Although he had wasted several months of simuted life attempts, to be precise, he hadn't used the Life Simution System at all in the past half year.

  After all, he had been in a transitional phase of the future line for the past half year, with days passing ufully.

  "Hmm, what's this..."

  Suddenly, Li Meng's expression ged slightly, and his tall figure abruptly stood up.

  Standing ochtower, Li Meng stared ily at the forest to the east. After a while, he gave a sinister smile and swung the Big Iron Rod in his right hand.

  "Finally, they're here!"

  Li Meng leaped from the watchtower, and with a "crack," the wooden floor shattered.

  His tall body shot up like a onball, s dozens of meters before nding heavily on the wastend outside the wooden walls. Standing on the wastend, Li Mehe Big Iron Rod, waiting for the "distinguished guest" to arrive.

  Before long, there was movement in the eastern forest. Moments ter, a not-so-tall figure emerged from the forest.

  It had dark brown skin and a pair of ram horns on its head. Its lower body sisted of two furry long legs and a pair of hooves.

  Though not t, it was very muscur. Standing two meters tall, it carried a rge sword on its shoulder. Its eyes were golden, and it exuded an unusually violent aura.

  "Haha, iing, as a Goblin, you're indeed quite special!" Seeing Li Meng standing outside the wooden fortress gate as if waiting for it, the ghost beastman ughed, eyes filled with excitement.

  It stopped in its tracks, standing over two hundred meters away from Li Meng. For a moment, the world fell into a deathly silence. Li Meng, standing on the wastend before the wooden fortress, calmly sized up the ghost beastman.

  [Ghost Beastmae)]

  [Level: 67]

  [Strength: 1991]

  [Defense: 1961]

  [Agility: 2411]

  [Magic: 1771]

  [Demon King tract: LV2 (Immuo mental magic)]

  [Berserk: LV3]

  [War Cry: LV4]

  [Super Physique: LV3 (Strength +600, Defense +600, Agility +600)]

  [Charged Strike: LV4]

  [Super Leap: LV3 (Agility +600)]

  [Instant Fsh Assault: LV2]

  [Aral Blessing: LV5 (All attributes +500)]

  [Aral Prote: LV3]

  [Demonic Physique: LV2 (All attributes +200)]

  [Note: Dev skills will establish a master-servant tract with the Demon King]

  The ghost beastman's attributes surprised Li Meng, but the st line of information made him roll his eyes.

  "Damn, are you kidding me!" Li Meng cursed inwardly. This guy was ridiculously strong, with ten skills.

  Li Meng had thought that if he devoured it, his strength would skyrocket. But before he could celebrate, he saw the cost. He had no iion of being the Demon King's servant.

  At this moment, the ghost beastman made a new move. It nodded repeatedly while Li Meng, as if seleg a valuable item or tool.

  With a sinister smile, it swung its heavy sword, pointing it directly at the Goblin Warriors not far away.

  "Goblin, I am 'Ghost Hand,' turion of the Demon King's army. Submit or die!" Its roar echoed into Li Meng's ears.

  From the Goblin Warrihost Hand could sense a powerful aura, and even it felt a sense of oppression fag that aura.

  This left Ghost Hand incredulous. Even the Goblin King was trash in its eyes, something it could crush with a finger, yet a Goblin Warriave it a sense of oppression.

  Li Meng grinned, swung the Big Iron Rod, aed it on his shoulder, "If you wao submit, let's see if you have the skill!"

  The ghost beastman clearly didn't have a skill like "Heart Speech," yet it could speak the Goblin nguage, making Li Meng curious about how it mahat.

  "Mere Goblin, arrogant!" Ghost Hand's face turned cold, full of murderous i, "Today, I'll show you that Goblins will always be Goblins, no matter how strong, still trash!"

  With those words, the ghost beastman took a giant step forward.

  "Boom!"

  At the moment its right foot hit the ground, there was a "boom," and a wave of air exploded, with Ghost Hand's figure disappearing in a fsh.

  Ghost Hand hadn't vanished but shot out like a bullet, the grouh its feet sinking with a "boom." Its speed was so fast that its figure was invisible, only a shadow flickered across the wastend, followed by the sound of breaking air.

  "So fast!" In Li Meng's eyes, Ghost Hand's figure flickered, and in the blink of a was in front of him.

  Li Meng quickly held the Big Iron Rod, swinging it forward. His movements were swift, invisible to ordinary people.

  "Too slow, Goblin!" With a cold snhost Hand suddenly vanished from under Li Meng's Big Iron Rod, as if telep away.

  The Big Iron Rod, missing its target, smmed into the ground with a "boom," sending dust and debris flying, creating a rge pit in front of Li Meng.

  Almost simultaneously, Ghost Hand appeared behind Li Meng, wielding its sword with one hand, sweeping the sword's back across Li Meng's waist.

  "Thud"

  A dull thud sounded. With a "crack," several bones in Li Meng's waist broke, and his tall body was sent flying. He flew dozens of meters before crashing into the wooden wall with a "thud."

  "Boom!"

  A rge se of the wooden wall colpsed under Li Meng's impact. He tio crash into the tribe, breaking several rge trees before rolling to a stop, sliding several dozeers.

  "Indeed, very powerful!" The intense pain in his ans made Li Meng gasp. With a sinister smile, he jumped up from the ground, full of energy. Looking at the wooden wall outside the forest, Li Meng roared, "Ghost beastman, I'll kill you and use your head as a chamber pot!"

  The battle with a strong oppo excited Li Meng immensely. He could feel his body boiling, a power within him eager to burst forth. He wao unleash it, to be io feel pain.

  "Roar!"

  The surging blood made Li Meng lose himself, opening his mouth to let out aed roar.

  The Berserk skill activated involuntarily. In the dim forest, Li Meng's tall body crackled with sounds. A surge of blood energy emanated from his body, filling the air with a suffog murderous aura and pressure.

  His skin turned from green to reddish-brown, with the veih turning red, like worms crawling over his body and face.

  At this moment, Li Meng became extremely terrifying, a true mohe air around him radiated intense heat.

  "Berserk? Iing!" A cold snort echoed, followed by the sound of breaking air.

  Ghost Hand shot into the forest like an arrow. Holding its sword with both hands, it appeared before Li Meng in an instant. The ghost beastman gave a sinister smile, raising its heavy sword high. It swung the sword down towards Li Meng's shoulder.

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