SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 380 Blood Bath [1]

"Roar."As soon as Kent appeared, an evolved beast pounced on him.

"Buzz."Kent dry-humped that evolved beast with a single punch.

Kent's heart was shocked, "How is my fist so powerful?" Kent didn't care so much and continued on.

But soon he kept the matter aside and began his hunt.

He had slain over twenty divine beasts that day, each battle pushing him closer to his limit, but also revealing an unexpected strength within him.

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As the night settled in, Kent found a massive tree with a wide trunk and sturdy branches, offering some semblance of shelter. He gathered wood, kindling a fire that soon roared to life, casting flickering shadows all around him.

The flames danced, illuminating the surrounding area in a warm, golden glow. He sat down, leaning against the tree, the crackling fire his only companion in the vast, eerie silence of the forest.

Just as he began to relax, his keen ears picked up the faintest rustling sounds in the distance. Something was moving through the underbrush, something large and numerous.

His senses sharpened instantly, and he scanned the darkness beyond the reach of the firelight. The air around him thickened with tension, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Whatever was out there was closing in fast.

Within moments, they emerged from the shadows—more than twenty evolved beasts, their eyes glowing with a malevolent light as they surrounded him.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

When dawn finally broke, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the canopy, Kent stirred from his sleep. The forest was eerily quiet, as if the battle of the previous night had been nothing more than a dream.

The bodies of the beasts he had slain were gone, leaving no trace of the bloody struggle that had taken place. But Kent knew better. It hadn't been a dream. The scars on his body and the ache in his muscles were proof of that.

With renewed determination, Kent rose to his feet, and went to hunt the beasts.

As time passed, Kent again killed every beast in his sight and began getting ready for night fight.

Now, as the last of daylight disappeared and the oppressive weight of night settled in, Kent braced himself for what was to come. He knew they would return.

The beasts were out there, waiting, biding their time until the darkness was complete. He could feel it in the air, a tension that was almost palpable, as if the very forest was holding its breath.

And then it happened. Out of the darkness, one by one, the evolved beasts began to emerge. But this time, there were more of them. Kent's heart sank as he counted them.

Not just the twenty he had killed today, but also the twenty he had slain the night before. Forty in total. Forty snarling, bloodthirsty beasts, their eyes fixed on him with deadly intent.

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