Chapter 321

Bang bang bang!

Dozens of Gurongi seemed to have been struck by an armored vehicle, their bodies cleanly flung into midair by that crimson shadow.

At this moment, they gazed at the ancient runes branded on various parts of their bodies, faces filled with despair.

That day, the Gurongi learned the fear of being dominated by Kuuga.

Blazing flames raged wildly, igniting all the surrounding trees, with explosions erupting everywhere.

Shrieks rose and fell, just as eye‑catching as the explosions shooting skyward.

Every part of Jiang Xia's body became a weapon; even the spirit stone at his waist seemed to sense his soaring fighting spirit.

The spirit stone's energy swiftly circulated through Jiang Xia's entire body; each punch, kick, and move contained that power to destroy everything.

This isn't holding back a normal attack; there are simply no normal attacks—only big moves.

Primeval ancient forest.

"Bang bang bang!"

After annihilating another Gurongi whose face showed fear, Jiang Xia stepped on the scattered Gurongi corpses littering the ground and looked around.

Bright red blood had soaked the soil beneath his feet, and the intensely rich smell of blood, carried by the wind, spread throughout the forest.

Crimson blood droplets fell from Kuuga's scarlet armor, and no Gurongi remained anywhere nearby.

The aftermath of the battle was gruesome beyond compare, looking as if some evil blood‑soaked ritual had just taken place.

This was even more bloody and violent than the Gurongi's killing game, with survival reserved solely for the victor.

Without fighting, there is no way to survive.

These Gurongi were far too weak, merely grunt‑level, about the same as Da Gu Ba despising the weak and clearing out Gurongi—in fact, Da Gu Ba had killed more than Jiang Xia has just now.

The Gurongi are divided into seven ranks: Bei, Zi, Mei, Ge, Nu, La, and En, with the suffix "‑group".

They use a game called "Kiki ru" as their primary means of promotion.

The simplest method is to kill Lin Duo according to the rules, completing the corresponding game with various manners and numbers of deaths, after which promotion is granted.

En is the royal lineage, their belts gold‑yellow; the La group oversees the game, the Nu group handles the count, so the highest one can rise to is the Ge group, then challenge the zero‑number Da Gu Ba; winning inherits the belt and grants great power.

Although the Gurongi that just fought Jiang Xia were numerous, they were merely the weakest Bei group; the witch lurking in Lin Duo village belongs to the Zi group, only slightly stronger than a grunt.

"Looks like they called in the overseers and changed the game's objective to killing Kuuga." Jiang Xia watched the bat‑Gurongi that had survived airborne and spoke. (In Gurongi language)

"Huh? Why would Kuuga speak our tribe's language?" The bat Gurongi, flying tens of meters above, addressed Jiang Xia on the ground.

It thought for a moment, seeing no need to dwell on this—the king's mission was already complete; Kuuga truly is a strong one, the light‑dark game had ended a while ago, and it should satisfy the king's battle lust.

Their king is a cold‑blooded, ruthless battle maniac; all his actions revolve around making himself stronger and fostering stronger enemies, utterly relishing all‑out combat while despising the weak, which is why he acts this way.

"Kuuga, the king expects you to become stronger."

Having said that, it prepared to leave and enjoy its dinner; it had already fulfilled the king's task, and even if it didn't participate in the game, it would still gain fragments of the belt and grow stronger.

Thinking of this, it couldn't help but drool, the foul saliva even dripping from midair; it flapped its wings without restraint, flying toward the Gurongi gathering. "Anyway, Kuuga has no wings—can he even reach me up here at these tens of meters?" it muttered, "Huh?"

A chilling aura rose from its tailbone and spread through its body; just as the bat Gurongi was about to leisurely depart, it twisted and saw Kuuga's entire body turn green.

At that instant, it felt locked on, and it opened its ferocious maw.

Like a giant moth scorched by flames, it frantically shook its wings, trying to shake off the shadow of death.

Run!

Super senses—pain, sight, even the six senses—were amplified thousands of times; the wind‑governed warrior, Pegasus form.

Of course Jiang Xia's senses were already keen, so the side effects of heightened perception merely required a brief adjustment—one blink was enough.

Hmm, even his mental power became formidable and his focus reached an unprecedented level of concentration.

Jiang Xia opened his eyes, as if the whole world had undergone a radical transformation, like the mist on glass being wiped away.

The world is made of microscopic particles; those tiny particles constantly jumped in Jiang Xia's pupils, and the world seemed to have been reconstructed.

At this moment, his field of view expanded infinitely; for every doubling of his senses, the information flowing in from the world increased tenfold—a sudden boost of thousands of times?

For an ordinary person experiencing Pegasus form for the first time, this omnipresent ultra‑high sensation could instantly overwhelm and knock them unconscious, since such senses are beyond human control.

Even if the spirit stone had already evolved his body, giving it a special foundation, he would still need prolonged training to shield himself from those wildly chaotic yet intensely stimulating sensations,

focusing all his attention on a single thing—even a point—before he could barely use it as a long‑range combat method, and it could not be sustained for long.

But when such senses exceeding a thousandfold are imposed on a being that has already surpassed its limits and possesses sufficient understanding of the world's composition, what then happens? The ability to control microscopic particles and Jiang Xia's accumulated power from devouring materials merge, the spirit stone and the fragmented omnipotent force of the devil's memory combine, allowing him at this moment to place one foot into the realm of the gods.

His irises were a verdant green, calm as the deepest sea; that look was not aloof indifference, nor contempt for life, nor even icy cold—it was a gaze that regarded all things as equal, without distinction, seeing the myriad as one yet brimming with feeling.

He no longer needed to block out excess perception; he could grasp everything he sensed and perform feats beyond imagination.

Kuuga lightly raised his right hand; an indescribably powerful spirit emanated from him, a soft yet dazzling radiance like fireflies swirling around him.

The bat Gurongi's body in mid‑air jerked, the panic and fear on its face vanishing instantly, replaced by calm serenity and a hint of peace; its frantically beating wings simply froze, straight and still, hanging in the air.

Without waiting for Kuuga to make another move, the bat Gurongi's body collapsed, dissolving into the world's most fundamental particles—no seal needed, no outward sign—it simply disappeared.

"Whoosh!!!"

A person in linen clothes shot upright from the bed, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He looked around, realizing this was indeed his home, yet he felt a strong sense of unreality.

He clutched his head, as if he had seen something, his eyes narrowing slightly, but when he tried to recall it, his mind felt blank.

He found his body incessantly trembling, plunged into a fear that could not be voiced.

"The green monster…"

(End of chapter)