Chapter 50: The Right Weapon

Feeling Feld's provocation, the Rampaging Wolf Demon roared, then transformed into a streak of blood light, appearing in front of Feld in the blink of an eye.

Just as Hilda was recovering from her shock, she hastily exclaimed, "Be careful..."

But before she could finish her words, Feld's heavy hammer had already struck the Rampaging Wolf Demon's face, sending it flying once again.

Hilda widened her eyes, her mouth slightly agape, looking at the scene before her with disbelief.

She knew firsthand how powerful this Wolf Demon was.

So she dared not confront the Wolf Demon head-on.

But the strength of the big guy in front of her seemed even greater than the Wolf Demon's.

However, after entering its second form, the Rampaging Wolf Demon not only saw a surge in strength and speed, but its physicality and resilience also increased accordingly. Soon, the forest echoed with the Wolf Demon's roar once again.

This time, the Wolf Demon didn't use its pouncing attack.

Because leaping meant an opportunity for Feld.

So this time, the Wolf Demon chose to stay grounded and charged at Feld, its blood-red claws, over a meter long, like five sickles, heading straight for Feld's face.

Feld didn't retreat, but instead stepped forward, swinging his heavy hammer, clashing with the blood-red claws, creating a burst of intense sparks.

A familiar scene unfolded.

Feld stood his ground, swinging his heavy hammer, clashing head-on with the Wolf Demon. However, this time, Feld's strength was even greater, and the Wolf Demon in front of him was even larger.

The fierce collisions caused the ground to continuously tremble, and even the cats perched on trees watching the battle had to hold onto branches tightly to prevent themselves from falling.

"A tearing sound..." A huge scratch appeared on Feld's chest.

But there was no sign of pain on his face. Instead, he laughed maniacally.

A mist of blood floated around his chest, which was the blood poison on the Wolf Demon's claws. However, for some reason, the blood poison dissipated in less than a few seconds, and the bleeding wound quickly stopped bleeding, returning to a fresh red color and quickly scabbing over.

This recovery ability...

The more Hilda looked, the more shocked she felt.

Blood poison was a potent toxin commonly possessed by bloodthirsty creatures, causing a bleeding effect.

Even a small wound contaminated with blood poison would continue bleeding and could even lead to death from blood loss.

But Feld, relying on his formidable recovery ability, stopped the bleeding caused by the blood poison and quickly healed the wound.

Otherwise, how could Feld dare to confront the Wolf Demon head-on?

When he advanced to the Gold rank, he had unlocked part of the Giant's inheritance in his mind, realizing that he possessed formidable recovery abilities, and as his blood surged and the battle continued, this recovery ability would become stronger and stronger!

In other words - he wasn't afraid of losing blood!

The Wolf Demon was obviously shocked by Feld's formidable recovery ability. Its movements slowed for a moment, giving Feld the chance he needed.

In his past life, without such superhuman physique and strength, he could only rely on his weapons and combat skills honed in life and death situations.

After more than thirty years in the wasteland, he had already honed his close combat to the extreme.

The opportunity flashed by in an instant, but he firmly seized it.

His muscular hand directly broke through the Wolf Demon's claw blockade, grabbing its throat like an eagle's claw.

With a twist of his back muscles and a forceful movement of his waist, Feld lifted the Wolf Demon, slamming it viciously onto the ground.

The earth trembled!

But Feld's grip didn't loosen.

A fierce smile spread across his face, countless scabs covering his body wounds, making him look even more ferocious than the Rampaging Wolf Demon!

With a swing of his big arm, the Wolf Demon flew out again, crashing into a large tree.

The tree collapsed, and as the Wolf Demon was about to get up, Feld was already in front of it, his knee slamming into its chest like a cannonball.

The broken tree exploded, and the Wolf Demon crashed to the ground.

A low leg whip struck the Wolf Demon's side, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering. Feld moved horizontally along the ground, and then he leaped high, his heavy hammer smashing down fiercely.

The seamless combination of moves left no opportunity for the Wolf Demon to catch its breath.

The hammer swung continuously, as if it were an extension of his body, and it seemed like his entire body was a heavy hammer.

At that moment, Feld demonstrated what close combat, relentless combos, and violent aesthetics were in front of Hilda.

Every part of his body became a weapon, not just the heavy hammer in his hand.

Even a single finger could unleash terrifying lethality.

Finally, with a loud bang, accompanied by the sound of skull fracturing.

Feld stood up covered in blood, grinning with his mouth wide open, his teeth stained with blood, appearing terrifying.

But in Hilda's eyes, this was the smile of a true strongman.

The battle was over.

The Rampaging Wolf Demon, dead.

"This thing sure can take a beating," Feld grinned, looking at the battered Rampaging Wolf Demon. "This one's stronger than the last one. Took quite a few scratches from it. If it weren't for my tough physique and quick recovery, I might have been done for."

Fortunately, Feld was currently in his peak state. Having just advanced, his mana was overflowing from the mana source, circulating throughout his body, enhancing his strength. He had the capital to go head-to-head with this Wolf Demon and crush it!

After catching his breath, Feld walked towards Hilda, hammer in hand.

Once he reached her, he lifted his chin. "Got any magic left?"

Hilda nodded dazedly.

"Can you use water magic?"

Hilda nodded again.

"Give it a go. The sticky stuff on my body is driving me crazy," Feld said, stretching his arms as if preparing for the water to come pouring down.

At his words, Hilda was momentarily speechless. Eventually, she nodded silently, raised her hand, and formed a magic array above Feld's head. Then, like rain, water flowed down.

Feld spun around comfortably, rubbing himself a few times. He casually discarded his torn shirt, revealing his sturdy upper body.

Especially under the washing of the water, the clear outline of his muscles could be seen, along with numerous scars and newly formed scabs.

There was no sign of pain on his face, as if the nasty scratches didn't exist.

After rinsing himself off, Feld nodded in satisfaction. Without speaking to Hilda, he turned and headed straight for the lifeless Crystal Serpent.

Surprisingly, he did manage to find a Crystal Serpent's corpse.

Though the battle was fierce, luck was on his side.

After all, a Wolf Demon's corpse was also worth a pretty penny.

Seeing Feld's lack of interest in conversing, Hilda couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

"Just a passing mercenary with a good heart," Feld replied without looking back.

Hilda's eyes flickered.

This was the first time she had encountered someone like him. Previous encounters had always involved flattery and obsequiousness from others.

She was aware of the charm of her own face and had felt proud and frustrated about it.

But this guy was indifferent.

She pursed her lips and took the initiative to ask, "What's your name?"

Feld ignored her.

Intentionally.

This proud little swan couldn't be catered to so easily.

What was it called again?

Oh right, playing hard to get.

It was an old trick, but still effective.

Sure enough, seeing Feld ignore her, Hilda furrowed her brows and then, after a moment's hesitation, strode quickly to catch up with Feld again, asking, "What's your name?"

"Before asking someone's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" Feld glanced at her and said lightly.

Hilda was stunned, then nodded. "Hilda Kael."

"Feld," he replied, walking to a piece of flesh from the Wolf Demon's neck, which had been torn off earlier, with a broken blade stuck in it.

He picked up the slender blade, examined it carefully for a moment, and said, "It's a good sword, but unfortunately, it's not suitable for you."

"Do you understand swords?" Hilda asked.

"Mm-hmm, I'm not just a mercenary, I'm also a blacksmith," Feld said.

He wasn't boasting. The old man had forced him to forge iron, so he had all the skills a blacksmith should have.

As the old man put it - with muscles like his, it'd be a waste not to forge iron.

"Why isn't it suitable for me?" Hilda asked.

"This sword leans more towards thrusting, while your fighting style leans more towards slashing," Feld explained. "Thrusting requires enough hardness to support it. Slashing requires enough resilience. This sword is too hard and lacks resilience, so it broke in the end."

"And also..." Feld paused and looked at Hilda. "It's a good sword, but not good enough. It doesn't match its wielder."

Hilda was taken aback, then her lips curved up slightly, and her chin lifted slightly with a slight but proud arc.

"You're right."

Some professional knowledge, along with some praise, made the proud little swan accept it without any grievances.

It seemed she really was a little chick.

Feld chuckled inwardly but maintained his indifferent demeanor on the surface.

He then returned the broken sword to Hilda, and she hesitated for a moment before handing it over. As a swordsman, one should always keep the sword in hand, never letting it fall into the hands of others.

But now, this sword was broken, and if Feld wanted to harm her, given his demonstrated strength, there was no need to take off her already broken sword.

Taking the broken sword, Feld examined it carefully and nodded. "If you need this sword for this purpose, then I won't sell it."

"Why?" Hilda frowned slightly. "The invasion of bloody creatures has obviously begun in this area, which is important to people, and you..."

"Let me finish," Feld said helplessly, waving his hand. "I want this Wolf Demon to give to the mentor at the Hades Academy, so you don't need to spend this money in vain, understand?"

"Of course, if you insist, I don't mind," he smirked.

Seeing Feld's smile, Hilda suddenly felt her cheeks heating up, and she couldn't help but clench her fists.

Why did she feel like... she wanted to beat Feld...

She thought so, her cheeks getting hotter.

She was saved by him, but why...

Did she want to beat Feld so much...