Chapter 120: Chameleon Black-Winged Mantis
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was considered a great improvement though. A month ago, Tang Ling suffered tremendously after swallowing a strip of vicious beast meat, and now, consuming 50 grams was not too hard on him.
On top of that, he had reached the numbers required or beyond, to start the cultivation classes.
According to the instructor, even the genius among the geniuses of the New Moon Warriors had to spend a month and a half to achieve the required numbers, but he did it in 20 days.
Was that not amazing?
His delight lasted for several seconds before he calmed himself down. Since he got a significant advantage in the form of the Level 3 vicious meat, it was not something to be overjoyed about.
One thing worth noting was that the standard meat provided in the First Reserved Camp was only 2 kg of king beast meat per day.
The higher the level of the meat, the more energy it contained. That meant the boost in power experienced would also be tremendous. Every single increase in level of the meat would result in several levels worth of power-ups to the body.
Tang Ling calculated it with his Precise Instinct. If he consumed mainly Level 3 vicious beast meat every day, his daily requirement would not go over 150 grams, but the speed of his power-up would far surpass his current level, which was nearly 50% higher.
That was the difference between the types of meat.
However, there was a long path ahead, and he still had to bear the burden of his appetite. What would happen after he finished his Level 3 vicious beast meat? How would he replenish it?
Besides, it had been a while now, yet he did not enter the Dream. According to Kun, Dream Coins were precious. If he was lucky enough to get some and exchange them all for meat...
After all, Kun treated a Level 3 vicious beast meat as scraps among the trash.
However, a human being could never only fantasize about the amazing things. What if the entry to the Dream was only admitted once a year? He would still have to replenish his own supply.
His powers were a lot stronger now, and he could control his Precise Instinct better. Even his hunting experience had increased, so would it be time to...
Tang Ling thought of ‘it’, the prey that he had been eyeing for a long time and was an obstacle on his path. His blood boiled whenever he thought about it.
It was still early. If he could successfully hunt ‘it’ down, he might be able to make it to the night class. Why not give it a try?
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In this era, there were no favorites.
If someone had to ask who the era favored? Many would answer not who but what.
It was insects that got the best out of the changes. Indeed, the insects were the ones that mutated the most in this era. Almost all of the insects were non-identical to the insects from the old civilization. More precisely, the insects of the current era only retained around 60% of the similarities and traits of an insect from the past.
The insects were stronger and more adaptive to the environment. Some species even possessed intellect.
Everything was going well for the insects. Combined together with their terrifying numbers and countless species, what else would the insects be if not the favorites of the era?
Therefore, the classification of insects in this era was unlike that of the wild beasts.
The weakest ones were Level 1 mutated insects, and they went all the way to Level 9.
After the mutated insects were the demon insects, and they were classified similarly to the vicious beasts such as Level 1 demon insects, Level 2 demon insects, and so on.
As for whether there was something above the demon insect category, Tang Ling had no idea.
As a matter of fact, he did not even know whether there was something far more powerful than a vicious beast. He was bedazzled by the mystery as there was not a single word in the information library that mentioned that.
“Demon insects... Are they insects that are turned into demonic beings?” Tang Ling was already at the edge of the forest, or more precisely, the frontier between the northern forest and the battlefield.
Hiding on top of a tree, Tang Ling mocked the naming of the demon insects. His eyes were locked onto a certain spot at the ruins less than 200 meters away.
That particular spot was the maximum range where the purple light of the Universal Source Rock could reach, so the purple light was extremely dim and was probably hard to even notice.
In addition to the fact that the particular spot of the ruins was where the buildings of the old civilization were concentrated, the terrain was rather complicated. There were many intercrossing paths and alleyways in the area. All sorts of abandoned skyscrapers and plants grew out from the desolate state, blocking the view. Due to all the hindrances and obstacles, this particular spot was an unusually quiet place on the battlefield.
The places where Tang Ling’s sight could reach were extremely quiet. Albeit being a kilometer away from the battlefield that rumbled with thick smoke and fierce slaughters, there was not a single living being in sight yet.
Were there really no living beings in the area? No!
Many times, Tang Ling explored the forests. Although his most important mission was to hunt for food, he was not without ambition.
He tried to sneak into the battlefield via the forest. No matter what kind of misunderstanding the warrior that opened the door for him had about the forest, he was right about one thing: the spoils and gains from the battlefield were much more rewarding.
Tang Ling also wanted to be rewarded with spoils! Even though he did not accept any battlefield missions and all the gains he reaped must be hidden and he was unable to exchange them for Hope credits back at the Hope Barrier, it was not a major problem!
Had it been Su Yao, he must have ways to get around this!
Tang Ling did not bring back all the petty gains he got from the forest. Instead, he hid them properly.
Therefore, he really wanted to go to the battlefield. He got used to it after witnessing many bloody slaughters, and his adventurous heart was inciting him at all times though it was easier said than done.
The dangerous battlefield filled with slays had no valid entry point for him to sneak in through.
So, when he discovered this unusually quiet spot, the joy almost drove him mad. He tried to sneak into the battlefield through here, but he realized there was an obstacle in his way.
It was a disgusting Level 3 mutated insect, a chameleon black-winged mantis.
When he had escaped the mantis back then, he almost lost an arm. It allowed him to understand that even the battlefield had territories of their own which were guarded by their respective monsters.
Of course, the Level 3 mutated insect occupied a lousy place with dim purple light. Furthermore, the complicated terrain benefited the chameleon black-winged mantis even more. It could fly and change colors. Although it was not massive, it was troublesome when it jumped out for a sneak attack.
The other more powerful insects were not willing to risk their lives in such a lousy place, hence only the mantis lingered around.
However, Tang Ling did not want to give up. He might not be as powerful as the mantis, but this place was the best entry point to the battlefield that he could find. If he could move around the spots without the purple light, he would be able to enter the territories of the mutated beasts.
Worried, Tang Ling smeared more Sournia Tartar mixture on himself and waited patiently.
Finally, after ten minutes, there were movements at a corner of an abandoned building which was as tall as a waste hill.
An arrogant mantis with blade-like arms appeared. Its color was almost identical to its background, and as it moved quietly, the color of its body kept changing.
Tang Ling’s eyes were sharp. At least, they were better than a normal man’s by a great deal. He did not know whether it was due to his Precise Instinct or not.
Even so, if he had not done something to the mantis during his last encounter, whereby he smashed three extremely resilient coloring mulberries on the mantis’s body, even he had trouble noticing the chameleon black-winged mantis.
“Thank the heavens that it didn’t rain these few days, so the color of the mulberries are still there. I have to thank myself for getting stronger so fast too.” Tang Ling licked his lips.
He took out the venom sac that he got from the giant numbing spider. Oh, he had to thank the giant numbing spider as well!