The aloof boy was always so cold, still not saying a word.

James Carter embodied the indomitable Olympic spirit: “Ohayo, moshi moshi! You there, are you working for the enemy?”

The aloof young man completely ignored him, as if he couldn’t understand what James Carter was saying.

James Carter was still unwilling to give up and pulled out his final move: “Sawadee ka, are you mute?”

This time, the aloof young man finally reacted: “Get lost!”

James Carter was stunned for a moment, then got angry: “Damn, you can speak Chinese, so why didn’t you say anything all this time?”

“Get lost!” The aloof young man repeated the same word.

“Brother, don’t be so tsundere. Why make things hard for a fellow Chinese?” James Carter put on a reasonable and factual tone, then continued, “Honestly, I don’t mean anything else. You’re the first living person I’ve met, I just want to exchange some thoughts with you. We could even team up and look out for each other.”

Upon hearing this, the other became even colder: “Get lost!”

After being told to get lost three times in a row, even a clay figurine would get angry.

If this were on Earth, William Carter would never have tolerated such crap—he would have exploded long ago. But in this unfamiliar evolutionary world, after finally meeting another human, and a fellow countryman at that, James Carter forced himself to suppress his anger and asked, “Aren’t humans supposed to help each other here? Can you give me a reason why you insist on driving me away?”

The aloof young man gave James Carter a deep look, as if trying to figure out whether he was a rookie or just pretending.

After a moment, he finally stopped saying “get lost” and, for the first time, said a few more words:

“Weaklings are not worthy to be my companions.”

Chapter 10: Special Skill—Wild Sprint!

As the night breeze swept over the treetops, the moonlight was just right.

A bright full moon hung in the night sky, and the pitch-black primeval forest glowed faintly under its light.

James Carter looked up at the moon in the sky—this was the first time he’d seen a full moon in the evolutionary world.

As the saying goes, “the full moon brings reunion.” James Carter thought of his family, friends, and loved ones in the other world.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t go back.

He looked a bit sad, as if he’d been dealt a blow.

That aloof boy he’d met during the day had dealt him over ten thousand points of critical damage.

Under the pressure of the other’s overwhelming aura, James Carter found he didn’t even have the courage to fight. The gap between him and the aloof young man was like a three-year-old child facing a thirty-year-old strongman—there was no hope of winning.

In the end, he could only watch as the other drifted away.

“Weaklings are not worthy to be my companions.”

That sentence from the aloof young man before he left echoed endlessly in James Carter’s mind.

Only then did he realize that he’d been rejected.

Trying to warm up to someone cold—he’d experienced it firsthand.

“Acting all high and mighty, just wait, one day I’ll beat you!”

James Carter raised his middle finger to the sky, regaining his indomitable spirit.

It wasn’t like he’d never lost before—he often lost when playing basketball, and in high school he’d even been utterly crushed. But he’d never been discouraged; after losing, he’d find the problem, train hard to fix it, and then go back to reclaim his honor. With this never-say-die attitude, all the opponents who had once defeated him were eventually trampled under his feet.

After eating some roasted meat, he resumed his intense practice of the Hundred Battles Blade Technique.

This spot was less than five kilometers from the spring pool, and there were some powerful beasts nearby. That was exactly what James Carter wanted—only intermediate-level primal creatures could accelerate his evolution.

He had just finished a round of blade practice when Jack crouched low to the ground, letting out a low growl as he entered battle mode.

Four pitch-black, mangy-looking wild dogs charged at them from four directions.

These vicious dogs, skilled at pack attacks, could give even powerful beasts a headache.

And the four wild dogs before him exuded a fierce aura—they were clearly intermediate-level primal creatures.

Jack took the initiative, fiercely battling two of the wild dogs.

The other two lunged straight at James Carter. He raised his blade and slashed, sending one flying, but the price was a notch in the edge of his Eighteen Chops blade. The wild dog he’d sent flying wasn’t fatally wounded; the blood on its back only made it more ferocious as it pounced again.

James Carter’s technique wasn’t the problem—the problem was his blade.

A weapon that was quite lethal in the human world just didn’t cut it in the evolutionary world.

It was barely enough against low-level primal creatures, but against intermediate ones, it was a struggle.

He changed tactics, abandoning slashing for a fierce stab into the belly of another wild dog.

He landed the blow, but pain shot through his thigh.

The wounded wild dog had attacked from the side—even though James Carter dodged a step, the sharp claws still tore into his right leg. Blood gushed from three deep gashes left by the claws on his right thigh.

Immediately after, the wild dog leapt at him, its sharp fangs aimed at James Carter’s throat.

Gritting his teeth through the pain, James Carter thrust his blade in a flash, the Eighteen Chops stabbing straight into the dog’s mouth.

After killing two wild dogs, he was on the verge of collapse.

On the other side, Jack had finished off one wild dog, though he was wounded as well, and was now locked in a desperate struggle with the last one.

Limping, James Carter joined the fray, stabbing the wild dog in the belly.