Zhang Dekai

The eye of the spring was where the strong flourished.

Well, at least that was what Zhao Hao thought.

Returning to his old home, he had many feelings.

Back then, the three rare antelopes had scared him so much that he had trembled uncontrollably. Now, it would not be a problem for him to deal with those three antelopes.

He displayed his desire to win and squatted by the spring for two days.

Two days later, Zhao Hao became depressed.

For some reason, not a single wild beast came to drink water.

He began to understand why there were only ten elders in the Ghost Head Gang. Rare creatures were not so easy to encounter. Furthermore, hunting rare creatures to obtain evolution crystals still required difficult battles.

Irritated, Zhao Hao continued upstream.

He had no idea what was further upstream. This was a journey to the unknown.

After walking for a day and a night, Zhao Hao saw a familiar scene.

For dozens of kilometers ahead of him, only scorched earth could be seen. There were no flowers or trees, and black stones were scattered all over the place.

In the ancient giant tree's mental world, there had been a forest fire.

Zhao Hao had a deep impression of that scene, but the fire in his mind was something that happened countless years ago. The scorched earth in front of him appeared to have come from a fire that took place in more recent years.

Entering the land of scorched earth, Zhao Hao kept his eyes wary and ears perked. He felt that his surroundings were too quiet.

After walking a few hundred meters into the scorched area, he suddenly unsheathed his black saber.

He purely reacted on instinct as he slashed out a black saber light carrying the aura of death behind him.

"Caw!"

A hoarse and ear-piercing bird cry sounded, and a feather fell from the sky.

Zhao Hao turned around and saw a huge vulture hovering in the sky.

The vulture was extremely cunning and sneakily attacked its target from behind.

After a failed attack, it immediately flew into the air. Its fighting style could be said to be extremely vulgar.

The vulture glared at Zhao Hao with its red-golden eyes and let out a strange cry as if it were saying, "Brat, come up here if you have the guts!"

Zhao Hao smiled but did not say anything. He made a provocative gesture as if to say, "Motherf*cker, come down if you dare!"

The man and the bird were in a stalemate.

The giant vulture was afraid of Zhao Hao's black saber and did not dare to dive down recklessly.

Zhao Hao did not have a long-range weapon like a crossbow, so he could not do anything to vulture.

This was his first time fighting a flying evolutionary creature and he realized his shortcomings.

He thought of Bi Dejin, the seasoned adventurer who was suddenly attacked by birds and died.

Helpless, Zhao Hao could only defend and counterattack.

As long as the vulture dared to charge down, he would definitely be able to chop off the bird's head with the power of Army Obliteration.

The vulture was so despicable that it made one want to gag in disgust. It revealed no intention of taking a head-on battle. It continued to circle high up in the sky and followed Zhao Hao. Every now and then, it would swoop down and launch a sneak attack at the back of Zhao Hao's head.

Zhao Hao had no choice but to use his saber light to counterattack every time, which was very exhausting.

Half an hour later, he realized the vicious intentions of that evil bird!

He had used up a lot of energy, but the vulture was still full of energy.

If this continued, Zhao Hao would collapse from exhaustion, and one could imagine what would happen to him.

Whoosh!

A sharp crossbow bolt suddenly tore through the air.

The vulture did not even have the chance to screech before its head was pierced through and it fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Hao did not let his guard down even after being rescued by a stranger.

The power of that crossbow bolt was too terrifying. He was not confident that he could take such an attack.

A tall figure walked out from the darkness. It was a man in his thirties. He held a gorgeous heavy crossbow that looked like a peacock spreading its tail. The impression that he gave others could be whittled down to two words: show off!

He was wearing a colorful leather armor and looked more like a plant when he stood in the trees.

There was a small yellow flower on his head.

In his mouth, there was a red rose.

He moved with the wind, and swiftly arrived to the side of the vulture's corpse. The flamboyant man then stretched out his hand and the bolt that he had shot into the vulture's head turned into a green light as it returned to him.

Then, he took out the vulture's evolutionary crystal. He was not interested in the vulture's corpse at all.

From the beginning to the end, this person showed no intention of even greeting Zhao Hao.

This was the natural disregard of the strong for the weak, just like how Zhao Hao did not have the time to talk to the thin and terminally ill youth.

Zhao Hao sized up the flamboyant man and suddenly said, "Are you Zhang Dekai?"

The flamboyant man stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Zhao Hao in surprise. "You know me?"

"I saw Bi Dejin confessing to you in a video online," Zhao Hao answered truthfully.

Such honesty made Zhang Dekai frown, and the rose in his mouth nearly fell.

"There's something I think I should give you."

As Zhao Hao spoke, he took out Bi Dejin's diary.

Zhang De moved five steps away and said coldly, "Throw it over."

Zhao Hao felt that the opponent's peacock crossbow was aimed at his vital points at all times. This kind of cautiousness made him gain knowledge. He threw the diary over and was also on guard against the other party. He slowly retreated instead of turning around to leave.

Zhang Dekai opened the diary, and his expression changed.

"December 28th, 2013. Am I going to die? I'm unwilling! I saw a giant wolf. Strangely, I had the urge to fight it. It was as if there was something in its body that greatly attracted me. There is nothing but death around me. I have decided to at least die in battle with honor! Farewell, Dekai, my love.."

Seeing the last sentence of the diary, Zhang Dekai's expression turned a little awkward and a little sad.

At this moment, Zhao Hao had already retreated a hundred steps away and escaped the range of the peacock crossbow.

Just as he was about to run away, Zhang Dekai said, "Wait a minute."

Zhao Hao gripped his black saber tightly and looked at the other party from afar.

"I owe you a favor," said Zhang Dekai.

"No need," Zhao Hao laughed heartily. "Without the canned biscuits he left behind, I would have starved to death."

"Young man, you need to be more patient in the World of Evolution. Don't be in such a rush to reject me. You should at least have an idea of who I am," said Zhang Dekai arrogantly with the aura of an expert who looked down on the world.

"Aren't you Zhang Dekai?" Zhao Hao was stunned.

"That was my name on Earth. From the day I came to the World of Evolution, that Zhang Dekai died." The flamboyant man suddenly revealed an indescribable loneliness as if he were talking to himself. "In this world, I have another identity… Here, I am Zhang Potian of the Idol Sky Group!"