around 1500 points, and with the load I’m carrying, every motion—every casual gesture—packs that montum without realizing. That’s where the explosive power cos from. But now... I can ti it. I can hold it back."
He tested it again, striking a leopard. This ti, the beast whimpered and dropped dead without bursting apart.
"Finally, a breakthrough," Zane grinned.
He moved toward an area thick with corrupted beasts, slapping them one after another. Each one cried out once before collapsing. He collected their core stones, working thodically.
Then he switched to punching. The mont his fist connected—boom—back to gore. No control yet. He realized he would need to teach his muscles the sa precision he’d just mastered with his palms.
Before he could finish that experint, the last beast of the wave fell to a joint assault from the other participants.
Then the roars ca again—deep, thundering commands from the six Two-Star beasts at the rear. The final wave began to move.
Zane’s eyes narrowed. Sothing was off.
The beasts should’ve attacked all at once... but those six are holding back, sending waves to test us. They’re learning our fighting styles and strength before committing.
He scanned the battlefield. Many students were injured—so badly—but none withdrew.
"Brave... or just stupid?" he muttered, trotting toward the oncoming horde.
He wasn’t wrong—those six towering beasts were studying them, asuring strength and technique with every wave.
This ti, the horde charged with full force. Every beast was Late-Stage One-Star—several tis stronger than anything in the earlier waves. The ground trembled beneath their advance, and their roars rged into a single wall of sound.
Zane blurred, leaving a streak of light in his wake, and reappeared beside a massive rhino-type beast. Its thick tail lashed at him like a spiked whip, barbs glinting.
He ducked low, closing the gap in a breath, and drove his fist into its flank.
Bang!
The rhino erupted into gore.
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