Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 91 - 70 The Only Way, Muscle Freak_3

Chapter 91: Chapter 70 The Only Way, Muscle Freak_3

But he couldn’t contend with the size of his companion and had to stop reluctantly to listen intently for a moment.

A strange hue arose on the face of the red-nosed man after a short while.

"Hey... does it sound like a wail?"

"I guess so, it sounds like it to me."

The grey-eyed strongman became instantly excited.

"Don’t run anymore. This is most likely two advanced magic beasts fighting each other, now they’re both injured – it’s the perfect time for us to swoop in..."

The grey-eyed strongman’s eyes gleamed, his face lit with a fervent glow.

"Two dead bodies of advanced magic beasts... How many magic stones would that fetch?

How much is the tiny stash that you saw someone hiding worth?"

"Stop talking."

The red-nosed man rubbed his nose ferociously and said sternly, "A great wizard once said, wealth always belongs to the brave... Let’s go!"

The grey-eyed strongman chuckled, and the two of them abandoned their route of escape and started heading toward the direction of the roaring.

The closer they approached, the clearer they could hear the noise coming from there.

It was indeed the sound of a battle, accompanied by the wails of magic beasts.

From the frequency, the battle seemed to be drawing to an end; the wails were getting weaker.

"Just perfect... waiting for us to collect the bodies!"

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the thrilled and ecstatic look in each other’s eyes.

Nothing was more delightful than a pie falling from the sky.

It was not uncommon for advanced magic beasts to fight each other, and they were lucky to have stumbled upon it today.

With eager anticipation, they followed the strong stench of blood in the air and finally... stepped into the battlefield.

However, as they looked up at the scene in front of them, both men were suddenly frozen, as if they had been hit by a petrification spell, losing all ability to move.

The conditions of the battlefield were as gruesome as they had imagined—

A giant python over twenty meters long and two meters thick, covered in blue scales with spines along its back, lay motionless on the snowy ground, a large expanse of dark blue blood spreading from its body, forming thick ice frost from the cold it emanated.

A four-armed monkey beast, massive like a small hill, with reddish fur, its chest heaving like a bellows, spouting copious amounts of blood as if it cost nothing, utterly feeble...

However.

There was a third presence on this battlefield!

And it was this unexpected third party that shocked the two men to a halt.

This third party between the two advanced zero rank magic beasts, the rulers of the jungle... was a man!

A man strong and sturdy beyond measure.

He stood with his back to them, atop the corpse of the four-armed monkey beast, his upper body naked and blood-soaked.

His long hair, stained dark red with blood, casually hung behind him, and his muscles twisted like ancient tree roots emitted wafts of white steam, as if hot waves were hitting them.

This figure held a longsword in one hand, wrapped in a faint blue flame, slowly pulling the sword out from the chest of the four-armed monkey, mysterious energies flowing along the dark blade...

Seeming to hear the noise the two men made, he slightly turned his cheek...

His face, covered in blood, was indistinguishable, and the red-nosed pair could only see a pair of cold, gem-like azure eyes.

"Run.. run!"

The red-nosed man trembled out a word from his throat, which then turned into a heart-wrenching scream.

Both felt their faces go pallid, their chests filled with immense terror and fear; their minds went blank with only the thought to flee remaining.

This wasn’t a fight where two advanced magic beasts were both badly hurt...

Clearly, someone had taken on both advanced zero rank magic beasts alone and slaughtered them!

Black Robe?!

Monster?!

Barbarian Wizard?!

Who knows, but certainly it was an existence ten times more terrifying than an advanced magic beast!

...

"Now me... cough cough..."

Watching the two fleeing grey robed wizards scrambling away in panic, Ronan cleared his throat vigorously, trying to regain his once clear and bright voice.

"Do I really look that scary now?"

"Cough cough cough!"

"Damn it!"

Ronan felt helpless.

He felt as if even his vocal cords had developed muscles.