Immortality Through Array Formations

The Monster Hunter facing away from the Kui Wood Wolf suddenly felt a chill on his back and hurriedly dodged to one side.

He managed to dodge, but not completely.

The claw of the Kui Wood Wolf swiped down from his left side, tearing a bloody gash on his arm. The pale green demonic power followed the wound, seeping into his meridians, numbing his arm, and causing the blood to flow incessantly.

Cold sweat beaded on the big man’s forehead.

The Kui Wood Wolf’s eyes revealed a fierce light as its second claw tore viciously towards his head.

“I can’t dodge it!”

The Monster Hunter was injured; the demonic power eroded his wound, his actions slowed, and his eyes revealed a look of despair.

Just then, Mo Shan suddenly appeared, kicking the big man out of the way with perfect timing, saving him.

The Kui Wood Wolf missed with its claw once again.

After the big man fell to the ground, he felt an intense pain in the spot where Mo Shan had kicked him, and his Blood Qi churned.

He knew it was Mo Shan trying to save him, not holding back, kicking with all his might.

That kick indeed saved his life.

But it was truly painful.

The big man couldn’t help but exclaim, “Mo Shan, you—”

He looked up, but his expression changed drastically because the Kui Wood Wolf had raised its claw high, aiming for Mo Shan.

And while Mo Shan had kicked him, he hadn’t retracted his force yet, leaving him with no avenue of escape.

“Mo Shan!” the big man shouted urgently.

Mo Shan furrowed his brows, but his expression showed no sign of panic; all of this was within his expectations.

By saving the big man, he would expose a weakness and thus become the target of the Kui Wood Wolf’s attack.

But he had estimated the attack of the Wolf Demon. The Kui Wood Wolf’s downward strike could only injure his back, and it wouldn’t be fatal.

He was willing to accept some injuries to save a brother’s life. It was worth it.

The other members of the Monster Hunting Team also witnessed this scene, but their movement techniques were not as good as Mo Shan’s, and despite rushing over, they were still a step behind.

They could only watch helplessly as the claw of the Kui Wood Wolf, carrying a foul wind, tore into Mo Shan’s back.

But what happened next left them all dumbfounded.

The claw of the Kui Wood Wolf did not tear the flesh, did not even break the skin, and it didn’t even rip through the Rattan Armor.

A faint golden light flashed on the Rattan Armor, blocking the Kui Wood Wolf’s claw.

Mo Shan, after being struck by the claw, was flung away, and although he spat out a mouthful of blood upon landing, there were no wounds, no invasion of demonic power, just the impact of the Monster Beast’s strength. It wasn’t a big problem.

But this was a late-stage rank one Monster Beast. How could there be no wound?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, before coming back to their senses and realizing that now wasn’t the time to wonder about that.

Remembering how close the big man and Mo Shan had come to death, they despised the Monster Beast for feigning death so treacherously.

The Monster Hunters all drew their blades and hacked the Kui Wood Wolf to death in a frenzy.

Mo Shan wanted to stop them, but it was too late; he could only sigh silently:

Well, there goes the fur as well.

After they skinned the Kui Wood Wolf Demon, the pelt was indeed beyond repair, like tattered cloth, without a single intact piece.

Mo Shan sighed again.

They couldn’t stay on Inner Mountain for long, so after collecting the Kui Wood Wolf’s corpse, they withdrew, planning to temporarily rest at a camp on the Outer Mountain.

On the way, the Monster Hunter’s wound throbbed with pain, prompting him to curse:

“Damn these Monster Beasts. Each one’s feigned death is different. I was careless and misjudged. What a blunder.”

One of the Monster Hunters said, “Come on, you’re lucky this time. Without Old Mo, you might have lost your life.”

The big man thanked Mo Shan, “Thanks, brother.”

Mo Shan waved his hand, “We fight side by side; no need to be polite.”

Since they were in the same Monster Hunting Team, they were brothers in arms, risking life and limb together. Today you save me, tomorrow I save you; it’s only natural.

The big man then stopped with the polite talk.

But as they walked, he glanced at the Rattan Armor on Mo Shan and couldn’t help but ask,

“Say, what’s your Rattan Armor made of that it’s so hard?”

A late-stage rank one Monster Beast’s claw strike couldn’t even tear it open.

Hearing this, the other Monster Hunters also looked over in curiosity.

They had never seen such sturdy Rattan Armor before.

Mo Shan frowned and said, “It must be the Rattan Armor mixed with fine iron…”

“Impossible,” the burly man shook his head, “If that were true, I’d eat my rattan armor.”

Some Monster Hunters approached Mo Shan, glanced at the rattan armor on Mo Shan’s body, and touched it to determine the material before saying to the burly man:

“You can start eating now, it’s rattan mixed with fine iron.”

The burly man said, “Bullshit! Isn’t my rattan armor also mixed with fine iron? Once a Monster Beast claws it, it turns into mere strips.”

The other Monster Hunters laughed and said, “The one you bought is probably a fake.”

“The thing you’ve got mixed in isn’t fine iron, it must be sand.”

“You’re the ones full of shit!” the burly man’s face turned beet red.

Mo Shan couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

But he, too, wanted to know why this set of rattan armor was so hard.

“Could it be that Huar has drawn some Formation inside?”

Mo Shan pondered in his mind.

After an hour, they finally reached the camp.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the burly man collapsed to the ground, took out Pills and swallowed one, then crushed a few more and sprinkled them on his wounds, and bandaged them up with cloth.

The burly man sighed, “I’ll have to bother Old Mr. Feng again when I get back.”

“Be content, if it weren’t for Mo Shan’s kick, you wouldn’t even have a life to bother Old Mr. Feng.”

Thinking back to the Kui Wood Wolf’s claws that glowed with a haunting green light, the burly man shuddered involuntarily.

If that claw had landed on his head, wouldn’t he have lost his life?

With that thought, the burly man felt a surge of gratitude and took out his Storage Bag and tossed it to Mo Shan:

“Old Mo, I’m buying you a drink.”

“Cut it out, are you inviting Mo Shan for a drink or do you want him to treat you to meat?”

The burly man kicked the Monster Hunter, “Just you talk rubbish! If you’re so capable, don’t eat!”

“Whether I eat or not is none of your damn business!”

The two started quarreling.

Mo Shan couldn’t help but shake his head.

Every time they went into the mountains, Liu Ruhua would have him bring some dry food and beef. He himself would eat better and could share some with the other Monster Hunters.

Mo Shan took out some beef and distributed it to everyone. He also shared several bottles of wine from the burly man’s Storage Bag.

The other Monster Hunters also took out their Storage Bags.

They had wild fruits, dry food, snacks, and also some other flavors of wine.

With food and drink, the campsite became lively.

Mo Shan ate a few slices of meat, took a sip of wine, took off the rattan armor, and, recalling something, couldn’t help but dismantle it to take a look.

The other Monster Hunters also crowded around to see.

“It’s a Formation!”

“What Formation?”

“How would I know?”

A Monster Hunter looked up at Mo Shan and asked, “What Formation?”

Mo Shan shook his head.

“Your son drew it, and you don’t know?”

“My son drew it, not me, how would I know?”

The burly man, both envious and jealous, said, “Before your son was born, did you worship some Immortal? I’ll also pay my respects, maybe my son can be as smart.”

“Forget it, you’re not even smart yourself, how can you expect your son to be smart?”

“How would I know if I don’t try?”

“This Formation, it’s not the Iron Armor Formation, is it?” a Monster Hunter suggested.

“Of course not, this is obviously way more complex.”

By the light of the camp, they looked at the Formation inside the rattan armor. The handwriting was intricate, the Pattern patterns esoteric, gleaming with a faint golden color, clearly no simple matter.

They gave the rattan armor another look. Not only was the Formation impressive, but the craftsmanship of the armor itself also showed a lot of care.

Thinking that this was a gift from Mo Shan’s son to him, everyone felt a little sour inside at that moment.

Just then, Mo Shan suddenly said, “Not good!”

The other Monster Hunters also tensed up, “What’s wrong?”

Mo Shan touched the rattan armor feeling somewhat heartbroken:

“It’s scratched.”

The group of Monster Hunters looked at him in silence, speechless for a long moment.