Chapter 23: Slaying the Wind Wolf King and Reaching Level 14

The Wolf King of the Wind Wolves was pierced with arrows, and blood flowed from its body like a stream, ceaseless and red. Towering eight meters high, the Wolf King stood as the Crow Warriors hovered above its head, attacking relentlessly and without fairness.

Suddenly, a fierce azure radiance erupted from the Wolf King’s body. It leapt high into the air, opened its enormous maw, and unleashed a torrent of wind blades.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A dozen Crow Warriors were struck by the wind blades, falling to the ground. The rest, forced back, retreated in disarray. This was the Wolf King’s skill—Wind Blade!

Without pause, the Wolf King unleashed another volley of wind blades. One blade struck a Crow Warrior directly. Yang Feng could sense the vitality of the wounded Crow Warrior fading swiftly; it would not be long before death claimed it. Seeing this, Yang Feng hurriedly retrieved the injured Crow Warrior into his pet pouch.

The Wolf King continued its relentless barrage of wind blades, preventing the Crow Warriors from approaching.

“We can’t go on like this. I need to find a way to deal with him!” With this thought, Yang Feng began to conjure a fireball in his palm.

“Fireball!” Yang Feng shouted, hurling a massive fireball onto the Wolf King’s head.

A piercing, anguished howl burst from the Wolf King. The wind blades it had readied to launch were interrupted.

Fireball could inflict direct physical damage, and its potency depended on both attack power and mental strength. While Yang Feng’s mental strength was not outstanding, his attack power was formidable. Thus, the fireballs he cast were not something ordinary monsters could endure.

Meanwhile, the Crow Warriors swooped in, attacking the Wolf King without respite. Yang Feng continued to unleash fireballs, targeting the Wolf King and preventing it from casting wind blades.

After several minutes, the Wolf King let out a plaintive, unwilling cry, then collapsed onto the earth.

[Wind Wolf King slain. Experience +50,000]
[Obtained bronze-grade weapon: Wind Dagger]
[Obtained bronze-grade equipment: Wind Robe]
[Obtained Wind Wolf King’s Demonic Core!]

Upon slaying the Wolf King, Yang Feng not only gained a wealth of experience but also several pieces of bronze-level equipment.

A white light flashed across Yang Feng’s body. He had leveled up to fourteen.

Soloing the core area of Greenhill Town’s dungeon, he had spent about two hours, rising from level thirteen to fourteen. The pace of his advancement was undeniably swift.

Yang Feng inspected his spoils.

[Wind Dagger]
[Grade: Bronze]
[Combat Power +20]
[Speed +20]
[Assassin-class, grants extra 5% damage; usable after level 13]

[Wind Robe]
[Grade: Bronze]
[Mental Strength +20]
[Defense +20]
[For mage-class; one-minute cooldown per use; usable after level 13]

The Wind Dagger was of no use to Yang Feng, so he stowed it in his storage pouch, intending to sell it upon returning to the city.

“My class is Curse Master, which by type should belong to the mage category,” he mused. “Yet my skills differ from other mages. This bronze-grade equipment is decent overall! Though, as it’s level thirteen gear, I can’t expect too much.”

Without hesitation, Yang Feng donned the Wind Robe. His mental strength and defense both increased by twenty.

Aside from these items, Yang Feng had also acquired the Wolf King’s Demonic Core. Compared to the core of the Wind Wolf Leader, the Wolf King’s was larger and more brilliantly colored, resembling a piece of azure gemstone. Holding it in his palm, he felt a gentle warmth. Clearly, this core was extraordinary. If traded in the auction hall, it could fetch a hundred thousand Summer Coins.

Yang Feng was pleased; the Wolf King’s core was worth more than the two pieces of equipment.

With his level now at fourteen, Yang Feng’s mental strength had recovered. He summoned the previously injured Crow Warrior; the summoning skill had also risen to level fourteen. Yet the higher the level, the greater the demand for mental strength—summoning one level fourteen Crow Warrior required about one hundred points.

Yang Feng now had roughly five hundred points, allowing him to summon five level fourteen Crow Warriors. For those below level fourteen, he could summon seventy.

With these Crow Warriors, Yang Feng could roam Greenhill Town unchallenged.

In good spirits, he made his way toward the town’s exit. The moment Yang Feng emerged from Greenhill Town, he drew the crowd’s attention. All eyes were fixed upon the Crow Warriors circling above him. They were truly remarkable, radiating dark energy and exuding an eerie, chilling aura.

“Wow, I can’t believe he actually made it out alive!”
“Did he really solo the Greenhill Town dungeon?”
“There are hardly any who can solo a dungeon!”
“He looks like he just graduated high school!”
“Look at the robe he’s wearing—it seems to be the Wind Robe!”
“Oh heavens, it really is the Wind Robe!”
“Who would have thought someone so young could solo a dungeon?”
“…”

Yang Feng ignored the murmurs around him.

Most dungeons had a cooldown of over three hours. Having cleared Greenhill Town once, he had no interest in hunting monsters in the wild—the experience gained was far too meager. Killing ten monsters outside might not match the experience of slaying one inside the dungeon. Moreover, finding monsters in the wild took time and effort.

With three hours to spare, Yang Feng could just as well recover his mental strength.

He found a secluded spot, sat cross-legged, and let several Crow Warriors circle overhead to guard him.

This expedition to Greenhill Town held great significance for Yang Feng. Most importantly, he had discovered his own weaknesses and learned how to wield his skills. Fireball was indeed a fine ability; used wisely, even boss-level monsters could be conquered.

Seated in meditation, Yang Feng reflected on his gains and insights from the dungeon. Alone and contemplative, with vigilant Crow Warriors watching the skies, he sat undisturbed. Hundreds stood at Greenhill Town’s exit, yet none dared approach him.