Following Wan Huawen, Yang Yu left the training ground and came to the deserted wilderness together.
The round lanterns emitted a faint light, but were unable to dispel the late autumn chill for Yang Yu and the others.
Looking around, Yang Yu did not find any blood lions other than Wan Huawen. He asked in an extremely uncertain tone:
"Um. Master, you said you would choose someone to be my opponent. I wonder if that person is you?"
Although Wan Huawen said that he would judge Yang Yu based on his performance and that it didn't matter if he lost, Yang Yu was not mentally prepared to face such a strong opponent and didn't want to be beaten by his opponent.
If you want to become the Blood Lion's disciple, do you have to fight a battle that you must lose
But there is no task given yet. Yang Yu poked the system interface hard, but the system refused to give out new tasks.
As a last resort, Yang Yu could only start thinking about how to lose less embarrassingly.
Unexpectedly, Wan Huawen shook his head.
"What you said just now really made me want to test your strength. Later, I thought about it and found a more suitable opponent for you. Wait a moment, he should be back soon."
After hearing what Wan Huawen said, Xin Mang suddenly knew who was conducting the test. She frowned slightly and asked Wan Huawen for confirmation again.
"Uncle, are you sure you really want him to fight Wan Ze?"
"I have made up my mind. Besides, Wan Ze has always been arrogant and underestimated his opponents. You know Wan Ze's habits. He must be groggy when he comes back.
As long as he can wake Wan Ze up, he will pass the test this time."
Judging from Xin Mang's reaction, the blood lion named Wan Ze should have super strength, but according to Wan Huawen's reaction, he seems to have some bad habits.
Just when Yang Yu was about to ask Wan Ze what kind of blood lion he was, Yang Yu discovered that the two of them were staring at the towering walls surrounding the Blood Lion mansion.
Yang Yu also looked over.
A small figure jumped up beside the wall of the Blood Lion Mansion. With the help of the light from the street, Yang Yu could see clearly that it was a gourd.
The gourd jumped back and forth several times before finally climbing over the wall and landing in the territory of the blood lion.
Lotkar's ears caught the clear sound of water swaying, it was a wine gourd filled with wine.
Following the wine gourd, a black figure jumped up from the other side of the high wall, climbed up the wall with both hands, and then, as if he did not stand firmly, he fell on the wall, looking very embarrassed.
As if he had lost his grip, the black shadow's body slid down, but he did not struggle, allowing his body to fall freely and land near the wine gourd.
After a while, the black shadow lying on the ground stood up shakily, and leaned forward greatly, as if he might fall at any time, but he did not fall, picked up the wine gourd, and walked towards Yang Yu and the others with devilish steps.
As the figure got closer, his outline became clearer and clearer under the light of the field.
He was a lion-eared boy about the same age as Yang Yu. He was wearing a white Taoist robe, which he carelessly took off halfway, leaving his left half naked. He seemed very cold, so he put his left hand into his arms, raised the gourd with his right hand, and poured wine into his mouth.
"Your opponent is him, my good-for-nothing little son Wan Ze." Wan Huawen sighed heavily, not hiding the disappointment and regret in his words. "As long as you can wake him up, you will pass my test."
"Potato. Thorn, don't be fooled by his carefree attitude. He received the invitation letter to the Dragon God Conference from His Majesty the King three years ago. Wanze's strength is unfathomable, far beyond that of his peers."
Xin Mang stepped forward and tugged at Yang Yu's sleeve, only to find that Yang Yu's expression was already serious.
Through the panel, Yang Yu could see all of Wan Ze's attributes.
Wanze
Race: Blood Lion (third in line to succeed the leader) Level: LV 62
HP: 8410/8410, MP: 3530/3530
Personal attributes: Strength 2560, Defense 1598, Intelligence 154, Special Defense 854, Agility 652
Status: Drunk (Damage reduced by 0~50%, skills and attacks are harder to hit than before due to blurry vision)
Special: [Blood Lion LV.MAX] - For every 10% of maximum health lost, the damage will be increased by 10%.
Resistance: Physical resistance +10%, magic resistance +10%, fire resistance -10%]
He is only level 62, but he possesses such attributes. This young blood lion named Wanze undoubtedly belongs to the first echelon of genius in this world.
Xin Mang has made it clear that he has received an invitation to the Dragon God Conference, which means that he is also one of the strong contenders for the victory of the Dragon God Conference.
More importantly, when Yang Yu saw Wan Ze's attributes, he always felt that something was missing.
After a little thought, Yang Yu suddenly discovered that there was no endurance item on the attribute lists of the two blood lions, Wan Ze and Wan Huawen.
Yang Yu didn't think it was a problem that his charm and luck weren't apparent.
However, the endurance that had always been seen in the past had disappeared in the blood lion clan.
Is it hidden for some reason, or is it because the Blood Lion Clan simply does not have the concept of endurance? They possess almost unlimited physical strength.
If it is the latter, the Blood Lion race is really too strong. Combined with the passive of [Bloody Lion], they are simply natural war machines.
"I say, why did you assign me such a strong opponent? You heard that I was aiming for [Raging Blood] and you are deliberately making things difficult for me!"
The corner of Yang Yu's mouth twitched slightly. What was even more infuriating was that Wan Huawen didn't want to deny it at all.
"You can understand it that way. But I think there's no problem. He's already drunk. You just need to go up and hit him twice with a stick and he'll wake up naturally." Wan Huawen said, pulling out the thick wooden pole beside him, taking off the lantern on it, and handed it to Yang Yu. "This stick is easy to use. I usually use it to teach him a lesson."
Looking at the stick handed over by Wan Huawen, Yang Yu felt nothing in his heart and even wanted to laugh. He even guessed what would happen next.
"I said you teach him a lesson, can you teach him a lesson every time?"
"If I could beat him up every time, he wouldn't come back drunk every time. All right, hurry up." Wan Huawen shook the big wooden stick in his hand, "If he wants to harm you, I will go over and do my best to stop him."
You old man are so bad. If you want to stop it, just rush up and give him two slaps in the face!
It was obvious that he couldn't wake him up himself, so he asked me to come.
You are not good at educating your child well, so you ask me to beat him on your behalf, and you call it a test. What a loving father and filial son.
The corners of Yang Yu's mouth twitched constantly. What he didn't know was that if he had not mentioned the matter of racial essence at that time, but chose to wait until after passing the test to mention it, this test might have been easier.
(End of this chapter)