The legendary warrior

Three people made their way towards Ricky: a strong young man at the fourth grade of Skin Refinement; a pretty young girl in a light yellow skirt who could match the girl on the mountain peak just now; another young man in white raiment with a nice look but a grim gaze. The power radiating from the one in white was palpable—he was at least at the fifth grade of Skin Refinement, if not the sixth.

"Hey, buddy!" The strong one greeted Ricky with a smile.

"What's up?" Ricky asked.

"We're going hunting. Fierce beasts live deep in the snowy mountains. We could use a little practice and make some money to boot. Wanna come along?"

"I'm headed for the snowy mountain too," Ricky said with a smile.

"That's great! With four of us, we'll probably beat whatever comes our way," the girl exclaimed after hearing Ricky's response.

"So it's a done deal. I'm Lewis, by the way. This is Vivian. And that's Luther over there, the most powerful one of our little group. Don't let the mean look fool you. He's actually a good guy, ha ha!" Lewis said with a smile. "And I didn't catch your name?"

"Ricky!"

Upon hearing Ricky's name, Luther finally opened his mouth, as he gave the stink eye to Ricky. "Well, if it isn't the waste of blood.

Forget it. We don't need this guy. He doesn't have a spiritual meridian. He'd only slow us down.

Besides, this presumptuous piece of crap even wants to fight Wade!"

Luther sneered.

After hearing Luther's words, Ricky frowned, really wanting to put this guy in his place.

Lewis and Vivian were quite embarrassed by Luther's ranting. Word traveled fast, and they knew all about Ricky. He'd beaten Hurley, which was no mean feat. They thought he might be an asset.

Thinking quickly, Lewis draped an arm around Ricky's shoulders as a friendly gesture. "And sometimes Luther can be an asshole, too. Don't let it throw you."

We do," Vivian

replied with a cold

was hot. As Ricky didn't seem to be a rival, Luther

they were sincere. He was going to turn them down, but he'd be embarrassed after they were so friendly to him. Giving the

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at the fourth grade of Skin Refinement!

met it, using his spiritual power to inflict damage to the great cat's vital areas, and using his spiritual power

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at the fourth

the fourth grade. Lewis and Vivian usually

more and our packs will be full," Lewis

they heard something very different

and the sound

black glutinous venom spilled out, melting the patch of ice and snow it fell on. The boa's constriction abilities were less useful in finding food than they could have been, so mother nature let it keep its venom sacs.

not more. You don't want to let it bite you—its venom kills!"

helper? It's his turn to show off

sneered ironically as he glared at Ricky, arms crossed. He

stand to keep quiet, ' Ricky seethed inside.

along because he trusts us. If you let him fight that

probably lost any chance he had with her by now.

pull his own weight. We're not gonna carry him. If he dies, we can

didn't care about their personal squabbles. It had been steadily advancing on them as they bickered among themselves. Any closer and it would be attacking at least one

"Let me at him!"

a fine steel saber from the scabbard slung along his

Lewis exclaimed as he wanted to draw Ricky back only to find his warning was barked

Vivian also exclaimed

idiot!" Luther said, apparently