202: Chapter 202 Entering the Misty Forest

Wang Lin's gaze shifted from Shen Junlin and landed on the people beside him.

Two people stood behind Shen Junlin, one on the left and one on the right, wearing black combat uniforms with the Shen Family crest embroidered on their chests.

Neither of them was young; they were around forty, not tall, but sturdy.

Their expressions were unchanging, their eyes held no fluctuation, and their aura was so restrained it was almost imperceptible.

But Wang Lin felt it—the two of them were very strong.

It was the kind of strength truly forged through life-and-death combat.

LV6. At least LV6.

Wang Lin's Mental Energy swept over them, but he didn't capture any fluctuations of a Superpower.

But he did capture something else: blood energy.

These two were Ancient Martial Artists, not Espers.

The bodyguards the Shen Family had assigned to Shen Junlin were LV6 Ancient Martial Artists.

The corners of Wang Lin's mouth curled up slightly.

The Shen Family was certainly willing to spend heavily on Shen Junlin, their eldest legitimate son.

Two LV6 Ancient Martial Artists, who would be considered top-tier combat power anywhere, were dispatched by his father to serve as his son's bodyguards.

I wonder how much my blood energy value would increase if I devoured the blood energy of two Ancient Martial Artists?

It seems my combat power will increase by a large margin after this trip to the Mist Forest.

Shen Junlin obviously saw Wang Lin as well; his gaze cut through the hundreds of people on the playground, locked accurately onto Wang Lin, and then he smiled.

Shen Junlin turned around and walked toward Wang Lin.

The two LV6 Ancient Martial Artists followed behind him, their steps in sync, their distance identical, as if measured with a ruler.

The students on the playground moved aside as they saw Shen Junlin approaching.

Shen Junlin walked up to Wang Lin and stopped.

Shen Junlin looked at Wang Lin, and Wang Lin looked at Shen Junlin.

The surrounding students held their breath, unsure of what was happening.

Zhao Meng stood behind Wang Lin; his expression changed when he saw Shen Junlin.

Zhao Meng had heard of Shen Junlin: the eldest legitimate son of the Shen Family's main branch, a sophomore, and an LV5 Sword God.

He didn't know why Shen Junlin was looking for Wang Lin, but he knew it wasn't a good thing.

Qiao Shuwan stood at the edge of the group, her brows furrowing slightly. Can this Wang Lin only cause trouble? He even offended the Shen Family?

Zhou Zhenghao was stunned for a moment: "Shen Junlin? What are you doing coming to our group?"

Shen Junlin ignored Zhou Zhenghao completely, his eyes fixed on Wang Lin: "Wang Lin, we meet again."

Wang Lin smiled: "Yeah, what a coincidence!"

"I remember that night very clearly."

"You stepping on my face, snatching my sword and ring, the pain of you stabbing into my stomach."

"I remember every detail."

The four people beside Wang Lin were stunned.

Stepping on his face? Snatching his sword and ring? Stabbing him in the stomach? Wang Lin did all this to Shen Junlin?

They couldn't believe that the Wang Lin before them was so bold. He dared to provoke Shen Junlin of the Shen Family, and not just in a minor way.

This was already a feud to the death!

Wang Lin looked at Shen Junlin without speaking.

Shen Junlin stepped closer, lowering his voice until only Wang Lin could hear:

"Do you think you can weaken my strength by snatching my sword and taking my ring?"

"You're wrong… In this Mist Forest training, I will let you know what regret is."

Shen Junlin paused and glanced at Wang Lin's teammates: "I hope your teammates can take good care of you."

After speaking, he turned and walked toward the northeast corner of the playground.

Wang Lin watched Shen Junlin's back, swallowing involuntarily.

Zhou Zhenghao looked at Wang Lin, his expression very grim.

Although he didn't know what had happened between Wang Lin and Shen Junlin, Zhou Zhenghao knew the Shen Family was not to be trifled with.

What puzzled Zhou Zhenghao the most was how Wang Lin, an LV4, could possibly defeat the LV5 Shen Junlin?

Even he, an LV6, couldn't guarantee a sure win one-on-one against Shen Junlin, yet Wang Lin had actually stepped on Shen Junlin?

...

The camp gate closed slowly behind them, the sound of the iron fence clashing echoing in the fog, dull and distant.

The five of them walked into that gray-white world, the fog surging from all directions, blocking out the sunlight.

Zhou Zhenghao walked in the lead.

He held the map in his hand, his peripheral vision constantly falling on Wang Lin.

Zhou Zhenghao still didn't believe it.

Although he heard Shen Junlin's words, his brain couldn't accept it.

An LV4 Wang Lin stepping on an LV5 Sword God?

Zhou Zhenghao didn't believe it. It wasn't that he looked down on Wang Lin; it was that this matter exceeded his scope of cognition.

In his understanding, the gap between LV4 and LV5 was a chasm that could not be crossed.

He, Zhou Zhenghao, was an LV6 and wouldn't dare say he was guaranteed a win against Shen Junlin, so how could Wang Lin, a freshman, do it?

So, ever since entering the Mist Forest, Zhou Zhenghao had been observing Wang Lin.

People always reveal their true colors—the scared will tremble, the nervous will sweat, the excited will have bright eyes.

As long as Wang Lin showed one of these, Zhou Zhenghao could tell himself: Shen Junlin was lying, and Wang Lin wasn't that strong.

But Zhou Zhenghao watched Wang Lin the whole way and didn't see any such expression.

Zhou Zhenghao's brows furrowed. This wasn't right. Someone entering the Mist Forest for the first time couldn't be this calm.

When he first entered the Mist Forest, his palms were covered in sweat, and even his legs were trembling.

Why wasn't Wang Lin nervous?

Either it was faked, or he was truly unafraid. But Zhou Zhenghao didn't want to believe Wang Lin was the latter.

The team moved forward for about twenty minutes; the fog thinned slightly, and the field of vision opened up a little.

Zhou Zhenghao stopped, checked the map, and pointed to a small path on the left: "Let's go this way. Moonlit Grass grows in damp, shady places; this area should have some."

The five of them turned into the path, with dense bushes on both sides, branches extending out and scratching their clothes.

Wang Lin walked in the middle; his Mental Energy had already captured something moving not far ahead...

An LV3 Mist Lizard. It wasn't large, but it was fast and had venom in its mouth.

This thing was a nuisance for ordinary students, but in his eyes, it wasn't worth mentioning.

"Something's there." Zhou Zhenghao pressed his hand on the dagger at his waist.

The bushes ahead were swaying, as if something was moving through them.

The bushes were split from the middle, and a grayish-green lizard darted out.

Its body length was nearly two meters, covered in rough scales, with a row of protruding bone spurs on its back. Sticky liquid dripped constantly from its mouth, making a hissing corrosive sound as it hit the ground.

LV3, Mist Lizard.

Zhou Zhenghao drew his dagger and charged up, Zhao Meng flanked from the side, and Su Wanqing raised her sword to block its retreat.

The three of them cooperated quite tacitly: Zhou Zhenghao pinned it from the front, Zhao Meng harassed from the flank, and Su Wanqing waited for an opportunity to attack.

Before long, Zhou Zhenghao seized an opportunity and stabbed his dagger into the Mist Lizard's throat.

The Mist Lizard struggled a few times, then crashed to the ground, blood gushing from its throat and seeping into the soil.

Zhou Zhenghao looked relaxed: "Let's keep going."