Goblin Dependency
Chapter 130 - 90: Genus and Species_2

Chapter 130: Chapter 90: Genus and Species_2

——After becoming a Beginner, it’s no longer needed.

Although I once saw online in a past life that many professional athletes have similar "ice baths," these are usually used after intense exercise to relieve muscle fatigue and speed up body recovery.

It’s completely different from what I’m doing.

He’s not clear about the specific principles involved. After all, without precise measuring instruments and not being an expert in the field, having a vague understanding of his current training direction is already quite commendable.

As for the rest...

Let’s just say,

don’t meddle in the affairs of a fantasy world.

"Hoo..."

His chest heaves as he exhales a long breath.

The long white mist that flows out from between his lips and teeth faintly reveals a few crystalline ice points.

He reaches out to touch his waist, abdomen, and thighs; the skin temperature has returned to normal.

Knowing the cold has been exhausted, continuing practice would yield little effect.

Xia Nan turns around and walks in the direction of the camp.

He needs a barbarian to recharge him.

...

...

The biting cold wind, like thousands of blades, slashes at the man’s rough and tough skin.

In the gaps between Ice Rock, the embers of charred firewood glimmer faintly, the burned-out pine resin turns to ash, merging with the snowflakes.

Pale Bone Spurs pierce through the thick fur coat, the mouth filled with a strong metallic smell of blood.

"They’re still here."

A totem tangled in thorns, in the pale dim light, condenses into an aged and illusory figure.

"Biting frost, death will not come."

"Clan Leader..." The rough man sitting paralyzed in a pool of blood whispers hoarsely, his wolfskin cloak stained with crimson.

"Let the ashes be born as snow; the ancestors’ Heroic Spirits protect you above the stones, my child."

Thin as threads of mold, fingertips glowing like the light beneath winter clouds, pierce through the leather coat, gently touching his chest.

"Live on, bearing the name of the Frost Throat Clan."

"Frogon."

...

"Crack!"

The fibers of the branches suddenly burst with a sharp sound under the burning flames.

In Frogon’s ice-blue eyes akin to a frozen lake, an almost imperceptible ripple rises.

He lifts his head, his gaze looking toward the edge of the camp.

In the swaying bushes, a figure carrying Dual Swords struggles to tear through the surrounding thorny bushes, having some difficulty extricating himself.

Tightening the bag hanging by his waist, Xia Nan greets the person while walking into the camp.

The barbarian before him, unchanged as always.

The firelight reflecting in his eyes, without any superfluous movements and without making any sound.

Just sitting silently beside the campfire like a block of ice.

Already used to it, the two days of contact gave Xia Nan a preliminary impression of this powerful high-level Professional beside him.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the distinctive fur attire and the surname rich with tribal flavor,

he would never have thought the man was a barbarian.

After all, in the eyes of the world, this type of race symbolizing primal and ruggedness releases power rooted in rage and nature, always intertwined with words like "reckless," "straightforward," "brutal."

Yet at this moment, Frogon sitting beside Xia Nan, appears like a piece of Ice Rock encasing fury, suppressing all fiery and restless energy beneath chilling cold.

And, should there come a day when the flames fiercely ignite, melting the thick ice layer, the terrifying fury beneath, enough to melt Gold and stone, will reemerge.

"Finished?"

A deep and heavy voice comes from ahead.

Surprised by the proactive conversation, Xia Nan quickly gulps down the warm water in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled cold air, pointing to the diminishing ice crystals in the air.

"Yeah, it’s used up."

Then, what followed was the classic silence.

Oddly enough, even though he initiated the conversation, he falls silent after Xia Nan’s response.

Which makes Xia Nan feel awkward.

But he is used to it as well.

He knows that the other isn’t ignoring him or pretending not to respond, it’s just his nature.

At least for the past two days, when asking him questions about Battle Skills, Frogon was very thorough in his teachings.

While he didn’t answer every question, he often helped Xia Nan through actions to find the sticking points easily.

From start to finish, calm and reticent as if every bit of fury was veiled by the frost he exudes.

Having trained hard around the camp all day, thinking of taking a brief rest.

Xia Nan also didn’t rush to have him replenish the cold air.

As he patiently maintained his Beheading Longsword while carrying some hesitation and curiosity, he tentatively asked: