Chapter 8 - The Faint Sting Of The Body Forging Potion

Vincent grabbed onto his saber using both hands and leaped into the air.

His Black Battle Saber strike down on the Phantom Lion.

"No!"

Swire roared and closed his eyes in despair.

He thought of Vincent's miserable death under the claws of the Phantom Lion.

Swoosh!

A saber aura formed by black flames flew towards the Phantom Lion's forehead.

Roar!

The Phantom Lion suddenly let out a scream.

Swire opened his eyes in a daze.

After seeing the Phantom Lion split into two, Vincent held his saber in one hand and stood proudly whilst black flames were burning on his body.

He was like an undefeatable devil!

Vincent twisted his saber and placed it back into the scabbard behind him.

The situation was rather dire earlier, so he had to use his special ability on his saber.

In order to ensure a one-hit kill, he unleashed his power without any hesitation.

This caused his body to be pushed to the brink of exhaustion.

The feeling of weakness surged upon him like a wave.

However, there was nothing he could do as he had used all his strength.

After all, this was only a low-level Phantom Lion, and it was fast.

He was afraid that he would not be able to kill it in one hit.

If that happened, not only would he have failed to save Swire, but he might die too.

Swire went to Vincent.

He gulped as he saw the Phantom Lion split into two before him.

"My God!"

"Vincent! You actually killed it!"

Swire looked at Vincent in shock.

The situation before him was something that he could have never imagine.

They had both just awakened, but Vincent was already ready and able to kill a beginner monster.

However, Swire was being chased by a beginner monster instead.

The difference between the two was obvious.

Vincent did not pay any attention to Swire, as he received a few system notifications that made him really excited.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, mountain collapsing strike proficiency has reached 50%!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully killed a beginner monster, Phantom Lion. You have received a bottle of body-forging potion."

"Do you wish to use it?"

"Eh? It's not an upgrade pill!"

Out of curiosity, Vincent checked the information on the body-forging medicine.

Body-forging medicine: apply it all over the body. It can strengthen the body and remove impurities from the body. There will be a slight tingling pain sensation.

After reading the information regarding the medicine, Vincent knew that this was not something that he could use at the moment. He then decided to reject it.

"Ding! Due to the host's refusal to use the body-forging medicine, special storage space has been opened."

"Body-forging medicine has been stored."

Vincent was stunned. His emotional system still had storage space!

Upon further investigation, he discovered that there were a total of 30 slots. Each slot could store 99 sets of the same item.

Even storage items could be stored inside.

Vincent's eyes lit up.

This meant that he almost had unlimited storage space!

After accepting everything, Vincent looked at Swire.

"Swire, what are you doing outside the city?"

"Although you have an A-class superpower, you don't have any combat ability. Are you courting death by coming to the wilderness alone?"

Swire waved the sparkling psionic pistol in his hand.

"Who says I don't have combat ability!"

Vincent was speechless.

The psionic pistol relied on compressing psionic power to attack, so its power was naturally unusual.

A-Class and above could also be equipped with crystals to save psionic energy in their bodies.

Although the power was not weak, it was, however, very expensive.

Only a rich second generation like Swire was willing to waste so much.

"I originally thought that relying on the flying ability of Angel's Wings would not be embarrassing."

"I never thought that I would meet such a deviant fella on the first day." Swire became a little embarrassed.

"You're really unlucky."

Vincent patted Swire's shoulder pitifully.

"Do you still want to continue?"

Vincent pointed in the direction of the forest.

"No, no, no!"

Swire shook his head. "I've used up most of the crystals, and I don't have much psionic power left."

"I don't want to die yet."

Vincent looked at Swire; how could he not have known that he was looking for an excuse.

It was obvious that he was frightened by the Phantom Lion.

"Then let's go, I want to go back too."

While talking, Vincent had already recovered quite a bit of strength and was the first one to walk towards the city.

On the way, Swire saw that Vincent was covered in blood and was secretly shocked.

He could tell that the blood on Vincent's body was not the blood of one or two monsters.

"Vincent, my friend, did you stay outside the city for a day?"

Vincent nodded and did not say anything further.

"Then what strength do you have now? Even such a troublesome fellow like the Phantom Lion was killed in one strike!"

"Not much. I did give my all just now."

Vincent did not give Swire a direct answer.

Given Vincent's reply, Swire curled his lips and did not pursue the matter any further.

When they returned to the city gate, the soldier saw that Vincent was covered in blood. He was stunned.

At first, he thought that Vincent was only going out to have a look around. He did not expect that he would actually fight a monster.

Having fought monsters all year round, he could easily tell that the blood on Vincent's body belonged to different monsters.

At Vincent's age, there were very few people who could fight and win against monsters.

After verifying both their identities, the soldier watched the two enter the city in shock.

"Vincent, thank you for saving me. In the future, I won't be worse than you!"

Swire said firmly before separating from Vincent.

Vincent naturally encouraged him.

Under Swire's insistence, the two even made a bet to fight it out during the college freshmen competition.

An hour later, Vincent returned home, took off his dirty clothes, and threw himself on the bed like he was a broken sack.

The day of constant fighting had exhausted him physically and mentally. However, compared to what he had gained, it was nothing.

He even liked the feeling of fighting.

In the city, it was safe and quiet.

Outside the city, danger lurked everywhere.

The two completely different feelings gave him an extremely powerful spiritual impact.

It was as if a lifetime had passed!

These words were the most suitable description to describe his current mood.

After resting for more than half an hour, Vincent stood up and took a shower. After showering, he then took out the body forging medicine.

He looked at the pale blue liquid in the glass bottle in his hand. The silver light inside was sparkling like stars. It was very beautiful.

He opened the lid and sniffed. There was no smell at all.

He poured a little onto his palm hesitantly and rubbed it on his arm. It felt ice-cold and was very comfortable.

Other than that, he did not feel anything else.

"Didn't you say that it would be a little painful?"

Vincent muttered in confusion. He then continued to apply the remaining medicine to his entire body.

The comfortable feeling made him groan.

He could feel that something was flowing into his body through his pores.

Following the flow of his blood, it flowed through his entire body.

Hiss!

He suddenly felt a piercing pain in his arm.

"Is it here?"

The pain was not unbearable. Vincent lowered his head curiously. He then saw something black that emitted a foul smell coming out of his pores.

He then felt a sharp pain all over his body.

Vincent suddenly widened his eyes and cried out in pain. It was very painful.

The pain in one place was still bearable, but the pain he felt on his entire body could not be endured.

It was like a whip.

And it was the kind that was dipped in cold water.

"F*CK!"

"F*CK!"

Vincent cursed, repeatedly.

He curled up on the ground, rolled around, and finally fainted.