Chapter 130

127: Ghost Shadow Step, defeat the Gnoll Sword Saint!

In the forest.

By the side of a lake.

A gnoll wearing a linen robe was sitting cross-legged, with a water bottle placed beside it, a sword laid horizontally on its knees, and it was holding black bread in its hand, eating it bite by bite.

"Do you want to eat too?"

The gnoll suddenly spoke with a smile.

In front of it, a little bird was tilting its head and staring at it.

The gnoll smiled, its voice gentle. "Since you want to eat, then I'll give it to you."

After speaking, it pinched the bread in its hand into little grains and handed them to the little bird.

The bird immediately lowered its head and began to peck.

The gnoll gently stroked the bird for a while, picked up the water bottle, filled it with water, took a sip, and then slowly stood up, preparing to leave.

Suddenly,

it seemed to have sensed something, turned its head to look behind it, and a happy expression appeared on its face. "Hello, human."

"Hello."

Chen Ang walked over, curiously looking at the gnoll in front of him.

To be honest, he did know about the gnoll race; it was a race similar to goblins, equally weak.

If one really had to compare, it might actually only be slightly stronger than a goblin.

But the gnoll in front of him was somewhat special.

In Chen Ang's perception, it was very strong.

Although not as strong as him.

But even so, it was very rare to see.

One must know that ordinary gnolls in front of Chen Ang today could be said to be like ants, which could be easily crushed to death.

"No wonder it can be called a Sword Saint."

Chen Ang murmured in his heart.

The gnoll spoke, happily. "Let me introduce myself; I come from a distant world; while being a gnoll, I am also a swordsman; my name is Qiefeng."

"Qiefeng? A good name."

Chen Ang nodded, also smiling and introducing himself. "My name is Chen Ang, a talented individual."

"A talented individual? Sure enough, this is a good place; there are the strong ones I want to find."

Apparently, Qiefeng had heard of the name of talented individuals; after hearing Chen Ang's words, his eyes lit up, and he said, "I wonder if Mr. Chen Ang can have a battle with me?"

"Since I left my hometown, I have wandered through various worlds; what I seek is to find the strong, hone my swordsmanship, and become stronger through it."

"Although I haven't fought with you, I can feel that you are very strong."

"So, I want to spar with you."

Hearing this, Chen Ang didn't refuse, but he didn't agree either, instead crossing his arms and saying, "Sparring with you can help you become stronger, but for me, there is no benefit, it will only waste my time. Not to mention I have urgent matters; to be honest, I don't really want to agree. Or rather, you have to give me a reason to agree to spar with you."

Qiefeng was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he fell into deep thought.

A moment later, he raised his head and apologized. "Mr. Chen Ang, it was my oversight."

"However, over these years, I have traveled to various worlds; some worlds let me grow, some worlds let me experience life and death; aside from danger and growth, there have also been some harvests that I consider quite good."

"If Mr. Chen Ang is willing to spar with me, you can choose one item from these to take away, how about that?"

After speaking, he waved his hand.

Seven or eight items appeared on the ground in front of him, instantly attracting Chen Ang's gaze.

"These are?"

"They are what I collected from various different worlds."

Qiefeng said gently; these items could also be considered witnesses to his growth.

From a gnoll who only knew how to hold a sword, to growing into someone who knew how to use a sword today.

Chen Ang didn't answer.

Instead, he looked at the items on the ground, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

【Ghost Shadow Step.】

【Sacred Dragon Scale.】

【Magic Great Spear forged by dwarves.】

【Heavenly Spirit Fruit.】

【Elf Life Fruit Brew.】

【...】

He had to say, these things were all quite good.

Especially the first one.

It was actually an ancient pattern.

Through the golden finger prompt, Chen Ang understood the function of this skill.

It could be understood as a movement technique, but at the same time, it could also be considered a skill for traveling.

The help for combat improvement was very great.

Besides that, the Sacred Dragon Scale, the magic great spear, etc., were all okay.

And the Heavenly Spirit Fruit went without saying.

The Elf Life Fruit Brew, this thing, it was said to be brewed by elves using life water, much higher-end than any monkey wine or bamboo wine.

These things could be said to have made Chen Ang drool directly.

But he could only choose one.

This made Chen Ang very conflicted.

Fortunately, after careful consideration, Chen Ang made a decision, and immediately a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay, I agree to spar with you."

"However, I do have things to do, so let's decide the outcome in one strike, how about that?"

"Okay."

Seeing Chen Ang agree, a happy expression appeared on Qiefeng's face; he waved his hand to put away all the items and drew his weapon.

A katana that looked extremely sharp.

When the battle was about to begin,

Qiefeng's eyes became serious in an instant, exuding sharpness.

At the same time,

a sharp aura erupted from its body; this aura scraped across a person's body, as if a sword had slashed past, and the skin felt painful.

Seeing this, Chen Ang took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

The next moment,

boom.

The same aura erupted.

Immediately following, black dragon scales completely covered Chen Ang, and blood-red lightning coiled around his body.

A fierce aura carrying terrifying pressure suppressed over.

It even brought strong pressure to Qiefeng.

But an excited expression flowed in Qiefeng's eyes, and he said, "Mr. Chen Ang, come on."

"Okay."

Chen Ang nodded.

For the Qiefeng in front of him, a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

For a gnoll to be able to reach this point was truly rare.

He loosened his right fist, and a cold glint flashed on the sharp dragon claws.

Stepping out, Chen Ang's figure disappeared.

At the same time, Qiefeng's eyes were cold, and he violently swung his weapon, slashing out with one strike.

"Qiefeng!!"