A few weaker Fierce Beasts still roamed the valley. When they first spotted Yuan Lang by himself, they drooled all over the ground in anticipation.

But the moment the enormous Shun Yuan appeared, they scattered like lambs seeing a wolf, crying out as they fled in all directions. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Sure enough, with its size and imposing aura, the Shun Yuan Leader was the kind of creature that could end a beast’s life in an instant.

Seeing the other Fierce Beasts so terrified of it, the Shun Yuan Leader became utterly full of itself. Its roars echoed, shaking the entire valley.

A smug look flashed through its scarlet eyes as it lumbered toward Yuan Lang on its massive feet.

’You little punk. You really think you can escape my giant soles if I don’t put you in your place?’

It then charged, its huge feet thundering across the ground without slowing down, clearly intending to crush him with its sheer bulk.

Looking up at the roaring Shun Yuan Leader charging at him, Yuan Lang gave it the finger—an international gesture of defiance. Then he took off, sprinting deeper into the valley. ’If I don’t run now, when will I!’

The depths of the valley were thick with tall trees. For Yuan Lang in his Beastman form, weaving through them was effortless, but for the enormous Shun Yuan Leader, the dense forest was a major constraint.

After dodging a few trees, the angry Shun Yuan Leader seemed to lose patience. With a furious roar, it started smashing through the trees in its path with sheer brute force.

Hearing the heavy footsteps drawing closer behind him, Yuan Lang glanced at the crude wooden spear he had just fashioned.

He pulled out a small, tightly sealed bamboo tube from his clothes and dipped the sharp tip of the wooden spear into it.

When he pulled it out, the tip was stained a pitch-black. This was the poison the little female had prepared for him.

After preparing three such spears, Yuan Lang finally stopped in front of a large tree. In a complete reversal of his flight, he charged straight for the Shun Yuan Leader.

The Shun Yuan Leader’s eyes lit up. Roaring, it raised a hand larger than a cattail-leaf fan and charged forward.

Yuan Lang dodged its attack, kicked off a tree trunk for leverage, and seized the chance to leap onto the Shun Yuan Leader’s back.

A cold sneer touched his stern features. His muscular arm tightened its grip on the poison-coated wooden spear, and before the Shun Yuan’s arm could come down, he stabbed straight for its armpit.

If he could just break the skin, the poison would enter its body through the wound.

But in the next moment, the sensation from the wooden spear told him it wouldn’t be that easy.

The skin of the Shun Yuan Leader’s armpit was incredibly tough. The spot he stabbed only dented slightly; the spear failed to break the skin.

The pain drove the already irritable Shun Yuan into a frenzy. It immediately raised a hand to swat its own back, trying to smack the annoying little fly off it.

Yuan Lang spun around and leaped onto a large nearby tree, dodging the blow.

The enraged Shun Yuan charged straight at the large tree where he had landed and crashed into it with a roar.

As it rammed the tree, it looked up at Yuan Lang, howling. Every so often, it would poke its own armpit with a thick finger where Yuan Lang had just jabbed it.

After poking itself, it went on grumbling and complaining. When it saw Yuan Lang watching with an indifferent expression, the Shun Yuan Leader seemed to get even angrier. It roared and finally snapped the tree trunk.

The instant the tree snapped, Yuan Lang flung a handful of sand he’d been holding straight into the Shun Yuan’s eyes. As it squeezed its eyes shut, he shot toward the Shun Yuan Leader and thrust his wooden spear at its eyes once more.

"ROAR!"

This time, though the wooden spear didn’t pierce the Shun Yuan Leader’s eye, it managed to slice a gash near the corner.

The Shun Yuan cried out in pain. With its injured eye squeezed shut, it swung a hand wildly at Yuan Lang.

Yuan Lang dodged again, avoiding most of the attack, but his left arm was clipped by the massive hand. A sharp, intense pain shot through him.

Gritting his teeth, he stuck the wooden spear he was holding back into the basket on his back. He darted toward the nearby forest, his good right hand moving to his left arm, his expression grim.

Veins popped on his slender hand. With a muffled grunt, the left arm that had been hanging limply at his side was already able to move, albeit with difficulty.

For the local Beastman Warriors, a dislocated arm would be considered a very serious injury.

But for him, Teng Qian, and Teng Kun, it was practically a routine occurrence.

A Beastman’s powerful regenerative ability was especially apparent with minor injuries like this.

By the time he closed the distance with the Shun Yuan again, his left arm felt no different than it had before.