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Chapter 11: Taste of Rage
(The shadow's voice echoed through the dim air, still nothing more than a blur in the darkness.)
š The Shadow (coldly):
ā "If you want to stay here... prove yourself."
(Xiao Feng exhaled, gripping his knife tighter. His voice was calm but firm.)
š Xiao Feng:
ā "Name your condition. But if it's food-related... you're talking to the master."
(Suddenly, the surrounding light shut off. Darkness swallowed everything.
Only the ticking sound of a clock echoed from nowhere.)
š "What was that? So the system's still active... but why is it so quiet?"
(Then, the system's alert rang in his mind.)
š System:
"Passive skill activated: Taste of Rage.
Enemies who smell your food will be stunned for 2 seconds."
(Gu Lang yawned and lazily wagged his tail.)
š Gu Lang:
ā "Hmm... smells like a spicy skill. Guess they won't smack us too easily now."
š Xiao Feng (smiling):
ā "Time to put it to use."
(The shadow stepped closer, his movements sharp and heavy. As he approached, the air itself seemed to bend.)
š The Shadow (low and threatening):
ā "Show me... that you are the one."
(Xiao Feng dodged quickly. He couldn't strike hard, but his mind was fast.
He managed a few light slashes with his knife.)
š "I'm not strong... but I can think."
(From behind, Gu Lang let out a lazy bark, but didn't moveāwaiting for the right moment.)
(Suddenly, the shadow stopped. His eyes glowed faintly, as if remembering something.)
š The Shadow (in a whisper):
ā "You are the one... go to him."
š Xiao Feng (confused):
ā "Go to who?"
(But before he could get an answer, the shadow vanished into the air.
Only Xiao Feng's heavy breathing remained.)
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š„ To be continued...