Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

“Give me the shield.”

Lance turned his head and extended his right hand toward the stunned Toby.

By reflex, Toby obediently handed over the metal shield in his hands.

“Big bro, I just spent money repainting the anti-rust coating on that shield—”

Before he could finish his heartbroken complaint, his eyes widened in horror.

He watched with his own eyes as Lance treated the heavy shield like a toy discus, swinging his arm in a full arc before violently hurling it toward the distant Marauder.

The heavy shield spun at high speed through the air, the powerful wind pressure it generated directly blowing Toby’s hair into disarray.

“Mother of mercy! Great Goddess Areteia! What kind of monster did I just witness?!”

The metal shield carried an ear-piercing howl as it violently slammed into the massive Marauder at the waist, sending it flying away.

Not dead?

It seemed this Gnoll’s Constitution had probably already reached the level of an ordinary person’s Attribute Lock, with a value somewhere around ten points.

Lance flexed his wrist and calmly walked toward the struggling Gnoll Marauder.

“Dear gods, is that a shield or a siege hammer?!”

Toby hurried over with a racing heartbeat to retrieve his already bent and misshapen shield, inhaling sharply in distress.

But after witnessing that scene, he was now absolutely certain that the hooded big brother before him was a genuine Professional.

If one did not possess the enhancement brought by Source Essence, it was impossible for someone at the ordinary human stage to unleash such horrifying explosive power through pure physical strength alone.

However, Toby felt somewhat puzzled.

He had heard from veteran seniors who frequently visited his family shop that recently, all those Professionals should have been busy forming parties to challenge Underground Dungeons.

Wasn’t the Summer Crown about to begin?

This was the best opportunity for all Professionals to obtain honorary titles, so why would a combat-capable Professional run to the outer forest just to massacre low-rank monsters?

While Toby’s thoughts wandered aimlessly, Phoebe had already put away her longbow and run over beside them.

“Are you two alright?” Phoebe asked with concern.

Finn shyly shook his head beside her, indicating that he had only suffered minor injuries.

“We’re saved! This hooded big brother must definitely be a Professional-Rank Adventurer! A mere dozen Gnolls could never possibly defeat a powerful Professional-Rank Adventurer!”

Toby excitedly waved his fists before lowering his voice to make a suggestion.

“I think once we get back, we should pool together some money and buy this big bro a drink. I just so happen to still have two silver coins of private savings secretly hidden in my boots—”

Before he could finish speaking, Phoebe mercilessly grabbed his ear.

Toby immediately howled in pain.

“You idiot, hurry up and go help already!”

Phoebe released him with a cold snort before immediately turning around and raising her longbow, attempting to use arrows to draw attention and slow the pressure of the Gnoll encirclement.

Then the three of them witnessed a shocking scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Lance actually chose to fight over a dozen red-eyed Gnolls barehanded.

The monsters’ sharp claws frantically scratched against his arms, yet they could not even leave behind a white mark.

Meanwhile, every strike Lance delivered upon the Gnolls produced clear and piercing sounds of bones shattering, accompanied by the monsters’ despairing screams.

This was the terrifying domination of a pure stat monster.

Without spending much effort at all, the aggressive Gnoll squad transformed entirely into a field of cold corpses.

Expressionless, Lance casually tossed aside the Gnoll corpse in his hand whose cervical spine he had already crushed.

At the same time, he glanced toward the Biological Research panel that popped up across his retina.

【Biological Codex: Monster · Gnoll】

【Current Research Progress: LV2 (14/50)】

Before encountering Toby’s group, Lance had already slaughtered quite a few Gnolls in the forest to test his strength.

The reason those dozen monsters had been dealt with so cleanly and efficiently just now naturally also owed much to the assistance of Weakness Insight, that special offensive trait.

Originally, his plan today had been to find a camp and kill Goblins to farm a talent.

However, after arriving at the woodland stream region where Gnolls were active, he suddenly remembered that Goblins were included in a Gnoll’s diet.

No wonder he had activated the Full-Map Vision Function from atop the trees earlier to carefully scout the area, only to discover not even a trace of a Goblin within this open region.

Still, casually killing this group of Gnolls was well worth it.

Lance silently calculated in his mind.

Next, he could see whether there was an opportunity to raise the Gnoll research progress to Level 3 first. After obtaining a new trait reward, he could make a detour on the way back and finish the remaining Goblin kill count.

At this moment, the three survivors, Toby and the others, had already supported one another as they walked over.

“This forest region goes far deeper than you imagine. The bloody scent released during the battle just now will soon attract even more troublesome carnivorous monsters.”

Lance stopped thinking and turned around to kindly remind the three frightened youths.

“The equipment on you doesn’t look like it belongs to local Adventurers from Graystone Town. Leave quickly before the sky gets dark.”

Lance’s gaze was extremely sharp.

He could tell through the forging craftsmanship of the armor worn by the three.

The basic equipment within an Adventurer town generally originated from only a few fixed blacksmith shops, each possessing their own distinctive forging styles.

The leather armor and shields worn by these three clearly did not belong to Graystone Town’s manufacturing style.

“B-Big bro! Thank you so much!”

Toby stammered.

At this moment, Lance’s body was stained with large amounts of foul-smelling blood. Especially that hand which had just pierced through a monster’s body—blood was still dripping from his fingertips one drop at a time.

That oppressive visual impact frightened Toby so badly that even his speech became unsteady.

Toby forcibly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and bravely introduced his party.

“My name’s Toby! This is my fiancée Phoebe, and the one beside us who doesn’t like talking is Finn.”

“Thank you for saving the lives of the three of us today.”

His face carried deep gratitude. If this big brother had not intervened earlier, they would definitely have already been devoured by the Gnolls until not even bones remained.

“Big bro, if you ever come to Birchwood Town in the future, just mention my name, Toby!”

Toby patted his chest and loudly guaranteed.

“My family runs a slaughterhouse specializing in Ironhide Boar meat! From now on, all your meat is covered by me—completely free!”

Lance quickly searched through his memories regarding Birchwood Town.

This town was very close to Graystone Town. One could reach it in less than half a day by carriage.

However, the area was geographically closer to trade routes, making it more of a commercial town, so the number of resident Adventurers there was much lower than in Graystone Town.

Ironhide Boar meat?

Upon hearing that special term, the eyes hidden beneath Lance’s hood slightly lit up.

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