Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

266: Chapter 155: Lone Ranger, Xinggu Pass 266: Chapter 155: Lone Ranger, Xinggu Pass First Year of the Great Xia, March 7th

Six kilometers south from the middle section of Redwood Ridge, about two kilometers deep.

One person and a Snow Mane are fiercely grappling in the dense forest.

The Snow Mane is over seven meters long, with a shoulder height of three or four meters; its robust limbs are like four giant pillars holding up the sky; two-meter-long fangs resemble two slender curved blades hanging from its mouth, gleaming with a chilling light; its entire back is covered with thorny spines, layered with frost, with sharp, bright tips, as if hundreds of steel spears were embedded upside down on its back, sending chills to one’s heart.

Just the sheer size and appearance of the Snow Mane is already awe-inspiring, not to mention the knotted muscles all over its body, containing unimaginable strength.

However, such a fearsome Intermediate Snowman is currently being held immobile by a single person grabbing its fangs…

A young man dressed in a black cloak, with a light blue beast fur hat, is gripping the Snow Mane’s fangs with both hands, holding it to the ground with his eyes wide open in rage.

The Snow Mane has a shoulder height of over three meters, while the young man is at most 1.9 meters tall, normally out of reach for sure, but the Snow Mane has evidently just adopted an attack posture, only to be controlled and pinned to the ground by the young man.

Szzz…

Szzz…

The Snow Mane, with its head pressed to the ground, struggles constantly with its hind limbs, but no matter what, it can’t break free of the young man’s grasp.

“Roar…”

The Snow Mane roars in fury, but its mouth has only the root of the tongue left.

The tongue, originally a lethal weapon, has broken off completely and lies with a slender, narrow long knife in the snow more than ten meters away.

Although the young man has a giant axe strapped to his back, he never uses it, instead purposefully grappling with the Snow Mane using only his hands.

The Snow Mane is at least ten times the size of the young man; it’s like a tiger being pinned on its head by a kitten, unable to break free despite exerting all its strength.

Moreover, as the struggle continues, the Snow Mane begins to show signs of exhaustion; its roaring subsides, and its movements gradually diminish.

If someone were to witness this scene, they might think they were dreaming.

The young man’s eyes are wide open, veins bulging, holding down for over a hundred breaths.

Seeing the Snow Mane’s movements weaken and its strength wane, his gaze suddenly sharpens.

He abruptly releases his grip, swiftly retrieves the double-edged giant axe from his back, seizes the moment as the Snow Mane attempts to get up in panic, flips over, and swings horizontally from behind, slashing towards the right side of the Snow Mane’s neck.

The giant axe is so fast that the slash seems to solidify mid-air, starkly visible in the dark, striking the Snow Mane’s neck just as its head lifts less than half a meter.

Crack…

Boom…

The clear sound of bone shattering erupts from the neck, and the Snow Mane’s enormous head flies off to the left like a kite with its string cut.

Indeed, it flew off.

The young man had directly severed that head, half the size of a person.

The power of that single axe swing far exceeds ordinary imagination.

The Snow Mane didn’t even have time to shoot the spines from its back.

Its body stood there for over ten breaths, then collapsed with a boom.

Boom…

“The seventh head.”

The young man is none other than Xia Hong, who ventured out from the camp alone.

Ssss…

Seeing a large amount of blood spurting from the Snow Mane’s neck, Xia Hong hurriedly retrieved a pre-prepared leather bag from his back to collect all the blood.

“Demon Sheep, Teng Jiao, Snow Mane, Thunder Kui, Frost Wolf, I’ve hunted five types among the seven preys; I now basically possess the ability to hunt these commonly seen Intermediate Cold Beasts in the outer area alone!”

On the third day of being a Lone Ranger, Xia Hong had gradually moved from initial discomfort to a kind of enjoyment.

Going out with the Hunting Team has its advantages, to be sure.

For instance, many tasks have others doing them, so there’s no need to handle everything personally; with multiple people cooperating, hunting efficiency is higher than when alone, and so on…

But the downside is that Xia Hong has to also manage others.

Currently, the members of the Hunting Team with the highest basic strength, Xia Chuan and Luo Yuan, are only just reaching twenty thousand, making it very dangerous to face Intermediate Cold Beasts.

If Xia Hong doesn’t take care of others, the casualty rate would definitely be high.

“The efficiency may be a bit low, but at least it ensures safety, and facing these Cold Beasts alone, my combat experience and strength are improving quickly.

Being a Lone Ranger is the way it has to be for now!”

Previously, Xia Hong’s skin membrane progress wasn’t as high as now, and going out with a team, hunting three Intermediate Cold Beasts in one night was usually not a problem.

This is his fourth night going out alone.

Four nights, seven Intermediate Cold Beasts.

Although it also involves the reason of initially hunting other species, the decrease in efficiency is an undeniable fact.

“Seven Cold Beasts, total about 400 pounds of Beast Blood, leaving a gap of only 2000 pounds.

Just a bit more effort, and thirty more Intermediate Cold Beasts will do!”

Xia Hong calculated in his mind, with a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes.

Thinking back to when he first broke through to the Cold Resistance Level and calculated that he needed the blood of eighty Intermediate Cold Beasts, Xia Hong felt somewhat hopeless.

But in just less than two months, his progress has reached fifty-six.

Of course, the most crucial thing was what Xia Hong learned from Gao Yu; the reason he needed so much Intermediate Beast Blood to break through to the Cold Resistance Level was because of his high Battle Body Talent, in other words, his great potential.