Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Blackscale Beast Fully Enraged

The Blackscale Beast was incredibly fast. Qin Chuan realized that if he simply kept running, there was no way he could outrun this four-legged creature. So, in this situation, he made a bold decision: to play along with the Blackscale Beast.

“Damn you, just because you’re level 19 you think you’re invincible? I’m level 15 now too, feeling absolutely amazing!”

Indeed, after snatching the tier-three Supreme Fragrant Fruit just moments ago, both his essence and experience had soared to their limits, and his combat power had risen dramatically. Qin Chuan immediately chose to undergo a variant evolution, and this time the mutation chance was astonishingly high—80%.

“Ding! Lucky mutation evolution succeeded. Gained Sharpness +20, Resilience +5, Speed +5.”

“Holy hell! What incredible luck!”

“Ding! Host has new skill points. Do you wish to upgrade a skill?”

“Upgrade Blink to stage two!”

Qin Chuan didn’t hesitate; upgrading Blink to stage two was the most practical choice given the current circumstances.

“Ding! Skill upgrade successful. Blink stage two’s immunity effect increased by 0.3 seconds.”

At this moment, even an increase of 0.1 seconds could make all the difference, let alone 0.3.

Qin Chuan quickly checked his stats panel, noticing numerous changes:

[Host]: Qin Chuan
[Type]: Black Cold-Iron Sword
[Tier]: Tier Two, Supreme (Sharpness +10%)
[Quality]: Rare (All Attributes +5%)
[Level]: 15
[Attributes]
Sharpness: 223 + 100.35 (45%) + 11.15 (5%)
Resilience: 176 + 35.2 (20%)
Speed: 180 + 36 (20%)
Evolution Points: 11,175/409,600
Experience: 13,100/3,276,800
Rage: 30/100
Innate Abilities: Devour Origin, Basic Shapeshifting
[Skills]
Flow Strike: Stage One Lv3, Stage Two Slide Lv1 (5 meters)
Blink: Stage One Lv3, Stage Two Immunity Lv2 (0.6 seconds)
Enhance: Stage One Lv3, Stage Two Freeze Lv1 (Slow 5%, Freeze Chance 10%)
Falling Sky Strike: Lv2
[Chakra Talents]
First Layer Root Chakra: All attributes +10
First Layer Sacral Chakra: Permanently increases quality upgrade chance by 5%

[Additional Attributes]
Critical Strike 10%
Crit Rate 3%
Slow 10%
Freeze 5%

“Haha, so I’ve become a Cold-Iron Sword! Wait, my quality upgrade chance increased by 5%.”

Previously, Qin Chuan’s chance for quality upgrades was only 13%; now it had risen to 18%.

“Looks like I’ll need to devour more spirit weapons and ores in the future.”

Just then, an angry roar echoed from nearby as the Blackscale Beast furiously slashed down a patch of grass.

“Damn black sword, I know you’re hiding here! Get out now!”

“Wow, this guy’s got quite the temper! Let’s test his resilience first.”

Qin Chuan glanced around at the surrounding grass, a sly smile appearing on his lips—this was the perfect environment for him to cause trouble.

“Falling Sky Strike!”

At last, Qin Chuan took the initiative. Purple light flashed; a hundred sword shadows rained down from above.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

“You bastard, you dare ambush me?!”

The Blackscale Beast had never expected that the Qin Chuan who had just been desperately fleeing would now take the offensive. Caught off guard, he was struck directly by the ultimate move.

The flurry of sword shadows crashed down, causing little actual harm—though the piercing sensation was certainly uncomfortable.

“Impressive, you’re really tough!”

But Qin Chuan wasn’t worried; the sword shadows of his ultimate move only carried 60% of his main body’s sharpness.

The area within the range of the attack was instantly cleared, but the Blackscale Beast leapt out unscathed.

“Flow Strike!”

“Chirp!”

Seizing the moment when the Blackscale Beast was airborne, Qin Chuan locked onto his target.

“Clang!”

“Damn, that’s tough as hell!”

“How is this possible? How can a level 14 hit me so hard?!”

This time, after striking the beast, Qin Chuan was sent flying five meters by the recoil.

But the Blackscale Beast, having taken the hit, was clearly in pain—a small white spot appeared on his black scales; the piercing effect hurt enough to make him howl.

In the next instant, the Blackscale Beast landed, prepared to spin around and attack Qin Chuan.

But Qin Chuan had already slid forward and delivered a basic attack.

“Pathetic black sword, do you think you can hit me with that speed?”

A trace of disdain flashed in the Blackscale Beast’s eyes as he prepared to sidestep.

“Even if this broken sword can’t break my defense, it still stings when it pokes me!”

But suddenly, the Blackscale Beast realized his movement speed had dropped.

“Clang!”

Qin Chuan’s Flow Strike was a main body attack, carrying with it a 15% slow effect. After taking Qin Chuan’s hit, the Blackscale Beast’s speed had unknowingly dropped by 15%.

Now, with Qin Chuan’s speed nearly matching the beast’s after reaching level 15, this 15% slow became his key advantage.

A basic attack landed, keeping the slow in effect.

Qin Chuan seized the opportunity, weaving and landing basic attacks, dealing some damage.

“Damn, this guy’s just too tough!”

Within a second, the Blackscale Beast took three hits. Though the damage was minor, his dignity felt gravely insulted.

“You damned black sword, get out of my way!”

“Pressure!”

Finally regaining his senses, the Blackscale Beast unleashed his active skill, Pressure.

Skill: Pressure — forcibly repels all opponents within five meters. Deals 30% extra damage to higher-level opponents; stuns lower-level opponents for one second.

It had to be said, this was an incredibly powerful skill, easily able to turn the tide in battle.

But no matter how strong a skill is, it’s useless if it doesn’t hit.

Qin Chuan, ever alert, saw the beast’s body suddenly glow purple and immediately retreated to his original position, abandoning his attack.

“Haha! Missed me—just by a hair! So, are you mad or what?”

Qin Chuan taunted, darting back and forth fifteen meters away.

“Damn you!”

The Blackscale Beast was about to explode with rage—he was so much stronger, yet he couldn’t even land a scratch on Qin Chuan. The frustration was unbearable.

After returning to his starting point, Qin Chuan slipped back into the grass.

The Blackscale Beast watched him flee again, so angry he could cough blood.

“Roar!”

With this furious roar, the Blackscale Beast’s wrath reached its peak. He would see this hateful opponent torn to shreds.

With the patience and courage of an ant gnawing at an elephant, Qin Chuan, employing hit-and-run tactics, prepared to wear down the Blackscale Beast.

He predicted this would be a “prolonged” yet highly winnable fight—though the beast’s tenacity far exceeded his expectations.

The Blackscale Beast had been chosen as Shang Xuan Yue’s mount precisely because of his formidable strength and rarity.

So far, the beast had used only one active skill; there were still two more, and his passive skills were equally impressive.

Pressure (Active): Stage One Lv3, 3-meter range; Stage Two Lv2, each level adds 1 meter to the range.

Stack (Passive): Stage One Lv3, adds 10% rend; Stage Two Lv3, can stack up to three times.

Phantom Strike (Active): Stage One Lv3, locks onto a target within ten meters and pounces; Stage Two Lv2, can follow up with a second pounce within five meters.

Level 3 Blackscale Wrath (Active): In battle, passively accumulates fury; at its peak, increases all attributes by 15% for thirty seconds.

Thus, a fully enraged Blackscale Beast was truly a terrifying force—something Qin Chuan hadn’t anticipated at all.