Lightning Jaguar
Grade: Rare
Level: 46
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Lightning Jaguar
Grade: Rare
Level: 32
His brows furrowed at those details, not the level but their grade.
"Rare?" he muttered under his breath. "And still could climb to that level?"
These beasts weren’t Legendary. Not even Epic. Just Rare. And yet, the pressure they exerted was enough to make the air feel charged.
Basically, the system rates the monsters with grades such as Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, and Legendary.
Until now, Lin Fang only thought their potential was tied to their grade. Just looking at his own pets proves that theory. The Direwolfs are of legendary grade and have a level 50 max potential. On the other hand, Tempest is of Epic grade but has a level 40 max potential.
Then how co this rare grade Lightning jaguar has a better potential than his Lightning Pterosaur?
Lin Fang could only feel like there should be more to this grading system.
anwhile, the young man charged forward with a fist, alongside the beast. His fist is crackling with electric sparks, a very rare scene for a monster tar.
The woman, however, jumped high in the air with her leg raised to her head. The larger Jaguar charged forward to push away the younger one.
It was at this mont, the young man caught sight of Zhi Yan by the courtyard gate. A look of surprise appeared on his face. "Yan’er?"
"Where in the hell are you looking, you brat?" The shout from the woman turned his attention, and his face paled for a bit as her kick was about to land on his face.
The sharp heel struck the man right in his forehead, crashing him to the ground with blood spurting out.
"Argh..."
But then in the next second, the wound was closed as if it didn’t exist, and pain subsided, while the younger Jaguar yelped as its forehead split.
Imdiately, dics, guards in sleek black uniforms, rushed in with a stretcher. The younger beast was carefully lifted, its tail twitching weakly.
Lin Fang stood silently beside Zhi Yan as both monster tars turned toward them, waiting until both of them reached.
Zhi Yan bowed slightly, her voice was soft and respectful. "Auntie. It’s been a while."
The older woman nodded with a calm, calculating eye. "You are here." Her voice seed neutral. Then her gaze moved to Lin Fang. "Who is this young man?"
Zhi Yan glanced sideways as she calmly responded. "He is a friend. He wants to register as a Hunter. I ca here for so advice, Auntie."
The woman raised a brow but said nothing for a long mont. Then she spoke. "You don’t have a shred of mana in you, though."
Zhi Yan nodded before Lin Fang could respond. "Yes. He doesn’t. That’s exactly why I brought him here. After all, you know a lot of people in the city, hunters who don’t have mana either."
Lin Fang took a respectful step forward and gave a short, firm bow. "Elder Xiao, I am indeed a plainfolk. But I still wish to beco a hunter."
Jiang Fei, the silver-haired young man, let out a sharp laugh, hearing that. "Without mana, you want to be a Hunter?"
Lin Fang didn’t flinch at that. He simply raised his head and t his gaze. "I’m raising a beast already. It’ll take ti to grow, but one day, it’ll be strong enough to protect . I don’t need ntal commands to guide those I’ve raised with my own hands. I can beco a tar instead."
Jiang Fei stared for a second, then burst into full laughter, tossing his head back. "Hahaha! Yan’er, where did you dig up this fool?"
Zhi Yan’s expression darkened at once.
"Jiang Fei," she said sharply as if her words cut through like a blade. "Don’t you dare talk like that about my friend."
Jiang Fei’s smile faltered at her tone. Even Lin Fang blinked in surprise at her outburst.
Elder Xiao sighed. "Ah Fei’s words are harsh," she said slowly, "but not baseless. Only a fool would try to beco a tar without any mana. Without mana, a tar wouldn’t have complete control over their monsters. Tars aren’t those individuals who just command monsters. They go through a strict evaluation to get their license. They don’t need to be physically and ntally fit; they need to be strong enough to face a monster on their own. And your friend here doesn’t even seem to have much muscle strength. He is bound to fail. Even if he has a slim chance, the Association will do everything they can to fail your friend, unless he possesses an innate soul."
Lin Fang remained still without giving any reaction to her words. However, in his head, he wondered. "I need to check the internet later to find what this innate soul ans, later on."
Zhi Yan, anwhile, bowed deeply to the woman. "I understand. I’m sorry if this seed like a waste of ti. If you do not wish to help, we’ll take our leave."
Before Elder Xiao could respond, she turned with her fingers wrapping around Lin Fang’s hand.
"Co on," she said softly, but firmly. "Let’s go."
Lin Fang didn’t resist.
He simply followed.
Jiang Fei’s gaze darkened as he watched them, especially their hands holding one another.
The girl, who once said that she would marry him after growing up, is now holding hands with soone else, particularly a trash with an unreasonable dream. His blood naturally boiled in anger.
His jaw clenched. "Are looks everything now?" he muttered under his breath, fists curled. "She snarled against for the sake of that trash?"
It was then that the woman spoke aloud. "Wait."
Zhi Yan and Lin Fang stopped, and Jiang Fei also turned to look at his mother.
Elder Xiao stood with her arms crossed. "Young man, since you’re really set on going down that path..." she said to Lin Fang, "I’ll recomnd you to soone."
Lin Fang listened in surprise.
Xiao Ru then said flatly. "His na is Li Changfeng. He’s affiliated with the Zero Guild. Tell him that Xiao Ru sent you. He’ll know what to do."
Zhi Yan’s eyes softened. "Auntie..."
Elder Xiao didn’t look at her. "Just go."
Lin Fang bowed again, this ti lower. "Thank you, Elder."
Zhi Yan followed with her own bow. Then they left the estate together, their pace calm but swift, neither speaking for several minutes as they walked past the gates and climbed into the car.
The wind blew gently over the estate, but it couldn’t quite cool the quiet fire that erupted in Jiang Fei, who watched them leave together.
He clenched his fists tightly. "She can’t fall for him," he muttered again, a tremble in his voice now. "She can’t... there’s no way I will let it happen. Zhi Yan is mine, and whoever cos between us, I’ll..."
Back outside the villa, the engine purred low as Zhi Yan guided the car out of the villa district.
After a few minutes of silence, Zhi Yan spoke, almost hesitantly. "I’m sorry... again, about Jiang Fei. He grew up as the only son in a wealthy household, and he is one of those rare innate souls, so... yeah, he’s used to being condescending."
Lin Fang looked out the window and gave a faint, almost tired smile. "It’s fine. I’ve been called worse."
She glanced sideways at him.
He added softly, "I bore so many insults over the years. His attitude didn’t dent a shred of my pride. So, no worries."
The words ca out light, almost casual. But they carried weight.
Or at least in the eyes of Zhi Yan. She felt like Lin Fang didn’t look angry or even hurt. He looked as if the insult had dulled through repetition.
Zhi Yan gripped the steering wheel tightly. Her jaw clenched, but she didn’t respond imdiately. She didn’t know how to respond at the mont. Should she make a joke and lighten the mood, or should she console him? In the end, she beca silent.
The silence followed between them again, atleast for an hour, until the skyline changed as the Guild District ca into view.
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