The move that had been practiced over five thousand times in a year was unleashed instinctively at this moment! Henry Carter's arm, infused with true energy and as hard as an iron rod, slashed fiercely at the back of the wolf's neck!

Leaping up and assuming a pouncing posture, the gray wolf, suspended in midair, was suddenly struck! A dull thud of muscle clashing at the shin, and it crashed down from the sky to the ground. Its four limbs kicked at the clouds, rolling rapidly across the cloud layer for ten meters before flipping upright. Its green eyes were filled with wariness and astonishment as it stared at Henry Carter.

"This beast is about to become a demon."

Henry Carter was secretly shocked by the emotions in the gray wolf's eyes. On the Origin Continent, when wild beasts accidentally consumed rare treasures, they could, by instinct, learn to practice breathing techniques and even cultivate into powerful, intelligent demon beasts! This wild wolf's eyes seemed to hold not just wildness, but also various intelligent emotions. Could it be a demon beast too? Impossible! Rumor had it that demon beasts could fight life-and-death battles with experts at the peak of the Tonghai Realm!

The gray wolf let out a low, rumbling growl, its claws gripping the cloud layer as it cautiously circled Henry Carter, slowly rotating, trying to find an opening to launch a fatal attack!

"Is this beast uninjured?"

Henry Carter flexed the fingers of his right arm, which had just delivered the strike, clenching and spreading his hand repeatedly. That blow just now had left his entire arm numb from the recoil! The gray wolf's fur seemed to have some defensive capability, like a natural hide armor.

"When you meet an enemy you can't defeat, look for their weakness. Every enemy has a weakness. As long as you find it, you might win!"

The voice of William Carter's past guidance echoed once again in Henry Carter's mind.

Weakness... weakness! Henry Carter carefully adjusted his breathing. In battle, one must maintain steady breathing; if one side's breath becomes rapid and chaotic first, they are usually at a disadvantage, or even on the verge of defeat.

Weakness. Henry Carter stood in place, turning lightly as the gray wolf circled. This beast's fur was tough, like natural armor, and its bones were unusually hard! One of the most vulnerable spots on any creature is the genitals and the neck! The move just now, [Drilling Dive Waist-Cutting Blade], could break a wooden stick as thick as a baby's arm in one strike!

Yet this gray wolf only let out a pained whimper, spun a few times in the clouds, and then got up as if nothing had happened.

Neck, genitals... Henry Carter bent down slightly, trying to see where the gray wolf's genitals were, but found it very difficult.

"Besides the neck and genitals, there's the eyes! But opponents usually protect their eyes very well." Henry Carter tried to recall the guidance he'd heard before. After a year of hard training, he had little real combat experience. Only recently had he fought for the first time, and though he won instantly, it was somewhat a sneak attack, plus the opponent hadn't expected him to master both spear and sword techniques, which led to that miraculous effect.

Another real battle! And this time, it was clearly a fight to the death. Henry Carter worked hard to calm his emotions, carefully calculating the gray wolf's weaknesses: the eyes! And the wolf's mouth!

Chapter 12: Roasted

The gray wolf crouched lower and lower, its spine like a fully drawn bow, drool dripping from between its teeth, and its green eyes showing impatience.

With a low whimper, the gray wolf's four limbs exploded with power again, its body charging at Henry Carter like a raging bull!

So fast! Henry Carter's heart pounded under double atmospheric pressure. Even on the Origin Continent, this speed would be hard to dodge—let alone now?

Infusing true energy into his legs, Henry Carter twisted his waist and dodged to the side. A burning pain flared across his chest as three bloody claw marks tore through his clothes.

Huff, huff, huff...

Henry Carter narrowly escaped death, his breathing growing rapid. So this is what it's like between life and death—how terrifying! That was close! If he'd been even half a second slower, if not for the Battle Shield Grand Qi protecting his body, that claw might have pierced his chest!

The gray wolf, smelling the pungent blood, stared greedily with its green eyes. Its long, blood-red tongue flicked out to lick its nose, a trace of confusion in its pupils, as if wondering why its sharp claws had only scratched the opponent's skin. That last swipe—why did it feel like hitting wood?

Too fast! This opponent is too fast! I can't track its movements! Henry Carter watched the gray wolf warily, calculating how to strike its eyes.

The gray wolf let out another low growl from its throat. Henry Carter suddenly exerted all his strength to dodge again. [Drilling Dive Waist-Cutting Blade] struck at the gray wolf's neck at just the right moment, but the airborne wolf swung its iron-broom-like tail at Henry Carter's arm.

Tail and arm-blade collided with a dull thud. Henry Carter again felt his arm go numb, just like when he first started training and chopped at a wooden stake.

I can't beat it! Henry Carter used the recoil to retreat repeatedly, trying to put distance between himself and the gray wolf, waiting for time to pass quickly—then the stone gate would pull him out of this terrifying, bizarre ruined heavenly court.