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Chapter 915 - 915 472 Qi Breakthrough Ultimate Fighter Opportunity

Chapter 915: 472 Qi Breakthrough Ultimate Fighter Opportunity (4300) Chapter 915: 472 Qi Breakthrough Ultimate Fighter Opportunity (4300) Blue skies and fluffy white clouds painted a serene landscape, the brightness intensifying through the gaps between clouds. Waves of air danced across the sky, transforming it into an expansive, tumultuous ocean. Streams of sunlight turned into thin, golden beams in human sight, extending from the mountains all the way to the dense woods, and finally reaching Mirror Lake. The lake’s surface, glittering and reflective, echoed the green lushness of the dense woods around it.

At a glance, the touch of green seemed to cover the mountain’s surface and stretch into the lake where it continued to thrive under the water.

It was indeed a rare sight, no wonder the towns near Ming Mountain and Mirror Lake later became famous tourist destinations for summer retreats; after all, the foundation was already there.

Splash, splash…

Ahigh the gleaming waters of Mirror Lake, several small white boats quietly rocked, with faint silhouettes of people moving about them. These were fishermen from the small town near the lake, their livelihood primarily dependent on fishing in Mirror Lake. Sometimes, they also took tourists from the city around the lake.

With a smack, a plump lake fish was scooped up. The dark-skinned fishermen, tanned from sun and wind, were overjoyed and began to brag to their companions. However, his joy was short-lived, as a rustle, like birds being startled, suddenly echoed from the nearby dense woods.

A swarm of black bats burst out of the woods, moving exceedingly fast.

Under the sunlight, these grotesque and ugly bats appeared. They were considerably larger than common bats, with pointed beaks and tusks, and their blood-thirsty red eyes made them seem highly aggressive.

Splash…

More groups of bats flew out from the woods, soaring in the high skies.

Suddenly, the fishermen on the boats showed panic on their faces. Their town, situated near Mirror Lake and the Alfama Mountains, was rife with legends of mountain demons. It was said that the Alfama Mountains harbored half-human, half-bat monsters that loved to feed on human blood and possessed immense strength. The appearance of these monsters was heralded by a large swarm of blood-sucking bats scouring for prey.

“Jump into the river!!!” a seasoned fisherman yelled out loud.

Immediately, several people jumped into the water. But the dark-skinned fisherman, who had been delayed by putting away the fish, was slow to react.

The huge swarm of bats swooped down from the sky and enveloped him, lifting him into the sky. Among the black bats, a shadowy half-human figure from the Blood Clan could be seen faintly. It grabbed the fisherman single-handedly, ignoring his struggles and pleas, and bit directly into a major artery. Just as it tore the artery and blood spilled out, the pale-faced member of the Blood Clan spat out in disgust. With its sharply nailed hands, it tore the fisherman apart in mid-air, brutally killing him.

Chunks of the corpse fell splashingly into the water.

“Phew, such stinky, awful-tasting blood. Indeed, none of these tough-skinned are any good; only the soft-skinned young girls are truly delectable…”

The Blood Clan member, indifferent in mid-air, glanced once over the lake surface, killing a fisherman as if he were squashing an insignificant ant.

It raised its hand and flew toward the plain on the west side of Mirror Lake.

The other groups of bats followed closely behind.

Half a minute later, the many fishermen who had jumped into the water climbed back onto their boats. They were gasping heavily, pallid faces filled with a sense of relief from having narrowly escaped death. A few of them showed sorrow; clearly, they knew the man who had been killed.

“Peter, why were you just a step slow to jump? If only you’d been a bit quicker, you wouldn’t have…” an old fisherman shook his head, his gaze turning toward Peter’s boat, where half the boat was stained red, with some gruesome chunks of blood and internal organs emitting a stench of blood.

“Sigh…” sighed a nearby fisherman. Mostly because of Peter’s death, but also for themselves. Such monsters existed in the Alfama Mountains, capable of easily slaughtering a living being as easily as crushing an ant. If it had been them, they probably would have had no choice but to comply, like fish on a chopping board.

A sense of helplessness, danger, and horror began to surge in their hearts.

Suddenly, near Mirror Lake, at the place where the bats had swiftly departed, a series of heavy, forceful footsteps advanced in this direction.

The numerous fishermen, jittery as startled birds, started to panic; some didn’t even look and prepared to jump back into the water. The leading old fisherman turned his head, only to find that it wasn’t the bat monsters returning.

Instead, it was a group of youth hunters dressed in gray hunting clothes, charging toward them. Each bristled with energy and high morale, equipped with metal weapons, their blue eyes resolutely focused.

Beyond these young hunters, the background turned utterly black.

It felt like a dense, oppressive dark cloud, heavy with a sense of impending explosion.

Several men clad in black, burly and robust, marched with purposeful strides, their hard leather boots leaving deep impressions in the mud. Some wore fist guards, others had cross swords or beheading knives slung on their backs, all clad in streamlined attire. A sharp, blood-dripping red cross logo adorned the chest area of their clothes.

Compared to the leading youth hunters, the men in black were visibly stronger and taller. Each stood well over one eighty, with bulging muscles and rough, powerful palms. Below their necks, there were sinister black tattoos, exuding a fierce temperament.