Luo Luo listened to the recurrent sounds that were leaking out from the tower, her small face revealed a pained expression and she said: “When Zhe Xiu hunted and killed his first demon warrior, he was only eleven years of age, that time he pursued the demon warrior on the wintry snow plains for three months, it wasn’t until that demon was exhausted that he could successfully complete the hunt.”
Chen Chang Sheng mused to himself that the demon race’s patience and endurance really was tenacious to the extreme.
What he didn’t expect was that this was only the story’s most dazzling outward appearance.
Momentarily after, Luo Luo continued: “But who could have known that the hidden ailment within his body would suddenly flare-up at that moment, coupled with having not eaten for over 10 days and only consuming snow water, it’s not an exaggeration to say he was only a step away from dying, if it weren’t for the demon warrior giving up and collapsing, the person that died would perhaps have been Zhe Xiu instead.”
The woodlands were covered in silence.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at the tightly closed entrance to the tower and said, with complex feelings: “Within the wolf-child’s lexicon, there aren’t the expressions “give up” or “mercy”, if it wasn’t for the fact that space within the tower is limited and the methods of battling are restricted, were he and Gou Han Shi to fight to the death in the real world, it really would be hard to determine who would be able to persevere till the end.”
Chen Chang Sheng turned his gaze towards the tower, remaining silent.