The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 192 - 132: Renwo Kuang! (6200 words) _2

"Ying Yang and Meng Lina ... they are no longer the only two Rookie King candidates; it seems another one is emerging, creating a situation where three are vying for the position ..."

The instructors don’t feel as pressured as the students, who are directly affected by the competition.

But when they look at Renwo Kuang, they all have furrowed brows, a mix of shock and seriousness in their eyes.

Ye Hanjun slowly stops stroking his chin.

Given the distance of a thousand and five hundred meters, he can’t observe in detail; he can only speculate as accurately as possible.

According to rumors, this man entered the academy half a month earlier than Ying Yang, making him the most senior among the new Patron entrants.

However, he seldom attends classes or trains, often running outside on his own.

Every one or two weeks, he would return laden with a sack of corpse materials, his clothes ragged and covered in fresh blood.

Average students don’t even dare to approach within ten meters of him, as they are violently repelled by the aura of monstrous fury he exudes.

"This man is a recognized madman from the North Campus of Canghai Pavilion..."

"Half a year after his last appearance, he is participating in a collective competition for the first time... he’s a dark horse emerging from nowhere, pointing straight to the Rookie King’s throne..."

Many students lower their voices, showing either fear or anticipation.

As for Hu Taotao suspended in mid-air, her keen gaze has been focused on Renwo Kuang, observing this new Patron who seems incredibly arrogant just from his name.

When all the competitors are in place, and her voice like an oriole falls.

The object of everyone’s attention, Renwo Kuang, still stands with his arms folded and remains entirely still.

"Gudong..."

A five hundred meters away, his competitor is a pretty young girl in fluttering clothes.

She holds an elegant long sword but even before the fight begins, her legs are shaking with fear.

In front of her lies a two-meter-long "Claw Tiger". Its entire body covered in bright yellow fur that is soft and delicate.

The claws, almost as large as its head, give this demon beast a certain degree of intimidation.

"Roar..."

Without the command of its master, the Claw Tiger does not act rashly.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Renwo Kuang suddenly lowers his arms and starts walking step by step through the forest, heading straight for the girl by the stream.

Though his steps aren’t fast, his large stature allows him to cover two or three times the distance of an average person with each step.

In a just few breaths, there is only a hundred meters left between him and the girl.

"Roar!!"

The Claw Tiger lowers its shoulders, its roar deepening.

Suddenly, with a flash of black light, a silhouette appears next to Renwo Kuang. Judging by its size, it seems to be similar to him.

It’s an almost humanoid creature, standing more than two and a half meters tall.

On its wrists and ankles, there are large iron rings firmly bound.

It lacks skin, with its crimson muscles bulging all over, especially on its arms, thighs, and chest. The muscle bulges are so exaggerated that they seem ready to burst at any moment.

What’s terrifying is that everyone can see several white bones with blood streaks hidden between its muscles.

Through the monster’s heaving chest, it could be inferred that it has two hearts beating at the same absolute speed, producing a dull drumming sound.

Atop its neck hangs a somewhat human head.

It has rotting flesh, hair like dried grass, and a pair of pale eyes.

The mouth that’s slightly open emits a faint black gas, revealing two rows of sharp, white teeth.

"It’s ... it’s a Muscle Zombie!"

"So scary! Is this Renwo Kuang’s Contracted Spirit? Is it really Clay Body instead of Rainbow Light?!"

Hearing the repressed exclamations of those around him, Ye Hanjun pays no mind.

This kind of spirit does not belong to a conventional species; he has never seen it before.

It’s a common occurrence. There are countless types of Spirits, and even though he has gained massive knowledge in various ways over the past sixteen years, he can’t know everything, let alone be omnipotent.

However, he can quickly learn from the whispers of others.

This is a mutant Corpse Race that Renwo Kuang happened upon coincidentally. It is special and unique in the academy.

It doesn’t have flashy magic, nor high intelligence, only unimaginable strength and a life force that burns like a fire.

"Roar!!!"

As soon as the Muscle Zombie made its appearance, a roar that shook the heavens and earth startled the Claw Tiger, nearly flipping it over in fright.

It takes one step forward, assuming a posture like a human about to sprint, and charges forward.

With a flash of black light and before many could react, a fist the size of a potlid lands on the belly of the Claw Tiger.

The next moment, the Claw Tiger is sent flying like a cannonball, half of its body stuck in a tree thirty meters away. It keeps coughing up blood, and can’t stand up despite struggling.

"I ... I concede!"

The Claw Tiger’s owner, looking at Renwo Kuang approaching step by step, his face expressionless and his gaze condescending, hastily pleads for help from the referee.

In an instant, the oppressive force like a mountain vanishes from in front of the girl.

Renwo Kuang recalls the Muscle Zombie, snorts coldly, and without looking back, walks towards the eagle descending from the sky.

"This competition, the Rookie King’s position, undoubtedly belongs to me..."

"Please hurry up, don’t waste the time for battles, and stop making pointless struggles..."