Chapter 22: Descending to the Bottom of the Great Pit, Fierce Battle with the Wind Wolf King

Walking along the road, a dense stench of blood permeated the entire space, causing Yang Feng to furrow his brow. Meanwhile, the doors of the houses lining both sides of the main street stood open, yet nothing remained within. All the Wind Wolves had already been slaughtered by Yang Feng.

At the end of the road, a massive pit came into view—the very crater struck out when the Myth game first invaded Earth, gouged by a meteor from the heavens. The pit spanned over a thousand meters in width, and its depth was such that one could not see the bottom at a glance. Beside the pit was a narrow path leading down into its depths. Along this path lingered a number of Wind Wolves.

These Wind Wolves all had blood-red eyes.

[Elite Wind Wolf]
[Level: 14]
[Combat Power: 1000]
[Defense: 800]
[Speed: 1000]
[Mental Power: 500]

These elite Wind Wolves were far more formidable than the ordinary kind, though still inferior to the Wind Wolf Chieftain. Since Yang Feng had already slain the Chieftain, he paid these elites little mind. Wasting not a single word, he simply waved his hand, sending dozens of Crow Warriors charging into the pit.

Faced with such a force, the elite Wind Wolves stood no chance. One after another, they fell beneath the onslaught of the Crow Warriors.

[Defeated Level 14 Elite Wind Wolf, experience +4000]
[Obtained: Wolf Pelt]

System notifications echoed in Yang Feng’s mind. He promptly issued a command granting the Crow Warriors free reign to attack. With the order given, the Crow Warriors set about slaughtering the elite Wind Wolves.

Their higher level compared to ordinary Wind Wolves meant the experience gained was greater, and the odds of valuable materials dropping were much improved. Compared to the common monsters outside, this was an excellent spot for hunting.

“If I can solo a three-star dungeon in the future, the experience I gain will be even more.” If anyone could have heard Yang Feng’s thoughts at that moment, they would surely have called him mad. For no one had ever managed to solo a three-star dungeon before. Some had soloed two-star dungeons, and that alone was enough for pride. To clear a three-star dungeon alone was unthinkable.

There had been those who tried, but none had survived.

Yang Feng made his way down the narrow path. Any Wind Wolves that blocked his way were dispatched by the Crow Warriors. By the time he neared the bottom of the pit, his experience bar had surpassed ninety percent. He was now only a single percent away from reaching level fourteen.

Now, only the final boss of the Qingshan Town dungeon remained.

“If I can kill him, I’ll reach level fourteen.”

Yang Feng had only been in Qingshan Town’s dungeon for two hours, and he had already gained a level. This rate of progression far exceeded his expectations. With a few more dungeon runs, reaching level fifteen was by no means impossible. So long as he could keep leveling up, entering Tsingbei University would be well within reach.

“I’ll soon be entering Tsingbei University!”

At the thought, a smile flickered across Yang Feng’s face.

At that very moment, the dungeon’s final boss lay asleep at the bottom of the pit. Its snores thundered through the cavern, and with each breath its gaping maw exhaled a fetid stench so overpowering that Yang Feng nearly retched on the spot.

Completely oblivious to the carnage above, the boss slept on.

Without hesitation, Yang Feng hurled a detection water orb.

[Wind Wolf King (Boss Monster)]
[Level: 17]
[Combat Power: 4000]
[Defense: 3000]
[Speed: 2000]
[Mental Power: 1000]
[Skills: Wolf Howl, Wind Blade]

The Wind Wolf King’s attributes dwarfed even the Chieftain’s. Awakened by the probing orb, the King slowly opened its eyes and fixed its gaze on Yang Feng.

A thunderous howl split the air as the Wind Wolf King rose and lunged at Yang Feng, jaws wide. Yet Yang Feng did not dodge. His face remained expressionless, a mysterious smile playing at his lips.

Just as the King’s fangs were about to snap down, its body froze mid-motion.

Before Yang Feng, an invisible barrier shimmered into existence, shielding him completely. This was the passive skill of a Cursist—the Protective Shield. Whenever the user suffered damage, the shield would automatically activate.

But almost immediately, Yang Feng’s brow knitted in concern.

He noticed countless fine cracks spreading across the surface of his shield.

“What’s going on?” he wondered, taken aback. He couldn’t quite grasp what was happening. Still, without delay, he issued the attack command to his Crow Warriors.

Feathered Arrows!

The Crow Warriors unleashed their skills in unison. Countless arrows rained down upon the Wind Wolf King, inflicting heavy damage. In an instant, the boss’s body bristled with a dense layer of feathered shafts.

Feeling the pain, the King redirected its fury toward the Crow Warriors.

As the battle raged between the Crow Warriors and the Wind Wolf King, Yang Feng stood aside, pondering. Why had his Protective Shield shattered so easily under the boss’s assault?

The answer became clear in a flash of insight.

His own defense was far too low, while the Wind Wolf King’s attack was far too powerful. The strength of the Protective Shield depended on his own defense. The stronger his defense, the sturdier the shield; the weaker his defense, the more fragile.

“It seems defense really is my greatest weakness. I have to improve it in the future! Only with greater defense will I be safe from monster attacks!”

He now understood that his greatest vulnerability was himself. The Cursist’s physical defense was simply too frail; any direct hit could cause catastrophic harm. If a powerful monster chose to target him instead of the Crow Warriors, he would be in grave danger. Even with the shield and skills to redirect damage, danger could not always be avoided.

Now that he knew his weakness, his next goal was clear: he must find a way to overcome it.