Chapter 95: Wow, I Can't Guess Who You Are at All

The facts prove that in the Dark Forest, those startled by this pack of ferocious demon boars are far more than the scattered adventurers within.

The demon bear brother appearing behind Ji Ming certainly has something to say.

Staring at this towering, entirely jet‑black flesh mountain nearly five meters long, Ji Ming awkwardly licked his lips.

Seeing the other's bright eyes as those of a normal creature, he placed his finger on the exit key and decided to negotiate at least a little.

"Xiong Da, why didn't you say a word when you came?"

Pointing at the crouching demon boar beside him, Ji Ming wore a face of sincere enthusiasm.

"Look, this pig is what I prepared for you; hurry and eat it!"

But the demon bear gave no response, merely blinking its small eyes and staring at the little flesh‑person before it.

Ji Ming thought for a moment, suddenly realized, and placed the potion bottle in his hand onto the ground.

"Aroma, this is the spice I prepared for you—super cool, you can spread it on and eat!"

Yet the demon bear still gave no reaction, not even shifting its gaze, remaining as calm as a monk in meditation.

Ji Ming thought again and pointed his finger at himself.

"Brother Bear, you don't intend to eat me, do you?"

This time the demon bear finally moved, gently nodding its massive head.

"That's improper; can we not eat?"

They shook their head slowly.

"Alright then."

Ji Ming gave a warm smile and reached his hand toward his chest.

"Allow me to introduce, a perfect match for my ultimate‑flavor spice…"

As he twisted off the bottle cap, his left hand pinched, his right hand trembled, and he quickly left the spot.

The pinching left hand needs no comment; the trembling right hand not only applied the Cramp Technique but also splashed the bottle's liquid precisely onto the demon bear's face.

The ancestors of the bear family are the canine family; their sense of smell is no less than that of wolves.

The demon bear was so disgusted it almost lost its breath, instantly letting out a thunder‑shaking roar.

Instinctively slapping out his right palm, he instantly pulverized the stubborn stone Ji Ming had been sitting on into powdery fragments.

If that punch hit me, I'd be torn to pieces!

Afraid but still, relying on the distance already created, Ji Ming kept wildly shaking his hands, as if he wanted to torment every muscle of Xiong Xazi Lu the bear blind.

Yet in its fury, a surge of adrenaline gave it a terrifying resistance, and despite heavy debuffs it still launched a charge.

So it's open, huh!

This was Ji Ming's first time encountering a situation where curses didn't work; without a second thought he tried to retreat to the real world.

But at the critical moment, a crimson figure suddenly appeared before him.

Bending waist and knees, pushing off the ground, the two hammer‑staves in his hands crossed in an X.

With a single booming crash, the demon bear's massive claws, which seemed to crush the heavens, were forcibly blocked by the newcomer.

Ji Ming steadied his mind, then finally saw the opponent's appearance.

Large plates of armor with patterns, patches of mail stitched together, and beneath a solid helmet covering the face lay a dull, lifeless sheen.

It turned out to be an unrivaled warrior, entirely clad in armor, at least two meters tall.

Although he had already felt the visual impact from Silvia, such a striking design and entrance still made Ji Ming's eyes widen.

Battle—this is insanely intense!

Ji Ming quickly opened the opponent's panel.

However, aside from the level tier 'Sixteen', other information either showed a level gap too large or indicated special equipment covering.

Nevertheless, that was enough, since the demon bear's level was also Sixteen!

A heavy breathing sounded, a sign of ferocity in the grapple.

The crimson armor's figure moved sharply; with a surge of force it thrust the opponent several steps away.

Although regaining balance was easy, the demon bear still wore an expression of disbelief.

This was the first time since reaching adulthood that it fell behind in a pure‑strength duel!

Damn, when did such a monster appear in the Dark Forest!

But the crimson armor gave it no chance to breathe; the weapon in hand, like an arm, slammed straight onto its head.

Under the crisis, the demon bear regained its ferocity, roaring and raising its two claws.

Flesh and steel clashed, hammer‑staves and claws resonated.

Amid the roar, it was a savage contest, and both combatants quickly sustained injuries.

The demon bear's claw cracked the crimson armor's leg plating, and the crimson armor's hammer smashed the demon bear's shoulder.

It seemed like an exchange of wounds; as an onlooker, Ji Ming could see that the crimson armor was taking the hit.

Although the demon bear's condition wasn't great either, the crimson armor appeared already wounded; its left leg, once hit, could no longer exert much force.

And powering this armor likely requires something else, causing its strength and speed to rapidly decline.

At this rate, defeat is only a matter of time.

Although Ji Ming couldn't take part, that didn't mean he couldn't pull a trick from outside the game.

The Fart Technique is rather simple, essentially just stomach pain and various escapes.

The Cramp Technique, however, is different; as long as possible, it can produce variations at any time.

So the demon bear, terrified, realized that wherever it exerted force it hurt, and the more crucial the moment, the more it hurt.

Especially when sparring with Iron Lump, its swollen limbs severely hampered its strength.

If it could speak, it would surely be screaming in terror, calling it haunted.

But even so, a bear face is still completely bewildered.

Bears already have high intelligence, and the demon bear's IQ is especially even higher.

Since I can't understand it, I won't try to understand it!

Thus, after a pretended, as if fighting for one's life with a ferocious rapid attack…

It actually lowered its body, seized the moment, and took off.

Watching the demon bear's butt bobbing as it sped away, I instinctively wanted to pursue under the Red Armor.

But the wounded thigh suddenly went limp, forcing me to halt, trembling, bracing on the Dual Staves.

After a short, rapid gasp, I finally managed to turn my head with difficulty.

"Doctor… are you all right?"

I don't know the mechanism, but from beneath the Faceplate came a processed mechanical voice.

Hmm.

Level 16, Warrior, Dual Staves, wielding mysterious yet evidently costly equipment, idly with nothing to do, desperately trying to save a Second‑Rank Alchemist who is useless except for being beautiful and kind‑hearted…

"Wow, it's so hard to guess; I have no idea who could be behind the mask."

Since AdaiEr doesn't intend to reveal that identity, Ji Ming naturally won't interfere with her matters.

He only covered his mouth, which he couldn't keep shut, and put on a face of being moved to tears.

"Hero, you actually saved me!"

"Just a trivial favor, farewell."

After awkwardly uttering that, the Red Armor straightened up and limped away.

Ji Ming shrugged his shoulders and inspected the Medicine he had on hand.

Good; aside from the ones I sent out, there's no damage, and they're fully sufficient for a field healing.

Feigning a bewildered, lost demeanor, he walked forward a distance and then encountered AdaiEr, who was leaning on a staff in a disheveled state.

She froze, widened her eyes, and exclaimed with genuine, exaggerated delight.

"Doctor!?"

"You've improved a lot, but the acting is still over the top."

Ji Ming let out a silent sigh and, having no choice, continued the role.

"AdaiEr, are you injured? Let me see quickly…"