How old are you?

"Damn it! You dared to ambush me!" Jericho's hair fluttered as he wiped out the blood on his lips. "I was careless. This monster's stealthy ability seems unnaturally stronger than its same kind."

The Mist Monster revealed a sharp canine and black claws suddenly protracted on its hands. Yellow mist congealed and circled the monster's body.

Dylan, on the tree, observed the yellow mist with apprehension. 'Is that the purple innate talent Misty Breath? Good guy, it's right in front of my eyes but I couldn't sense his presence! If not for the overpowered detection of my map. I would be oblivious to its existence. Incredible!'

No wonder Jericho, an extraordinary genius had been taken by surprise. The concealment capability of a purple innate talent is worthy of its grade!

Just at the time, the Mist Monster manipulated the yellow around its body and formed a protective armor. Then it charged towards Jericho with a roar.

"Hmmmpp! Overestimate your capabilities! Without that sneak attack, you won't even be able to touch me."

At this moment, Jericho's pupils exude a green light. The air within a kilometer trembled and produced a joyful sound as if welcoming their lord.

'What a strong control of the wind. As expected of a person with pseudo-divinity. This isn't affinity anymore but a certain portion of authority.'

At the awakened realm, to be able to do this much attests to a high degree of affinity in the element. What's more, if Jericho continues to advance his realm? His control over the wind would only deepen.

The advancement of the mist monster significantly slowed down due to the wind resistance.

Jericho raised his staff, which caused the wind within a kilometer to gather and compress on top of his staff.

Dylan, who was hiding in the tree, felt a lack of oxygen. If it was an ordinary person, they would choke to death. However, Dylan, as a 6th-grade awakener, had stronger lung capacity, which allowed him to hold his breath for an hour.

The wind gathered and compressed to the size of a thumb. What is this concept? The wind within a kilometer, such amount was enough to uproot a building!

The thumb-sized wind sphere took the color of dark green. The suction forced around disappeared.

"Grrrr!!" The mist monster had already arrived. It knew that his life was in danger. It could feel the terrifying force contained within the ball.

Kill or be killed!

The yellow mist on its body flowed to its black claws. With a swing, the monster aimed at Jericho's neck to sever him in one fell swoop.

"Gale Wind!" With a shout of the name of the spell, Jericho leaned his staff slightly forward.

The thumb-sized sphere hit the mist-covered black claws.

At this time, the black claws boosted with the yellow mist stopped the pace of the Gale Wind for a second.

But that's it...

The claws broke one by one. Next, the wrist of the monster was bent to a 90-degree angle; following that, the thumb-sized sphere hit the stratum of the monster.

THUD!

The mist monster catapulted; its body bounced at the ground six times, and each impact turned its internal organs to mush and disfigured its appearance. Its chest had caved in, completely crushing its heart.

'I'll be damned...' Dylan drew a sharp breath at the power of the Gale Wind.

It's a force to be reckoned with!

A 7th-grade Awakened Expert thoroughly crushed a monster one grade above him. An amazing feat!

Of course, Dylan himself could defeat 3 grades above him. However, he was stacked with a lot of innate talents. It's hard to compare him to others. In comparison, Jericho was a natural genius born with three innate talents. Dylan was aware that Jericho hadn't gone all out at all.

Dylan eyed the corpse of the Mist Monster. With his mouth open, a blue wisp of light shot towards the corpse.

[Upgrade Points]: 42

[Soul Fragments]: Unused Soul Fragments: 4

Yuan level 1. Hobgoblin level 32. Mist Monster level 87.

With a nod of satisfaction, Dylan used his ability, a blue rift that took the Mist Monster into space.

This is the highest level of other self that he had to date. Even higher than the main body. Of course, although its level is higher than him. The combat power isn't comparable to his main body. Nonetheless, what he covered was its purple innate talent "Misty Breath".

The disappearance of the monster's dead body made Jericho vigilant. He scanned the surroundings ready to cast a spell at any activity.

On the other hand, inside the space, the Mist Monster Dylan opened its eyes in confusion. He looked at its body for a moment and understood. Then he looked at the malnourished Mist Monster lying on the ground, gazing at the void sky of space with its empty eyes.

Around him, there were traces of intense battle. The lush green grass on the ground was the only thing that gave the place a feeling of vitality.

Mist Monster Dylan shook its head. 'This body isn't bad. I need to advance to Noble Realm if I want to be of help to the main body.'

It gradually thought of a plan. He would practice the art of assassination. With the help of his Misty Breath talent, it was the most suitable path for him.

...

Jericho stared at Dylan who suddenly jumped down from a nearby tree. "Who are you? Were you here right from the start?"

With an uncertain expression, Jericho took a combat pose. According to his elder, it's a lot more dangerous to encounter a human in the wild than a beast. Because the human heart is complex. It's always better to be on guard against strangers.

Dylan smiled. "I just happened to pass by and saw a trace of blood on the way. I deduce that a fellow adventurer might need help. Then it led me here. Now, I was wrong you don't need my help at all." He chuckled trying to appear friendly. Then he manipulated his face to show excitement. "I want to have a friendly spar with you!"

"Oh..." After hearing Dylan's narration, Jericho relaxed a little but he didn't lower his guard. "Only a friendly spar?"

Dylan revealed his aura of the 6th-grade realm.

'Is he a fighting freak?' It was his first impression upon Dylan's behavior.

"A 6th grade awakened! How old are you?" Jericho finally became more relaxed this time as he saw that Dylan was a grade lower than him. He didn't see him as a threat at all.

Though, seeing Dylan's young face and realm. Jericho didn't feel contempt. This guy in front of him has a talent that might just be slightly inferior to him.

"Age?" Dylan was dumbfounded at this question.

Wait how old is he again? He has no memory of the age of his body at all. However, he could vaguely feel he was under 30 years old. Not too young not too old.