72: Chapter 72 Senior, you don't think I want to touch your leg, do you?

Source Abyss Ash Belt.

The blood cocoon wrapping Da Huang completely shattered!

"Boom!"

A violent, scorching wave of air swept out from the tent as the center,

shattering stones and sending dust flying everywhere.

Su Ming and Shen Qingci instinctively narrowed their eyes,

raising their hands to shield their faces.

Amidst the firelight,

a massive and hideous figure,

stepping on dark red flames, slowly walked out.

Its size had nearly doubled from before.

Its shoulder height exceeded two meters, and its body length was nearly five meters.

Its limbs were as thick as steel pillars,

and its sharp claws shimmered with a cold, metallic luster.

Amidst its golden fur,

lava-like crimson patterns flowed.

Most terrifying of all,

beside its original neck,

a second head had actually grown!

The left head had dark golden vertical pupils,

and its mouth and nose exhaled a sharp, metallic aura so condensed it seemed physical.

The right head,

its pupils as red as magma,

burned with raging crimson flames,

and with every breath,

it spat out scorching sparks.

Two heads,

two completely different terrifying auras,

perfectly fused within this single body.

The pressure, brought about purely by the crushing difference in life-tier,

made the surrounding air turn viscous,

and the stones beneath its feet, unable to withstand it, turned to powder.

How was this still a Wasteland Mastiff?

This was clearly a Two-headed Demon Hound crawled out from the depths of hell!

Veins bulged slightly on the back of the hand Shen Qingci used to grip her blade.

Her perception of Source Beasts was extremely keen.

This aura was even a notch stronger than that Wolf King from earlier!

"Two-headed form..." she murmured,

"After the beast soul brand was devoured, it wasn't a simple energy absorption, but... Bloodline Fusion?"

She looked back at Su Ming.

"Your dog has evolved into a Tier 3 Source Beast!"

Hey, why are you insulting me?

Su Ming raised an eyebrow,

his tone carrying a hint of surprise,

“Oh? It reached Tier 3 too?”

Shen Qingci was stunned.

Too?

Her mind raced,

and her eyes suddenly widened as she looked at Su Ming:

“Wait! Too? What do you mean?

You... you've broken through to Tier 3 as well?!”

Su Ming felt smug inside,

but he put on a calm front and nodded:

“Yeah, just now, I accidentally had a small breakthrough.”

Accidentally?

And a small one?

I see you're acting big again...

Shen Qingci froze on the spot.

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

This battle had allowed her to reach the peak of Tier 2.

She was confident that after returning, she could step into the Tier 3 threshold within a week.

But this man,

after casually fighting a battle on the wasteland,

told her he was already Tier 3?

She, who should have been immersed in the joy of promotion,

felt her mood like a roller coaster.

In a brief instant, she experienced a series of complex changes from shock, doubt, and bewilderment, to final self-negation.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What have I been practicing for these nineteen years?

She felt like her role as the "Senior" was quite pathetic.

Just then.

The majestic Two-headed Demon Hound,

after seeing Su Ming clearly by the tent,

suddenly shuddered.

Its four vertical pupils instantly cleared.

Two tongues stuck out simultaneously.

"Awoo..."

The two hideous dog heads

simultaneously let out high-pitched, whimpering sounds.

Its massive body, in a posture completely inconsistent with its mighty setting,

twisted on the ground like a maggot,

and that tail burning with flames behind its butt

wagged so fast it became an afterimage.

Using all four claws,

it scrambled to Su Ming's feet.

The left head nudged his leg.

The right head licked his hand.

The two heads vied to please him,

even bumping into each other,

nearly starting a fight.

That appearance

was the spitting image of a lapdog that hadn't seen its master in centuries.

It had no Source Beast dignity to speak of.

The style changed so quickly

that Shen Qingci's brain went a bit haywire.

What happened to the Abyss Demon Hound?

It's asking for pets online now?

Is this a freaking Husky?!

Su Ming, however, was used to it,

pushing away the two heads that kept nudging him with a look of disgust.

"Get lost... two mouths licking my one face, have you considered my feelings?"

Su Ming sized up Da Huang's evolved size,

his gaze landing on that broad and flat back.

"Not bad, from now on, you're my exclusive ride."

Without another word, Su Ming

stepped on Da Huang's forelimb joint and flipped onto its back.

Da Huang's two heads looked back together,

its four eyes filled with the excitement of "Master is finally willing to ride me."

Su Ming tentatively turned off part of his Mass Concealment.

A weight of several hundred kilograms suddenly pressed down.

Not only did Da Huang remain motionless,

it instead let out two comfortable "awoos,"

as if it finally felt its master's "presence."

Stable! Too stable!

"Go, let's take a couple of laps!"

"Awoof!"

Da Huang's four hooves dug into the ground, and it suddenly shot forward.

A long dragon of dust kicked up on the Gobi.

Its nearly five-meter-long body sped across the rocky wasteland,

yet its running posture was surprisingly stable.

Its four thick legs absorbed the bumps of the ground like hydraulic suspension.

Riding on top,

Su Ming actually couldn't feel any shaking.

"Not bad, not bad."

He patted Da Huang's neck, extremely satisfied,

"Transportation, travel, charging, and showing off—all handled by one dog."

Da Huang's two heads simultaneously let out pleasant low growls,

running even more happily.

After circling back to the original spot,

Da Huang very perceptively lowered its body and lay down to make it easy for Su Ming to get off.

Su Ming looked thoroughly pleased.

This was way cooler than any luxury coupe or private jet!

He caught a glimpse of Shen Qingci out of the corner of his eye.

This girl's eyes hadn't left Da Huang once,

and deep within them was clearly a hint of curiosity and... envy.

Su Ming jumped off the dog's back and spoke with a smile:

"Senior, want to come up for a ride?

This is a luxury top-tier mount,

an experience money can't buy."

Shen Qingci stood there, somewhat hesitant.

Growing up, she had ridden in command vehicles, armored vehicles, and military hovercraft, but she had never ridden a... dog.

More accurately, she had never ridden a quasi-Tier 4, two-headed, fire-breathing dog.

To say she wasn't tempted would be a lie.

Seeing her like that, Su Ming

goaded her: "Senior, you're not afraid of dogs, are you?"

"Who's afraid!"

Shen Qingci instinctively retorted.

Su Ming's smile grew even brighter.

"Then get on. The view's good up front; you sit in the front."

That way, with him sitting behind, he could rightfully be a protector of the fair lady.

Da Huang also very cooperatively turned around,

showing off its broad back,

and its left head even turned back to stick its tongue out at Shen Qingci,

with a "come on, come on" expression.

"I'll get on then!"

Shen Qingci bit her lip,

finally unable to resist the temptation,

and walked over.

"I'm riding alone, you're not allowed on!"

Da Huang had two heads, but not two bodies.

Whether that guy was behind her or in front of her,

it was too intimate!

Su Ming's plan fell apart.

So I invited her for nothing?

He watched as Shen Qingci walked up to Da Huang,

preparing to mount.

Shen Qingci wasn't wearing her combat suit tonight,

just a thin T-shirt on top

and a pair of black athletic shorts on the bottom.

Under the moonlight,

a pair of smooth, slender calves shimmered with an ivory luster.

The muscle lines were tight and full of power.

A true beauty!

Simply couldn't be any more top-tier!

Su Ming's gaze became glued to them.

In just a few seconds, his throat felt a bit dry.

Just as Shen Qingci stepped one foot onto the dog's back,

and was about to push off with the other foot.

As if possessed, Su Ming reached out his hand,

he himself didn't know what had come over him.

His palm actually landed right on her calf.

It felt smooth and warm, with incredible elasticity—an excellent touch.

"!!!"

Shen Qingci's whole body stiffened,

as if struck by high-voltage electricity,

she practically bounced off the dog's back,

leaping three meters away in an instant.

"Su Ming!!"

Her pretty face turned bright red,

both ashamed and angry, she glared death at Su Ming.

"What are you doing! Who told you to touch me!"

You pervert! Bastard! Now you're even daring to get handsy!

Su Ming quickly pulled his hand back,

guiltily rubbing it on his pants, and scratched his head awkwardly:

"I... I just saw you were injured and weak, I wanted to give you a hand..."

Give me a hand my foot!

You think I can't tell the difference between helping and feeling me up!

Shen Qingci's chest heaved violently,

looking at his shameless face after taking advantage of her,

she couldn't even find the right words to curse him.

Su Ming felt a bit unnerved by her murderous gaze,

his eyes darted around, and then he put on a serious face.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He looked shocked, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Holy crap? Senior!!

You don't actually think I wanted to touch your leg just now, do you?"

"What are you thinking?

Do I not have legs of my own?

Why would I need to touch yours?"

"..."

Shen Qingci was completely silenced by his shockingly shameless logic.

How can someone's skin be this thick?!

You've really awakened quite a few talents, haven't you!

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