Within the Mountain of Magic Beasts, all kinds of magical beasts had their own territories. The area where Feng Hao was located was a lawless area, so there had been no tyrannical magical beasts coming in and out.
The eighth level of the Demonic Bear was only slightly stronger than the Raging Flame Beast. In the Magical Beast Mountain Range, it was also an existence of trash. However, for Fenghao, who was only at the sixth level of the Martial Disciple realm, this was undoubtedly a great challenge.
After all, there was a huge difference of two levels between them.
However, Feng Hao, who was confident in his speed, decided to give it a try. If he could kill this demonic bear, then his source of meat would be wider.
Speaking of speed, Feng Hao was also a little confused. When he hunted the first Flame Beast, it was a narrow escape. However, after eating the meat of that beast, his speed and agility had strangely increased. This was really strange. He could not find the result, so he could only think of it as the result of training under the waterfall.
Slowly approaching, he saw a black bear that was more than two meters tall lying in a bush. Beside it, there was the skeleton of an unknown magical beast.
"Roar!..."
The demonic bear suddenly opened its big eyes and looked directly at where Feng Hao was. It stood up with a flip, opened its mouth, and roared wildly. Then, it rushed towards Feng Hao.
"Oh no!"
Wanting to sneak attack failed, Feng Hao took a step and began to run.
"Roar!"
The demonic bear rushed straight like a tank, trampling all the bushes on the way. Any tree in front of it was also slapped down with a slap. Its momentum was overwhelming and very fierce.
"Swish!Swish!Swish! "
Feng Hao jumped nimbly between the mountains like a monkey. There was not the slightest bit of sloppiness between his movements. After a while, he left the demonic bear behind.
"Isn't it too slow?"
He turned to look at the roaring Demonic Bear not far away and was stunned. "My speed has increased by so much?"
He remembered that the last time, he had escaped from the bear's paw with great difficulty. This time around, he had easily left it behind. This difference caused Fenghao to be somewhat astonished.
"If that's the case."
Seeing this situation, Feng Hao was completely relieved. He held the long spear in his hand horizontally and waited for the Demonic Bear to arrive.
"Roar! …"
Seeing Feng Hao, the Demonic Bear also went crazy. It took two and three steps, causing the ground under its feet to tremble. It raised its thick arms and swung it at Feng Hao.
As the strong wind approached, Feng Hao did not panic. He gripped his wooden spear tightly and moved with small steps, nimbly dodging the Demonic Bear's attacks. His eyes were fixed on the Demonic Bear's movements, ready to stab it with his spear at any moment.
"Bang! …"
"Crack!"
"Bang! …"
Wood chips flew everywhere, grass and trees flew everywhere, and gravel flew everywhere. Dust shrouded the small area, and the Demonic Bear's angry roar never stopped.
There was no doubt about the strength of the Demonic Bear's attack. If he was hit by it, Fenghao had no doubt that his bones would be broken. He might even be crippled. However, with his nimble movements, the Demonic Bear had not been able to touch the corner of his clothes even after an hour.
This was because Feng Hao could clearly see the trajectory of the Demonic Bear's attack, so he could easily dodge it.
After a period of time, even the Demonic Bear, which was known for its endurance, slowed down. The strength between its palms also gradually weakened.
Seeing this situation, Feng Hao was secretly delighted. His mind also started to work, and the arc of his movement became bigger and bigger, flashing around the Demonic Bear.
"Swish!"
Seeing the right opportunity, Feng Hao did not hesitate to stab the long spear in his hand, hitting the Demonic Bear's back.
"Chi!"
He did not see what he wanted to see. The Demonic Bear's back was as hard as a rock. The stab with the spear did not cause much damage except for picking off some of its fur.
"Roar! …"
The Demonic Bear went berserk. Originally, it was already exhausted, but after being threatened, it burst out with a burst of violent power. A vicious aura rolled out and dust flew everywhere, forcing Fenghao to panic. Several times, the thick and solid palm brushed past his body, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
"Why is it so hard?"
Sweat slid down Feng Hao's cheeks. While dodging, he thought, and his eyes swept over the Demonic Bear's body.
"Bang! …"
The huge palm hit the ground, and suddenly a pit appeared. When the palm was raised, gravel and soil were brought out and scattered in all directions.
"Huh?"
When the Demonic Bear raised its arm, Feng Hao saw that the Demonic Bear was covered in black fur, and there was a palm-sized white spot under its armpit.
"Is that its weakness?"
He found that every time the Demonic Bear raised its arm, it would intentionally or unintentionally cover the white spot. It was obvious that the Demonic Bear was covering something.
"Swoosh!"
With a slight sound, when the Demonic Bear's palm hit, the spear in Feng Hao's hand quickly slashed across the white spot.
"Chi!"
"Roar! …"
The sound of leather tearing was heard, and then the Demonic Bear let out a miserable roar. Bright red blood sprayed out from its armpit, dyeing the ground red.
It glanced at the small boy in front of it in horror and fled without looking back.
"Still trying to run!"
Fenghaojia followed.
The Demonic Bear's speed was originally not as fast as Feng Hao's. Now that it was seriously injured, its body was a little stumbling. In a short while, Feng Hao caught up with it.
"Swoosh!Swoosh!Swoosh! "
The spear in Feng Hao's hand stabbed at the Demonic Bear's armpit again and again. Although the Demonic Bear had been clamping its arm, the wound kept gushing blood, which gradually weakened it.
"Chi!"
Another sound. The white spot on the other side of the Demonic Bear was also cut by the spear. Blood gushed out even more. The Demonic Bear's body shook for a while and finally fell to the ground unwillingly. Its huge body kept twitching, and blood stained the ground around it.
"Phew …"
Fenghao exhaled lightly and stood in the distance until the Demonic Bear stopped breathing. Only then did he cautiously walk over and use his long spear to poke at the wound. Seeing that the Demonic Bear was still motionless, he finally felt relieved.
"Heh!"
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.
After all, killing a Level Eight Demonic Bear with the strength of a Level Six, which was two levels higher, was not something that could be done by just anyone.
"Can the Demonic Bear's meat increase my strength?"
This was what Feng Hao wanted to know the most.
After spending a lot of effort, he dragged the Demonic Bear, which was about 300 pounds, back to the waterfall. After cleaning it wantonly, Feng Hao started a fire, skewered a big piece of bear meat, and roasted it.
The aroma of meat filled the air. Holding the bear meat in his hand, he was not afraid of the heat. Feng Hao chewed on it, and he did not know what the taste was like.
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