Above The Sky

"The strength is not small. Is it the activation of the silent power triggered by the awakening of psionic energy? It's really amazing."

He was surprised by the talent of the white child, and also recognized the other party's choice: "The riverside jungle in the west of the city is the territory of the local indigenous people, and there are many ferocious beasts. The recent changes are about to happen, the beasts are violent, and the indigenous people even have a temporary camp there. , go over there to dispose of the corpse, and there is almost no life."

"Although the official road is not bad, but after a period of time, the reinforcements requested by the local Viscount will arrive, and the body is hidden there, and there is a high chance that it will be discovered by passing soldiers or sublime people. At that time, a seven or eight-year-old man Children also have no control over their own destiny."

"Only the lake forest in the east of the city, although there are many people coming and going on weekdays, but they are only fixed on a few roads, and the corpses will soon be eaten by various beasts and ants. It is the safest in combination."

"This should have been a good plan before the murder, otherwise, the correct decision would not have been made so quickly."

And next, the boy's actions when he noticed that there were beasts prying on him made the old knight even more amazed.

——Beasts do not have the concept of weapons, pitchforks, spears, sharp swords and long knives are human teeth and claws.

The boy held the pitchfork in both hands and the underside of the fork with one hand. It seemed that he actively shortened the attack distance, making the beast eager to try, but in fact, he could extend the attack at any time and pierce his claws more advantageously.

This knowledge, even ordinary soldiers do not have.

"Either it's a family background, or it's really talented!"

Seeing this, the old knight already knew that he didn't need to look any further. The fork that the boy was about to stab out had at least 150 to 200 pounds of strength, which was already enough to meet the strength standards of adolescents. Potential activation brought about by psionic awakening.

A mere stunted Lin Leopard is just a big cat, and it is impossible to defeat a quasi-psionic master who has prepared everything and has fighting skills.

And it is.

The white-haired boy stepped forward, and at the moment when Lin Bao was slightly hesitant because of the corpse, he suddenly stabbed his 'sharp claws'.

The pitchfork brought a gust of wind.

I can't imagine why the beast whose sharp claws of the erect ape would suddenly grow long in front of him was pierced through the neck in an instant.

The deliberately sharpened prong took the boy's weight and slammed it into the ground!

Without even the strength to howl, the female leopard's world fell into darkness.

"It's so simple, I don't even need sleep powder..."

The jungle echoed with his own words. Ian, who killed Lin Leopard, wiped the sweat from his forehead. He took a deep breath: "Is this the danger in the vision horizon...Is something wrong?"

A forest leopard is indeed dangerous. Although it is not a threat to adults who can fight a brown bear in the world of Terra, it is definitely a killer for children.

He was able to kill the opponent himself entirely because of his polearms and skills, as well as the temptation brought by the corpse of his cheap uncle to the beast.

"It's good to die, the corpse helped a lot."

Ian nodded with such relief, he activated his psionic power and looked around the surrounding jungle.

Then, just out of caution, the white-haired boy opened his eyes.

"What, what?!"

At this moment, when he turned on his ability, he saw blood and gold.

The golden halo stood on the side, as majestic and firm as a mountain peak, and a dim blood-colored halo was quietly approaching, like a ghost, following the shadow and cover of the woods and approaching quickly. !

Boom!

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, without any hesitation, Ian pulled out the pitchfork from the corpse of Lin Leopard, and then, with his fastest speed and greatest strength, plunged straight into the red shadow that was still quietly lurking!

At this moment, in the lake forest, the natives who were sneaking in the jungle and preparing to capture Ian were thinking.

He couldn't understand why there would be a child wandering around here with a corpse. Harrison Port has few caravans recently, but there should be no shortage of food to the point of cannibalism like them, not to mention that the other party doesn't seem to want to be in the woods. Appearance of a meal.

But who cares about him, the tribe is in urgent need of a child of this age as a sacrifice. He originally just wanted to tame a forest leopard.

And just when he was about to make a move, the short stature aboriginal hunter, who was not much taller than Ian, was stunned to see that Ian seemed to know where he was, so he came straight with a pitchfork!

"Roar!"

With a roar, the hunter immediately exited the stealth state that needed to suppress strength and speed by virtue of the breathing changes when making the sound. He lifted his strength and launched a surprise attack.

Redwood forest natives are generally undernourished and short in stature, but this also makes them light on foot and easy to hide, making them the best hunters in the jungle.

Although the pitchfork of the white boy is not at the level of his age, it is enough to bully beasts, but it is not difficult to escape. He has already clenched the Short Sword in his hand, and in the next moment, he will stick to the boy's. On his side, his tendons were cut off and brought back to the tribe as a sacrifice.

But who knows, that swift stab was just a pretense.

The hunter, who was about to get close, suddenly felt lost in front of him, and was covered with a handful of fragrant flour.

"what!"

If you lose your eyesight in an instant, maybe a senior combat expert can calmly judge the situation, but how can an ordinary native have such a determination? The hunter was in a hurry, and his strength was exhausted.

So the next moment, he felt a pain in his chest.

Still dripping blood, deliberately sharpened, the sharp pitchfork penetrated his body, and Ian's eyes were ruthless, he continued to exert force, the whole person's strength and weight were pressed, and the hunter was completely nailed to the ground, fork head. Not in the soil.

"Cough...cough!!"

But the hunter hadn't died yet. The severe pain and the fear of dying made the adrenal hormones secrete rapidly. The hunter continued to struggle. He waved the obsidian knife in his hand and slashed hard, and it was about to stab Ian's neck.

This blow came too fast. Ian had to maintain the pitchfork's suppression on the hunter, and he couldn't let go and retreat for a while, but he tilted his body so that the knife could not be inserted into his neck, and could only cut his arm at most.

It is impossible not to get hurt, and since that's the case, it's better to reduce the damage to a minimum!

And right now.

A hand stretched out and fell like lightning.

It is like a steel pliers, its broad palm pinches the wrist of the native hunter holding the knife, and the huge force makes the native loosen the handle of the knife in an instant, allowing the obsidian knife to come out.

"Well done, boy."

The words of appreciation sounded, followed by the miserable howl of the native hunter, and the sound of smashing bones.

Ian, who was still panting, raised his head, with confusion and a hint of surprise, he looked in the direction of the sudden voice, to the owner of the hand.

For the first time, the boy did not see a dusty, slightly old man, nor did he notice the expression of admiration or even surprise on the other's face.

All he could see was a pure, bright, and even vaguely crystal clear mist.

The golden haze swirls around, releasing a scent called 'goodwill'.