Chapter 5: Challenging Ones' Self
A/N:
" - talking
' - thinking
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A week has passed since Nix started hunting Prey and Predators of the forest alike.
He has ingrained their weakness, behaviors, and abilities into his mind.
Over the pass few days His overall battle power has leveled up,
its to the point that a single fast chop from him hand can cut down a thick tree,
With this He is now confident in facing the overlords of the forest one at the time.
'Amongst the Overlords the one that im most confident in winning against is the Behemoth like falcon,
As long as i dont let it fly I can beat it.'
'I then began preparing my weapons for the battle.
I plan to ambush this beast while it's asleep so that I can poison it, i'll also set up traps as contingencies incase of an error to my plans.'
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'On the way there I set up extra traps and dashing between tree tops so that I may arrive there quietly and with no interference from external sources,
Soon I finally arrived on it's nest sleeping peacefully, other creatures daring not to get even close to it due to it's sheer presence of malice,
I then proceeded to lay more traps around the Behemoth before positioning myself.
`I took a long breath preparing myself, gambling my life for the sake of getting stronger,
all for power...'
Nix took out a bow laced with very potent poison from a red horned serpant with limbs,
its poison so potent that it could take down large beasts in one bite he used to fight before leveling up to his current strength.
It almost killed him if it wasn't for his superior speed and reflexes, once he obtained it he used it to make his weapons much more fatal,
Additionally using that Serpent he injected himself with mini small dosages of it's venom.
It was a gamble that almost killed him but with his' body absorbing "mana" in the atmosphere helped him regenerate fast and build up a strong resistance to the venom.
With all this said and done...
'I brought my bow out and placed the arrow on it, I took a archer stance and aimed for it eye,
a soft spot with barely any thick feathers that could cover it.
Then, i released an arrow...'