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."

Just ignore him. We do," Vivian

replied with a cold harrumph.

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

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

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the fourth grade of

using his spiritual power to inflict damage to the great cat's vital areas, and using his spiritual power to deflect the creature's claws and teeth. Before too long, Lewis smashed the beast's skull in with his mace.

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be a creature at the fourth grade of Skin Refinement!" Vivian exclaimed. She dropped into a fighting stance. "I

three days, they had encountered more than ten beats of Skin Refining, all at the fourth grade. Lewis and Vivian usually took care of

be full," Lewis said.

they heard something very different from

raspy hiss, and the sound made them all

five feet long. Its tongue darted in and out, and 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

more. You don't want to let it bite you—its venom kills!" Watching the boa, Lewis swallowed his saliva, saying, "Luther,

we have a helper? It's his turn to show off his martial

ironically as he glared at Ricky, arms crossed.

couldn't stand to keep

because he trusts us. If you let him fight that thing, it's like watching him commit suicide," Lewis complained after hearing

him. He'd probably lost any chance he had with her

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

on them as they bickered

"Let me at him!"

the Snow-scaled Boa while drawing a fine steel saber from the scabbard slung along his back, leaving shadows

he wanted to draw Ricky back

exclaimed out of

What an idiot!" Luther said, apparently unconcerned