Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 139 Enter The Demonic Monster's Territory

At this moment, the competition was more than the magic spring and Belle's destiny. It was amatter of the rise or fall of the Lotus Holy Land and three Ancient Families!

By rights, the chiefs of the Ancient Families and the Holy Lord of the Holy Land were sophisticatedfigures that had lived above past generations, so impulsiveness shouldn't be their choice.

But human beings from all walks of life were all driven by greed. Who could be disinterested whenfaced with life-changing temptation? Especially if they had seen the great temptation before theirvery eyes, within their grasp to follow?

Under such tempting circumstances, an insignificant competition became a huge gamble implying arisk no one could avoid.

"I would like to announce that the second round of the competition, hunting, will commence now!Each of our well-trained participants will be teleported to the demonic monster's territory. They willhunt in that arena for six hours. To compensate for your bravery and skill, you will be given credit toevery monster you hunt. One credit for the supreme diabolic beast, who will probably take you byits cunning nature; 10 credits for a level one demonic monster, who will not hesitate to attack you insight; and 20 credits for a level two demonic monster, the more intimidating and cleverer ones.Anyone with the most credits will have the opportunity to change your opponent from the threegiven options in the next level of the competition!"

In a split-second, everyone internalized that the hunting was of great significance!

Having three options meant changing a stronger opponent with a weaker one in order to maintainstrength and ensure confidence in battle until the final rivalry!

“This hunting competition is really favorable to me. I can take advantage of the duration of thiscompetition to improve my talent, * Darren smirked as he talked to himself.

To his secret delight, he knew he could barely spot a demonic monster under normal circumstances.Assimilating diabolic beasts would be quite hard to improve Darren's current level of talent, exceptfor the hunting of the fearless demonic monsters. Moreover, he could have three options to hide hisreal strength until the final rivalry so as to increase the odds of winning considerably if he couldsurpass the others in the hunting competition!

Relying on his intuition, Darren released his spiritual sense and found an open stretch of moorahead of them. He also sensed the breathing of a diabolic beast in the deadwood forest.

"Everyone, follow me closely.” Those disciples from the Holy Land followed their leader, yet theirfear translated into slow paced steps.

"Eh? Watch out!"

Out of shock, Darren snapped and swept his sword in a downward motion, attacking an unidentifiedcreature underneath the black bog. Blood oozed from the seemingly muddy, now crimson puddleand two parts of a corpse floated on the surface of the mud. To their surprise, it was a diabolicbeast!

"It's a level nine diabolic beast, mud crocodile!" the disciple that recognized the corpse exclaimed."What a close call! We didn't sense it at all. Thank you very much, Darren.” All the disciples weredazed as their limbs were trembling with fear.

"How come you know the name of the diabolic beast?" Darren, in spite of a great expectation frommany, had no knowledge of the diabolic beasts. Out of curiosity, he asked the disciple whorecognized the beast.

"My name is Sven Zhou. I have been fond of reading picture books of variant beasts sincechildhood, so I know a little about them,” Sven responded humbly and respectfully.

"Yes, Darren. Sven may have a strength of mediocrity, but he is erudite in terms of diabolic beastsand demonic monsters. He knows much more than anyone,” another disciple said with a smile.

"It's a good thing, then! Sven will be very helpful to our survival.” Darren realized Sven was anunexpected but an important gain for him.

"Thanks a lot for your compliment, Darren,” Sven replied, his face lit up with pride and happiness."Well, store away the cardiac core of that diabolic beast and keep on moving," Darren called theshots and led them to move ahead slowly and instinctively on the surface of the peat.

Even the disciples with the most unpromising strength had reached the seventh stage of theMysterious Realm so they were confident that it would be quite easy for them to fly over the bog.However, in order for them to fly in the air, they needed to release their breath, which would attractattention from the creatures they were avoiding to encounter. To survive, they decided to hide theirbreath as they floated slowly on the surface of the bog after figuring out how to aerially balance inthe most unnoticeable way possible.

In such a dangerous realm, caution was the parent of safety.

As they carefully traversed, some air bubbles popped out of the black bog. They realized that theywere not alone, as a tremendous breath made them feel that something was looming over them.

A huge bloody mouth gradually emerged from the bog and bit the unlucky disciples with alightning speed.

"What bad luck! It's the king of the mud crocodile. It must be a demonic monster!" Sven cried insurprise and warned the others to draw back.

Only Darren maintained his figure above the bog and was not willing to display anything thattranslated into retreat.

"Run for your life, Darren! A demonic monster's strength is equivalent to a human warrior at the toplevel of the Mysterious Realm!"

The disciples were shocked at the sight of the monster and Darren's unwavering courage. Everyonefeared for Darren's safety.