Chapter Forty-Five: The Lord of Langma Unleashes His Ultimate Move

Even at level 16, a mid-grade Wolfma of the Speedwalker class would not have a speed stat exceeding 160 points, yet Qin Chuan’s speed had already soared to 216 points, a total domination.

At that moment, another Shadow Claw slashed toward Qin Chuan.

“Oh no, watch my dodging, haha!”

“Take my sword! Goodbye!”

Relying on his superior speed and agile movement, Qin Chuan felled his attackers one by one with his sword. These Wolfmas, who charged forward en masse, became little more than cannon fodder.

The Wolfmas who had already initiated their rotational assault could not stop; it was their survival technique, one that left no room for retreat or surrender.

A dozen rounds of attack—barely more than a dozen seconds—and it was over.

The once-confident Wolfma chieftain was stunned, unable to comprehend how his hundred brothers had perished in the blink of an eye.

“How can this be? We’re the Gale of the Stag Plains, the Wolfma bandits who strike fear into the hearts of countless spirit beasts!”

“We have endless combat experience—how could we be defeated so easily?”

“And to be utterly destroyed! I can’t believe it. I refuse to believe it!”

Even after the battle ended, he could not accept the reality before his eyes.

Meanwhile, an invisible force swept across the battlefield as Qin Chuan calmly unleashed his Devour ability.

“Devour Essence!”

“Ding! Devour successful. Gained 160 Evolution Points.”

Another hundred heads to his tally. Qin Chuan was thoroughly satisfied with the outcome. Leveling up was no easy feat, but with opponents lining up to be slaughtered, life was unexpectedly delightful.

“Uh, Wolfma chieftain, could you be a bit more professional? We’re still in the middle of a fight here!”

Seeing the Wolfma chieftain still in a daze, Qin Chuan was left speechless. He thought to himself, so this notorious bandit leader isn’t much after all.

Just then, the Wolfma chieftain muttered in confusion, “Ah? Is it my turn?”

Qin Chuan nearly burst out laughing. “Yes, it’s your turn.”

Only now did the Wolfma chieftain snap out of his stupor, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

“I have to admit, for a level 15 you’re truly formidable.”

“But you’ve slaughtered so many of my brothers. I must avenge them.”

He licked his sharp claws, lowered his body, and entered a battle stance.

“We Wolfmas are a proud tribe. No matter what opponent we face, we fight to the last breath!”

Compared to the opponents Qin Chuan had met before, this Wolfma chieftain at least possessed some backbone.

“Very well, as you wish!”

Qin Chuan’s Coldiron Sword rang out with a hum, emitting a deadly, razor-sharp aura. A faint glow curled around the blade, while a brilliant purple light gleamed dazzlingly.

“No wonder you’re so powerful—it’s a purple spirit weapon!”

The chieftain’s heart burned with longing. In all his years roaming the Stag Plains, he had never encountered a spirit beast of such quality.

“If I devour his spirit core and refine his sword body, I can become a purple spirit beast myself.”

“No matter what, I will not give up!”

A feverish light shone in his eyes, and his desire blazed into a fierce fighting spirit.

“Gale!”

The Wolfma chieftain’s speed surged, his figure becoming a wisp of smoke.

This was one of the Wolfmas’ active skills—the very skill his kin had used earlier—increasing his movement speed dramatically for thirty seconds. The skill had no second stage, it simply stacked—each skill point granting a 5% speed increase.

Now, at level 17, having trained Gale to level six, the chieftain’s speed was increased by 30%.

As a mutated Wolfma whose main attribute was speed, his pace was no less than Qin Chuan’s, perhaps even a shade higher.

It was this skill that earned the Wolfmas their proud title, “Gales of the Plains.”

“Impressive, that’s some speed!” Qin Chuan was mildly surprised, but after experiencing the terrifying speed of the Blackscale Beast, the Wolfma chieftain’s quickness seemed hardly worth mentioning.

The chieftain, brimming with confidence, unleashed his skill: “Shadow Claw!”

Up to now, Qin Chuan hadn’t made a move, seemingly daunted by the chieftain’s speed, which gave the Wolfma chief confidence he would strike before Qin Chuan could escape.

Three meters—just 0.1 seconds.

Yet in that 0.1 second, Qin Chuan vanished. Shadow Claw grazed the Coldiron Sword, missing by a hair.

Facing an opponent whose speed matched his own, Qin Chuan began toying with danger.

“You’ve got to be kidding if you think you’ll hit me like that. I’m the king of footwork and basic attacks!”

Qin Chuan relished his success in baiting out the Wolfma chieftain’s skill.

“So close! Missed again! Frustrating, isn’t it?”

He proceeded to taunt his opponent, then struck with a basic attack.

Having dodged Shadow Claw, this attack felt smooth and effortless.

Rather than being disappointed, the Wolfma chieftain’s eyes flashed with excitement—for after using Shadow Claw, his passive skill, Frenzied Claw, activated, boosting his speed by another 5%.

At this level, a 5% speed boost could be decisive, and the chieftain knew this well.

The sudden speed increase let him shift a meter away, evading Qin Chuan’s attack.

But what he didn’t anticipate was that Qin Chuan was even faster than him.

“Blink!”

Qin Chuan had predicted his move and struck almost in tandem with the chieftain’s movement.

“Slash!”

“Ding! 15% slow effect triggered.”

Even with far higher resilience than his kin, the Wolfma chieftain could not withstand Qin Chuan’s monstrous sharpness. One sword broke through his defenses.

“What? How is this possible?!”

A deep gash appeared on his body, the pain agonizing.

Worse still, he felt a chill invade his body, his speed dropping drastically.

“No! I’m the Gale of the Plains! No one is faster than me! This can’t be!”

“Nothing is impossible. Take another sword!”

Qin Chuan laughed heartily and attacked again.

Another slash.

“No! How can this be?! How are your attacks so monstrous?!”

Another devastating blow. One more basic attack and he’d be finished.

“Ah, the Speedwalker class is so brittle!”

Qin Chuan was thoroughly enjoying himself. Normally, ranged classes had less resilience than Speedwalkers, but Qin Chuan was a rare exception.

“Damn you, you freak! Are you a ranged attacker or a brute-force class?”

“Haha! I’ll tell you the truth—I’m a triple-class all-rounder! Time to die!”

Without hesitation, Qin Chuan delivered another strike. If it landed, the Wolfma chieftain would meet his end.

At that moment, with his speed greatly reduced, escape was impossible. He could even smell death drawing near.

“I will not die! Last Stand!”

In terror and fury, the Wolfma chieftain unleashed his ultimate skill.

It was his lifesaving move: unless killed in a single blow, he could instantly recover to full condition. The side effect: after three minutes, his stats would drop by 80% for two hours.

A flash of green light, and the Wolfma chieftain, moments from death, was suddenly restored to full vigor.