Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Lan An's hair was dishevelled, his body covered in dust and scars. Countless scratches crisscrossed his limbs and skin, slowly healing.
These past days had been hell. He rolled through Beast Forest in constant struggle—wrestling beasts, sometimes chased by packs of thousands, running for his life.
No choice. With only Body Cultivation, he couldn't leap realms like usual. His strongest trump cards required Spiritual Force. To push himself to the limit, he even forbade Soul Techniques—using only All-Seeing Eyes for observation.
Because of that, his body transformed daily. Mimicking beasts' wild movements in battle, he realised Body Cultivation wasn't just making flesh tougher—it was about flexibility, agility, fluidity.
Every fight honed his body control. His Body Cultivation teetered on the edge of breakthrough. Progress forged in life-or-death struggle. But breaking into Sixth Turn required something explosive…
During his time in Beast Forest, Lan An learned a few things. Beasts here had far lower intelligence than Viet Long Star's—likely due to scarce spiritual energy. Man Hoang beasts were dumb but physically monstrous—raw power overwhelming, brains lacking.
On Yuelong Star Realm Star, Fifth-Order beasts could shapeshift, speak, and rival human intellect. Here, he fought several Sixth-Order beasts—none spoke or shapeshifted.
Different worlds, different heavenly laws…
Now, atop a mountain hundreds of zhang high, Lan An hid behind a boulder, silently watching two beast packs slaughter each other.
This was primal survival—large-scale carnage.
In his sight: One pack stood tall and muscular, covered in crimson fur. Arms thick, coated in golden scales and razor claws. Legs nearly twice torso length, also scaled in gold—sturdy. From afar, they looked humanoid—except for rooster heads, combs blazing red like proud manes.
"What beast is this?" Even Meng Ying was shocked. She had never seen such creatures.
Lan An was clueless too.
"Man-Chicken—rare breed. Decent combat strength compared to other packs," Kim Nhi said casually. Decent, but not enough to impress her.
Lan An grew curious, continuing to watch.
Their opponents: Iron-Feathered Eagles dominating the sky. Wingspans dozens of zhang, feathers like steel blades. Talons and beaks terrifying—could drill through flesh.
"I know these—Iron-Feathered Eagles. Savage and warlike…" Meng Ying said slowly.
The battle was brutal. Normally, flyers held advantage—dive-bomb assassinations, feather-blades raining down.
But the tide turned completely different.
Dozens of Man-Chickens crouched, then exploded upward. Long, powerful legs stomped craters—spiderweb cracks spreading. Their bodies vanished from sight.
Lan An hurriedly looked up—Man-Chickens appeared mid-air, Body Techniques condensing in fists, smashing nearest Iron-Feathered Eagles.
Lan An's eyes turned strange. Their fighting style mirrored his—unable to fly, they jumped to equal height then attacked.
Thanks to their ultra-long, powerful legs, Man-Chickens leaped twice as high as him. One jump nearly touched the heavens.
When their attacks landed, Iron-Feathered Eagles weren't pushovers. They used flight advantage to dodge nimbly, counterattacking with steel wings and talons—clashing head-on, explosions ringing in the sky. Man-Chickens fell after each clash, only to leap again ferociously—no fear.
Lan An roughly counted—both packs evenly matched. Each had about ten Sixth-Order members. On Viet Long Star, that would be Eighth-Rank force level.
Suddenly—change!
A pitch-black Man-Chicken plummeted from the sky, instantly drawing Lan An's attention. His eyes widened.
Amid beasts fighting purely with flesh, this one stood out like a diamond in coal.
Its entire body crackled with domineering Black Lightning. Space faintly cracked around it—Late Sixth-Order.
"Mutated Man-Chicken—born with Black Lightning!" Kim Nhi recognised instantly.
Lan An nodded silently.
It was also extremely arrogant. Clearly only Late Sixth-Order, yet it fought four Late Sixth-Order Iron-Feathered Eagles alone—and held the upper hand.
Its next move amused Lan An even more…
The mutated Man-Chicken leaped high, then deliberately landed on an Iron-Feathered Eagle's broad back. Black Lightning crackled under its feet—using the eagle as a springboard. Each stomp made the eagle spew blood…
Before it could react, the mutated chicken sprang to another eagle's back. In mere breaths, it bounced between enemies like no man's land. Every stomp carried Black Lightning's destructive power—paralysing backs, crippling, even instantly killing weaker Sixth-Order eagles.
"This one's a rare genius!" Meng Ying praised.
Lan An agreed. Mutated with Black Lightning, superior combat strength, intelligent fighting style—this mutated Man-Chicken surpassed most Golden Board geniuses he knew.
With its disruption, the battle quickly ended. Man-Chicken pack suffered losses—but nearly wiped out the Iron-Feathered Eagles. Only a few stronger leaders barely escaped…
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
Victory—Man-Chickens crowed proudly, battle intent soaring.
But next scene made Lan An frown…
The entire pack ignored the mutated hero who secured victory. Instead, they surrounded it, eyes full of hostility and contempt.
"What…?" Meng Ying gasped. The hero became outcast?
"This world worships pure Body Cultivation. The mutated one was born with Black Lightning—Spiritual Force. Thus despised by its own kind!" Lan An said gravely.
"Idiotic mindset. Dual Body-Spirit cultivation is true genius!" Meng Ying scoffed.
Lan An shrugged. He disagreed with Man Hoang's warped views—but had no intention to change them.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
Surrounded, the mutated Man-Chicken crowed defiantly—filled with endless grievance.
Though mistreated since birth, this time it was the clan's saviour. Why still attacked?
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
A Perfect Sixth-Order Man-Chicken raged, curled claw into fist—punched the mutated one.
The mutated chicken refused to yield. Black Lightning flashed—counter-punch.
BOOM!
The Perfect Sixth-Order was pushed back dozens of steps.
The mutated one—only Late Sixth-Order—stood unmoved. Its leap-realm combat ability far superior.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
Hundreds of Man-Chickens roared in fury. A freak daring to fight back against a clan elite?
Hundreds of attacks rained down. The mutated chicken resisted fiercely—even heavily injuring two same-realm peers. But against the entire pack—finally crushed, thrown off the cliff, on death's door.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
A Perfect Sixth-Order raised its foot—about to stomp…
The mutated chicken's eyes dimmed. Even in death, it stared wide—showing no fear or submission. Only rage and unwillingness.
"Gentleman Demon Subduing Fist!"
Suddenly, a stranger appeared in its fading vision. Heavy stone cloak, brutal fist met the descending foot.
BOOM!
Lan An was pushed back hundreds of metres, arm numb. But he saved the mutated chicken's life.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
The stranger's appearance enraged the entire pack. Hundreds of murderous eyes locked on Lan An.
"What are you looking at? Come bite me!" Lan An laughed wildly, stripping off the stone cloak. Muscular body revealed—only loincloth covering sensitive parts. Instantly light as a feather—peak flexibility and agility.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
A Fifth-Order Man-Chicken sensed blood-equivalent power—bloodlust surged. It charged, stomping down from mid-air.
"Heh heh!" Lan An grinned savagely like a beast. Arms shot out precisely—like iron clamps, grabbing its legs…
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
The Man-Chicken struggled frantically. But the human's arms were monstrously strong. It couldn't escape—held like a chicken.
"DIE!" Without mercy, Lan An's arms ripped. Like tearing roast chicken—from crotch to crown, even bones split. No mercy.
Guts and blood rained…
Fifth-Order Man-Chicken died horribly.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
The brutal sight enraged the entire pack. Seven Man-Chicken leaders charged—surrounding Lan An.
They weren't stupid. Fifth-Order would die uselessly. Only the strong attacked.
Two Perfect Sixth-Order, two Late, three Mid…
Lan An scanned, lips curling. Tongue licked lips like a predator. Excited: "Come on! I'll use you beasts to break into Sixth Turn!"
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