Chapter 472

Chapter 472: Hunting

It didn’t take much time or tracking techniques for Midi to find his first prey.

It was a crystallized lizard.

Bigger than its Shaded Realm cousins, its scales were covered in pale purple crystals radiating Dragon Power and magic.

Death Scorpion family records claimed its gaze could turn victims to stone.

The beast had immense strength, making it tough for melee professions to handle. Its crystal-covered body also granted strong magic resistance.

Only two weaknesses existed: slow speed and clumsy turning.

But none of this mattered to Midi.

A deep blue glow appeared in his eyes.

Mind-related abilities—mind lock!

The lizard froze instantly.

Its jaws hung open, corrosive drool pooling below. Small green eyes blinked vacantly while its limbs stayed locked in place, like a stone statue.

A gray blur flashed. Midi landed atop the six-meter lizard, driving his Horn King Greatsword down in a cold arc.

Focused force and the blade’s weight split the creature’s skull effortlessly.

The massive creature died silently in one strike.

Had this happened in the Death Scorpion arena, chaos would’ve erupted.

The crystallized lizard rivaled a weakened Black Dragon Knight—its attack and defense nearly matched Kanis’s. Yet Midi crushed it like an afterthought.

“Real battles suit me better,” Midi mused, pleased with his clean kill.

Here, he could unleash every trump card without holding back, combining attacks freely instead of hiding his true battle strength. No arena politics, no restraints—just ruthless efficiency.

One strike. No mercy.

Every part of the lizard held value. Even its lowest-quality scales could make pricey dragon scale armor. Its blood surpassed Shaded Realm lizards’ for brewing Dragon Breath Potion. Claws, teeth—all useful.

But Midi ignored these. His true journey was just starting; such materials meant nothing.

He took only three things:

The heart blood—the essence of its power.

The core, extracted by Eighth Apostle Rot himself, requiring no effort from Midi.

And the petrifying eyes. Simple processing would turn them into petrifying explosive bombs, adding a deadly option to his arsenal.

Sixty seconds later, Midi left. Lingering risked encounters with other fighters—or worse, magical beasts drawn by the blood’s scent.

It is often said that greed leads to downfall; knowing when to choose and let go is crucial in any gamble.

Soon, within a dense crystallized forest, Midi spotted another group of prey—a small flock of crystal-feathered falcons.

Their claws, beaks, and parts of their feathers had fully crystallized, enabling them to summon lightning from the skies and create irritating crystalline shields. These falcons flew swiftly in groups, making even Level 65 roaming gunslingsers hesitate to engage.

But of course, they posed no challenge to Midi.

Golden-Red Sword Lights flared around him.

Awakened Secret Technique: Sky Sword Dance!

Midi rose like a blazing cloud, diving faster than the falcons could react. Each sweep of his Sword Lights shredded at least one falcon into dust.

The flock soon lay scattered like torn rags. The largest falcon, their leader, tried to retaliate but met instant death under Midi’s Horn King Greatsword. The crystalline shields, though strong against bullets and arrows, shattered instantly against the greatsword’s blade.

With their leader gone, the remaining falcons fled. Midi didn’t bother with pursuit, simply leaving the hunting ground as usual. His storage ring now held crystal-core feathers—the essence of the falcons—along with the leader’s core claimed by Rot.

Continuing onward, Midi tracked a beast to the lair of a crystalline-scaled python guarding a Fire Crystal Silver Leaf Flower. The serpent hissed warnings, its purple tongue flickering. But even as the region’s apex predator, it stood no chance against Midi wielding full psychic energy and flying skills.

After a brief clash, Midi seized an opening: a mind lock followed by rapid psychic sniping. Blood gushed from the python’s nostrils, and it collapsed. Magical beasts, driven by instinct rather than will, couldn’t resist such high-level mind-related abilities. Midi claimed its core, venomous fangs, and the rare flower.

"This Sea of Trees is overflowing with resources," Midi mused, inspecting his storage ring. Even with his discerning standards, he marveled. The small realm’s Dark Magic density surpassed the Shaded Realm, dwarfing even the Death Scorpion family’s caverns.

Rarely disturbed by outsiders—the Black Dragon Conference occurred every five years, but the Crystal Dragon Fortress opened only once every fifty, as decreed by the Mososbury City Council—the Sea of Trees thrived as a pristine haven of magic and abundance.

Satisfied with his haul, Midi sought shelter. His Half-Sight Perception soon found a vacant cave. After scouting it and setting perimeter mechanisms, he unloaded the day’s treasures—materials that would spark frenzied bidding among the Shaded Realm’s major families.

However, for the fighters here, these items were nearly useless.

For instance, the heart blood of magical beasts showed poor effectiveness when consumed directly, as its inherent power proved difficult to absorb.

As for materials like crystal cores that couldn’t even be eaten, they were even less practical.

This was why the core disciples with discerning eyes wouldn’t bother hunting crystallized magical beasts.

But none of this posed problems for Midi.

He immediately retrieved a complete alchemy set from his storage ring and began brewing potions on the spot.

Moreover, to avoid complications from delay, Eighth Apostle Rot stepped in to assist without hesitation.

Midi’s alchemy skills had long surpassed his earlier capabilities, reaching remarkable heights. With a supreme expert aiding him, both the speed and precision of their potion-making achieved new breakthroughs.

Soon they produced a deep purple crystalline potion.

Using heart blood from crystallized lizards, crystal feathers from falcons, and serpent pearls from giant pythons as primary ingredients – all enhanced by psychic energy and Rot’s masterful purification techniques – this concoction exceeded normal standards.

It was a Grade Eight potion named "Crystal Heart Gunpowder Potion."

"The true version requires three days to fully extract the materials’ potency, making it Grade Eight-and-a-half. But lacking time, we accelerated the process, reducing it to Grade Eight," Rot remarked lightly, shaking his head with evident regret.

Having not practiced alchemy for years, he disliked producing an inferior product.

Midi however was thoroughly pleased: "Grade Eight suffices for now. We’ll have more materials to refine later!"

He gulped the potion down.

Processed essence from powerful beasts immediately flooded his system.

Midi felt searing magma-like heat spreading through every limb!

The Spirit Dragon Sword within him chimed eagerly, voraciously absorbing the energy.

Compared to absorbing Radiance of Darkness before, Midi now felt his power growing at astonishing speed.

His psychic capacity kept expanding.

Even his Dragon bloodline began boiling, undergoing purification.

His basic physique, level, Dragon Power reserves, and psychic energy all strengthened simultaneously – not mere level gains, but fundamental improvements.

Such was a Grade Eight potion’s might!

Controlling his excitement, Midi concentrated fully on absorbing this tremendous energy.

After an hour, he opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

Level 63 – surpassing small success!