Chapitre 179: Hunger [3]

In the tranquil snowy embrace of the Southern Continent's mountain range, two figures found themselves standing face to face in a lockdown.

It was a showdown.

A man, his fiery red hair neatly tied up in a high bun, locked his intense gaze with the individual standing before him. 

The one who stood before him was none other than his own disciple. 

The young man swept back his silver hair and summoned a crimson spear with a gleaming crystal blade in his hands.

"I can use anything, you said?" The silver-haired boy spoke, his voice hoarse and exhausted. 

But in contrast to his exhausted demeanor, there was an unmistakable feeling of dread surrounding his figure—an aura of power and danger was constantly being exuded from him.

Leo nodded. "Yes," he said, his voice steady. "Not only that but if you impress me with your performance, I will also let you hunt that pack of Ice-Claw Bears again. So if you want to eat something, come!"