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,"

replied with a cold harrumph.

Lewis and Vivian because he thought Vivian was hot. As Ricky didn't seem to be a rival, Luther

them down, but he'd be embarrassed after they were so friendly to him.

...

Leopard at the fourth grade of

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

...

to be a creature at the fourth grade

more than ten beats of Skin Refining, all at the fourth grade. Lewis and Vivian usually took care of them, and Ricky

harvest. A couple more and our packs will be full," Lewis said. Then he saw something,

very different from a human shout.

sound made them

in front of them, a huge snow boa spiraled down, staring at them with terrifying scarlet eyes. The beast had to be at least five feet long. Its tongue darted in and out, and black glutinous venom spilled out, melting the patch of ice and snow it

not more. You don't want to let

easy, Lewis. Don't we have a helper? It's his turn

at Ricky, arms crossed. He

couldn't stand to keep quiet, ' Ricky seethed

trusts us. If you let him fight that thing, it's like watching him commit suicide,"

Luther." Vivian also scolded him. He'd probably lost any chance he

him. If he dies, we can always find another mediocre warrior," Luther said, doubling down on his original

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 back, leaving shadows and light footprints on the snow.

draw Ricky back only to find his warning was barked too

also exclaimed out of

idiot!" Luther said, apparently unconcerned with Ricky's