Chen Jing and the others brought Huang Yuanlong to the scene where they had been.
Huang Yuanlong squatted down to examine the area: "Judging from the footprints and drag marks, the direction of the Mist Thorn Monster's lair is..."
Chen Jing followed his gaze and looked into the distance.
"It's in the direction of the arena, the arena where the Slave Souls were originally located," Chen Jing said.
Dao Nan pondered for a moment: "So, the reason why the Slave Soul left the arena is because its original lair was occupied by the Mist Spike Monster."
“No, that’s impossible,” Huang Yuanlong said. “Unless the Mist Spikes have assembled an entire army. Even then, it’s only a matter of time before the Slave Souls wipe them all out.”
"The slave soul is that strong?" Dao Nan glanced at Chen Jing and remained silent.
“Perhaps not in the arena, but in some other location in that direction, because the slave spirits always make noise that attracts mindless monsters and spirits, so there are quite a few open spaces around there,” Chen Jing said. “A group of mist monsters that ran away from Black Kiln Street settled there.”
“This is an uncertain factor that needs to be dealt with before the hunt,” Huang Yuanlong said.
He turned his head and looked at Li Aidan, who was carrying three corpses and running around. His face was serious and his tone was flat. He said, "Put them down. Leave the corpses here. Cut off the valuable parts of the Mist Thorn Monster and take them with you."
"The most valuable part of the Mist Spike is its tongue, which is a core ingredient for alchemy and medicine making. Next are its claws and carapace, which can be used to make weapons and armor, but they are not very valuable."
Chen Jing listened, then used his Xuan Tie straight sword "Lonely City" to cut off the claws and tongue, placing them in his pack to be distributed later.
As for peeling off the shell, it was too much trouble and not something I could do right now, so I just made a mark with chalk and reluctantly threw it on the ground.
The Mist Spikes' tongues were covered in spikes, which resembled some kind of still-breathing plant, slowly and steadily releasing mist.
The group continued walking, chasing after the trail.
Huang Yuanlong needed to confirm whether there were still Mist Spikes at the lair. If so, and not too many, he would eliminate them to prevent any uncertainties in the subsequent hunting of slave souls.
The group remained silent until they were halfway there, when suddenly Chen Jing heard gunshots.
Bang!
First, a shot.
Then.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A continuous, intense barrage of gunfire came from the end of the direction they were heading.
"That's the arena. Someone encountered an enemy there," Huang Yuanlong said.
"Is it that... slave ghost?" Li Ai asked.
"I hope not," Huang Yuanlong said calmly. "Let's get a closer look."
Chen Jing nodded. Traveling with a cultivator put him under a lot of pressure, as he was constantly worried that he might reveal something and expose that he was also a cultivator.
He took a deep breath and said, "I'll go take a look first. I'm the monster lure, and there's a track we set up over there in the arena."
This means that there might be danger ahead, but Chen Jing is confident he can escape. His confidence comes from the racetrack that his hunting party has prepared in advance at the arena.
Huang Yuanlong nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, and he did not say anything to stop him.
...
After Ju Xingcheng collapsed, the people at the dojo were still in a daze.
Mellorian glanced at it.
There are wooden splinters on its back...
The attack came from behind Ju Xingcheng.
He was attacked after he broke through the crevice.
His attackers were on the outer wall of the arena.
He was telling the truth! There really was some kind of monster that, after noticing them enter, quietly climbed over the high walls of the arena, circled around to the crack at the entrance, and prepared to wipe them all out.
In an extremely short time, as a cultivator at the Body Realm who had mastered the Qi of Battle, relying on the enhancement of tactical thinking and intuition provided by the Qi of Battle, he shouted:
"Don't go near the door!"
"Head towards the center of the arena!"
In his view, this was the right choice. The crack was too narrow, and rushing out rashly would not only cause the team to be crushed and trampled, but would also be subjected to concentrated fire from the mysterious monsters climbing on the outer wall.
He raised his pistol and fired a shot into the air.
This is a warning, a warning to those around them, hoping they can find the core fighting group of the Black Hand to rescue them.
This humiliated Melorian, but only for a moment. He suppressed his shame and led the people toward the center of the arena.
The area was covered with bushes and weeds, and at the roots of these plants were pieces of armor and weapons.
Before they had gone far, several incredibly thin, long-armed monsters with skin like withered wood climbed onto the inner wall of the arena. They opened their mouths and spat out sharp spikes downwards.
Melorian grabbed a suit of armor from the ground with one hand and waved it in the air as a shield to block the wooden spikes that were coming at him. The spikes pierced through the armor, and the armor was already at its last gasp.
He raised his other hand and fired at the withered wooden monster that had appeared.
The Meijing Dojo doesn't just teach swordsmanship and other cold weapons. In fact, the dojo teaches students to use all common military weapons, including pistols, rifles, and grenades. However, sometimes due to limited resources, some poorer students can't practice as many times.
But this absolutely does not include Melorian. As the senior disciple of the Meijing Dojo and the son of the dojo master, he has enough wealth and guidance to practice those weapons.
You can become a sharpshooter by feeding yourself bullets!
Mellorian's counterattack showed him the monsters' amazing agility and physical resilience. It wasn't until he ran out of bullets that Mellorian managed to hit them twice, but both shots were in non-lethal positions and didn't even slow down the monsters.
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