Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: The Grand Finale

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Yang Feng had slept soundly through the night.
When he finally woke, it was already noon the next day.

His stomach growled as if demanding immediate redress.

After getting out of bed, he felt fully himself again. Apart from his spirit power, which had not yet returned to full, every other attribute had already climbed back to its peak.

After dressing, he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ate.

Seeing a huge pile of snacks in the storage pouch, he was reminded of Gu Panpan. That lively, mischievous girl had disappeared somewhere, and he had no idea where.

After finishing, Yang Feng activated a teleport talisman and arrived at the instance hall.

Though Li Liushui had once said that Forest Fruit was something you encountered only by chance, he still wanted to take the chance.
If he could find one, he would surely be able to bring both Curse Spell and Armor of Light to maximum level in a short time.

Li Liushui had told him that except for innate skills, no other skill could improve merely through leveling. Yet his Summoning Arts had, after hitting maximum, leveled up together with him.

He could not tell whether it was the nature of Summoning Arts or something unique about his class, so he needed to test it again.

“Are you Yang Feng?”

At that moment, a voice interrupted him.
Yang Feng looked up and saw a man watching him at the entrance to the instance hall.

He didn’t recognize the man, and he asked with a look of suspicion, “Did you come to see me?”

The man said, “Senior Brother Bai Shengli wants to see you. Come with me.”

After seeing Yang Feng in regular school clothes, he could tell at once that Yang Feng was no academy student but an ordinary student, and his expression grew even more condescending.

Yang Feng looked him over and thought the man had a touch of madness.

He ignored him, walked past him, and entered the instance hall.

“You can tell him to come to me!”

Yang Feng said flatly.

The man’s eyes widened. He had been publicly ignored.

“Have you any sense? Do you know who Senior Brother Bai Shengli is?”

He shouted in anger.

“I don’t know what kind of person he is,” Yang Feng replied.

He had already reached the gate of the Silent Forest instance.
When he tried to enter, he found the cooldown was a staggering seven days.

There was no way he could wait that long. Not seven hours.

Yang Feng spent 1,500 points to remove the cooldown, then another 1,000 points to enter.
He still had around one hundred and thirty thousand points left—an amount to match his boldness.

The man’s face flushed with anger, but Yang Feng gave him no more face.

When everyone saw Yang Feng enter, astonishment spread across their faces.

“Damn! Yang Feng’s in the Silent Forest again!”

“Could he be setting a new completion record again?”

“Could be. The Black Marsh and the Poisonous Serpent instances were like that before.”

“The first record was one thing, but a second one is like not giving anyone else a chance!”

“His first run was blind; now he knows the layout, so of course he’ll do better.”

“...”

The crowd murmured in curiosity. They all wanted to see whether Yang Feng would beat another record.

After he entered, that man activated his talisman and left the hall.

Back at White Day Academy, he met Bai Shengli.

“Yang Feng refused to come,” he reported. “He said you should see him yourself.”

Bai Shengli frowned. “This fellow has an enormous amount of pride.”

“He does! Senior Brother, Yang Feng doesn’t give you any respect at all!”

“Hmph!”

Bai Shengli snorted coldly. “Don’t mistake single-handed runs of the Silent Forest for greatness. The Silent Forest is a low-level instance.”

“He just doesn’t understand what happens after a second vocational transition.”

“Many professions that were once strong before a second transition become surprisingly weak afterward.”

“I called him over just to give him a face-saving chance,” Bai Shengli said. “Just to give him one opportunity.”

“If he refuses the courtesy, ignore him.”

“And if we meet him outside, we’ll give him a lesson.”

Everyone at White Day Academy knew Bai Shengli’s arrogance.

When the academy was humiliated yesterday, news spread across Qingbei University by morning.

As a senior of White Day Academy, Bai Shengli was too ashamed to go out in public, and his hatred for Yang Feng had only deepened. The best way to restore his face would be to make Yang Feng one of his men, but Yang Feng gave him no such chance.

In the school grounds, he could not really act against Yang Feng.
Even if his grandfather were the academy dean, it would not save him.

Out in the wild, though, that might be another matter.

The Silent Forest spread before him, boundless trees beneath a blazing sun.

Let me hope the map is not random.

One hundred and forty Raven Warriors and sixty Raven Mages appeared at once and advanced as one.

Almost every woodland treant in their path was vaporized in seconds.
The Raven Warriors cast their skills without hesitation, while Raven Mages, faster and ranged, landed strikes from afar.

Monster after monster fell.

In barely an hour, Yang Feng found the river.

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A faint smile curved his mouth. “The map hasn’t changed.”

The Raven Warriors surged toward the river.

No surprise awaited them: a massive group of forest alligators charged toward the front.

Instead of attacking, the Raven Warriors drew those crocodiles along the riverbank, pulling them forward in flight.

The alligators chased without cease, while the Raven Warriors kept their pace just in step.

The larger the chase grew, the more crocodiles joined the pursuit.

Yang Feng remained behind, keeping thousands of meters distance.

After about half an hour, he finally saw ordinary lizards and sped up to catch up.

The Raven Warriors stopped and took up the battle with the crocodiles.

One after another, the crocodiles died.

The difference in attributes was overwhelming; the Raven Warriors turned it into a massacre.

By the time Yang Feng arrived, about half the crocodiles were already dead.

Boom.
Boom.
Boom.

Explosions sounded suddenly, and countless trees crashed to the ground.

Skill: Fireball!

Yang Feng cast Fireball continuously without a pause, unconcerned for his spirit power.

Even once the crocodiles were gone, he kept casting. He was not just fighting; he was training.

Fireball could only be strengthened through real combat.

At the end of the last instance, he had already felt it on the verge of leveling up.

After dozens of consecutive casts, with nearly half his spirit drained, the skill finally advanced.

【Fireball (Lv.3): Deals 25% damage to enemies within 10 meters.】

Its area increased, and its damage too.

With the amplification from his innate skills, its blast radius could reach one hundred meters and damage climbed to 300%, a major jump in offensive power.

At the entrance to the lizard nest, he saw another stretch of dense shrubs.

This time there was no Forest Fruit among them.

Li Liushui had warned him that Forest Fruit was a matter of luck, not certainty.

Yang Feng felt a flicker of disappointment, then quickly adjusted.
“Treat this as training. Better not waste the points.”

The raven army surged into the old lizard lair. From this experience, Yang Feng knew he needn’t waste time searching for an exit.
The line moved almost straight toward the Lizard King’s location.

Behind them followed a fresh wave of lizards.

Common lizards, mature lizards, elite lizards, flying lizards—every kind imaginable—thick as ants, numbering in the hundreds.

Yang Feng donned Armor of Light and stayed far behind.

When they reached the Lizard King’s nest mouth, the lizards lined up there, too frightened to enter.

Yang Feng found the behavior normal. In many instances, ordinary monsters avoided a boss’s domain.

Raven Warriors fought the lizards clustered near the entrance.
By the time he arrived, his own Fireball cleared it all.

Watching the endless notification chime in his mind, Yang Feng laughed quietly.

“Here comes another big chunk of experience.”

Since entering the instance, his experience had surged twice—first from the crocodiles, now from the lizards.

Together the two groups had given him nearly twenty percent more.

Still, these were only normal monsters. The real boss was not yet here.

After drinking a basic vitality elixir, he restored one hundred spirit points.
One hundred points was not much, but enough for ten Fireballs or a few casts of Armor of Light.

After the normal monsters were cleared, the raven army rushed into the Lizard King’s cavern and sprinted toward his four guards.

“Attack!”

One sweep of assaults killed one lizard guard.

The other three immediately entered defensive formation.
They cast a skill, covering themselves in a metal shell that multiplied their defense several times over.

Raven Warriors’ strikes kept coming, their mixed attacks grinding through the guards’ defenses rapidly.

The Lizard King roared and unleashed Invincible Lion’s Roar.

He had already witnessed this roar once before. Its range was broad, but the power was unimpressive.

Yang Feng’s Armor of Light flashed repeatedly and blocked every blow.
The same was true for the Raven Warriors—it made almost no difference.

Their assaults never stopped. Within minutes, the light on one guard’s body dimmed noticeably.
The Lizard King flapped his wings again.

Skill: Tornado!

A fierce vortex swept in, sending the Raven Warriors flying.

When they struck the ground, they rose immediately and resumed attacking the guard.

Raven Mages moved ahead of Yang Feng and became his meat shield.

Seeing the guards’ glow about to vanish, Yang Feng gave the command.

The Raven Warriors detonated their skills in one burst.
Skill: Feather Arrows!

In almost an instant, three guards’ defenses collapsed and they were left badly maimed.

A huge torrent of Raven Mage spells slammed into the guards at the same time.

At that moment, Yang Feng cast Fireball again.

Skill: Fireball!
Boom.

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Boom.
Boom.
...

Unending explosions rolled through the cave in waves, shockwaves sweeping the entire chamber.

The Lizard King screamed in pain, was blown apart and deeply wounded, then suddenly shifted into a coiled state.

In that coiled state, his wounds began healing at a frightening pace.

At the same time, his roar echoed through the entire lizard nest.

A faint smile touched Yang Feng’s mouth—this was the moment he had been waiting for.

Unlike the last run, he had not cleared the nest’s regular monsters this time, so the number of lizards waiting was astonishingly high.

All he had to do now was to wait, still as a hunter, for them to come to him.

Dozens of Raven Warriors had already flown back and gathered before him.

After roughly ten or fifteen minutes, dense sounds of crawling arose from the cave, along with lizard roars that made one’s skin tighten.

The old nest branched in four directions, and lizards poured in from all sides.

Soon a dark, dense mass of lizards filled the view before Yang Feng.

Some were crawlings, some were flyers.

He could not count them.

After another few minutes, the horde had closed to within less than ten meters.

“Attack!”

Yang Feng shouted. The Raven Warriors shot forward.
Raven Mages, faster still, sent out dozens of spells at once.

For a moment, explosions thundered through the whole cavern.
The swarm of lizards screamed; many had already fallen.

Then, in an instant, Yang Feng cast again.

Skill: Fireball!

The explosion shook the nest, and the cavern trembled.
Yang Feng never cast at random; he always threw fireballs where the density was highest.

Slowly, huge heaps of lizard corpses began piling up like small hills.
More lizards from behind crashed into those heaps and toppled them.

Stepping over their dead comrades, they drove forward toward Yang Feng.

Summoned by the king, they charged with reckless courage, ignoring death.

The notification in his mind kept ringing. Waves of experience rained in.
In the blink of an eye, his experience reached fifty percent, and it rose rapidly.

After level twenty-two, leveling slows down. It was no longer the breakneck pace it had once been, though it was still about ten percent faster than normal.

He estimated that after this Silent Forest clear he could likely break eighty percent, then become slower still later.

“This leveling speed is a little slow,” he muttered inwardly.

If someone else heard him, they’d probably faint.

Others need half a year to a full year to climb from twenty to thirty.

At Yang Feng’s rate, it would take only a few months.

To call this “slow” was maddeningly ridiculous.

He kept hurling Fireballs at the lizards.

After about ten more minutes, no more lizards came.

The entire lizard nest was empty. The king’s shrieking stopped, and his wounds began to recover.

But waiting for him were the Raven Warriors and Raven Mages, with every kind of attack ready.

More than a hundred Raven Warriors triggered skills at once.

Countless Feather Arrows rained onto the Lizard King.
The king, who had just recovered, was instantly grievously wounded again.

Raven Mage spells also struck him repeatedly.

The Lizard King was nearly erased at once, killed more brutally than last time—he could barely cast a single retaliatory skill.

【Defeated Lizard King: Experience +900,000】
【Rare Weapon Obtained: Lizard Dagger】
【Rare Armor Obtained: Lizard Greaves】
【Obtained One Lizard King Demon Core】

【Lizard Dagger: Rare weapon. Combat Power +100, Stamina +100, Assassin skill amplification +10%. Usable by professionals at Level 20 or above.】
【Lizard Greaves: Rare armor. Spirit +100, Stamina +100, Spirit Recovery +10%. Usable from Level 20 onward.】

The haul was not as large as the previous run.

Yang Feng left the lizard nest and entered the territory of the Forest King.

He saw the towering walls and reinforced gate.
He knew that to open it quickly he would need proper siege tools.

Siege tools were not sold in the trading hall; one had to gather materials and have a forgemaster produce them.

He did not have enough time. So he chose the simplest, blunt method: order the raven army to break the gate directly. At worst, it would waste only a little time.

This time, only not quite six hours had passed since he entered the instance—a far shorter run than before.
A brief delay no longer bothered him.

“Forest King, I’m here!”

Yang Feng gestured, and the raven host surged toward the gate.

A new era was about to begin.

Yang Feng was about to write his own chapter.