"Sigh, what a big loss."
Ren Zhong sat down heavily on the ground, hugging the spare storage box borrowed from Chen Han, panting heavily.
Beside him, the Alloy Battle Blade lay idly on the ground.
His face alternated between red and white, not from exhaustion, but from anger.
It was now 5:32 in the morning.
The blue sun had yet to rise above the horizon, but a faint glow was visible in the sky.
Dawn was breaking.
Having toiled all night like an ant, Ren Zhong had just finished his final battle for the day.
The corpse of the Blade Mantis lay quietly beside him, colorful tissue fluid seeping from the back of its head.
...
Having roamed the Iron Worm Forest for quite some time, the extremely savage and domineering Blade Mantis was dead. It died as always, utterly lacking the dignity of a Third Level Ruined Beast, humiliated into the dirt.
The pitiful Blade Mantis hadn't even touched Ren Zhong once from start to finish.
