Chapter 6
“Young Master Chen, the Wind Move Guard won’t be at your side to protect you during the hunt. Are you sure you’ll participate in it?” the Second Elder asked Jiang Chen when he saw him coming. He didn’t mean to offend him, but he just had to clarify. There was no expression on his face when he was speaking.
But the question made many people laugh quietly. They were curious to hear Jiang Chen’s answer.
“Sure,” Jiang Chen said.
The Second Elder nodded. “Ok. Then join the team please.”
Jiang Chen went towards the disciples. It was interesting that those standing closest to him couldn’t help stepping back.
“How tough Young Master Jiang is! Almost a dead duck, but still comes to hunt. Hopefully he wouldn’t be lifted out of the mountain in the end,” a very harsh voice was heard from the disciples.
Most people were only gossiping in a low voice, but this man scorned Jiang Chen to his face, which was quite surprising.
“What’s the point in talking about this?”
In a sorrowful atmosphere the two of them found a beast of the soldier level in sight.
One of them took a long arrow out of his bag and put it on the bow. He did this at a stretch. He kept a sharp eye out for anything unusual, so that he could pull the bowstring right away when it was necessary.
“It should be fine. It’s only a soldier level,” the other one said.
Jiang Chen felt weird when he was watching the wild wolf in front of him. He had never killed anything in his days in the Sacred Zone, since he was unable to.
Until today. The living creature he was facing should be the weakest.
He had a subtle feeling that everything had started over again.
He was holding a scimitar in his hand, which was specially prepared for the hunting disciples. He could have chosen a bow and arrow as a second weapon, but he thought it was too much.
He thought of the advice of his father of his previous life.
“Calm down. Nothing can beat you if you focus.”
He could smell the stench in the wolf’s mouth and was sure that this beast wouldn’t mind his identity or be afraid of the Jiang Mansion. It would bite his throat once it got the chance.
This idea gave him a cold chill.
“Is he frightened?”
“It’s his first time after all.”
The two guards didn’t know that what Jiang Chen was feeling wasn’t fear, but excitement. A desire for blood that he had been longing for was awakening in him.
The wild wolf launched itself with all of its strength, flinging soil behind it as it ran. As fast as a lightning, it threw itself on Jiang Chen.
The bowstring of the Wind Move Guard had already been pulled back.
At this moment, Jiang Chen raised his scimitar.
With a scream, the wolf fell to the ground from the air. It was cramping and was soon covered in its own blood.
A fatal strike.