Chapter Seven: Halt—This Is a Robbery (Part Two)

Gazing at the towering trees before him, reaching dozens of meters high, and feeling the tremendous pressure of gravity—five times heavier than normal—Wild Eater finally understood why Planet 55963 was so renowned.

When Wild Eater stepped down from the landing craft, Wild Qingshan dutifully led several men to stand behind him.

In an instant, dozens of people organized the protective net. Only after everyone was in position did Wild Qingshan quietly say to Wild Eater, “Young Master, the gravity on this planet is so immense. Perhaps you shouldn’t bring out your big hammer; the brothers may not be able to carry it for long here. Besides, your whip technique isn’t much weaker than your hammer style.”

Wild Eater shook his head repeatedly. That whip, as delicate as an embroidery needle, simply couldn’t compare to the beloved hammer. Now, Wild Eater was utterly infatuated with the sensation of swinging the massive hammer, smashing it down—it brought him endless delight.

He replied, “I’ll carry it myself. In such a dangerous place, of course I need my weapon in hand.”

Wild Qingshan and several others whispered among themselves, then signaled for two men in the distance to go aboard the landing craft and bring down the Sky Blue Crystal Hammer.

Wild Eater took it and swung it casually. The sound it made, whooshing through the air, felt even more exhilarating than in a vacuum, intoxicating him completely.

Everyone who witnessed Wild Eater’s actions couldn’t help but grimace. In this place, with gravity five times the standard, what was a ton under normal gravity now weighed five tons. Watching someone swing a five-ton weapon just for fun—anyone would secretly call him a monster.

But these men didn’t think that way. While surprised, they mostly breathed a sigh of relief; at least, on Planet 55963, they didn’t need to worry so much about Wild Eater’s safety. If he was safe, they, loyal to the family and devoted to its interests, could rest easy.

Still, Wild Qingshan, now captain of Wild Eater’s guard, couldn’t help but caution him, “Young Master, this planet is rife with dangers. You mustn’t act on impulse, and you can’t jump into battle at the first sign of trouble. You must wait until we’ve assessed the enemy’s situation before you take action.”

Wild Eater grumbled, displeased, “By the time you’ve figured things out, would I even need to do anything? Do you take me for a fool? Enough, I’ll be careful and listen to you.”

Wild Qingshan sighed quietly; he knew better than to expect Wild Eater to actually heed his advice.

Just then, the whip in Wild Eater’s right hand shot out, piercing the trunk of a nearby giant tree before he even realized it. Instantly, the tree began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When everyone recovered from their shock, the tree had become a dried husk.

Then, Little Flower darted out from Wild Eater’s neck and cried, “Master, let me out, I want to come out!”

Wild Eater, though puzzled by Little Flower’s urgency, quickly summoned her forth.

This time, Little Flower was only the height of an average person.

But as Wild Eater wondered at this, tremors suddenly rumbled from beneath the ground. Within a radius of several dozen meters, countless long vines burst forth, each several meters tall. Amid shocked cries, the vines wrapped themselves around the surrounding giant trees, which began to undergo the same rapid decay as the first tree, though more slowly this time.

Wild Qingshan, regaining his composure, asked in astonishment, “Young Master, is this your Divine Martial Beast? It can speak!”

Wild Eater glanced around and replied, “What’s so surprising? A talking Divine Martial Beast isn’t rare.”

Wild Qingshan nodded and shook his head, finally saying, “I’ve heard of other types that can speak, but never a plant-type—not since ancient times. Any speaking Divine Martial Beast, no matter its kind, is always immensely powerful. Throughout human history, warriors with talking Divine Martial Beasts have invariably been peerless.”

Wild Eater sniffed, “None of you are allowed to speak of this, not even to the family. Do you understand?”

Everyone was stunned. At last, Wild Qingshan asked, “Young Master, not even to the Patriarch?”

“No.” Wild Eater, after much consideration, decided that Zixia’s advice was sound, and he’d best listen.

“Why not?” Wild Qingshan was puzzled. In his mind, Wild Eater was destined to be the next head of the Wild family—why keep such an important secret from them?

Wild Eater, seeing Wild Qingshan pressing for answers, replied irritably, “Because I’m your Young Master, and if I say no, it means no. If anyone ever learns my Divine Martial Beast can speak, you’ll be the first people I come looking for.”

At this, a guard behind Wild Qingshan quickly replied, “Please rest assured, Young Master, we will never mention this to anyone.”

Wild Eater smiled and nodded, “That’s best. Remember, it’s anyone—do you understand?”

No one dared say more; all nodded repeatedly.

Then Wild Eater glared at Little Flower, “How many times have I told you not to appear before strangers? Must I tell you again?”

Little Flower, her neutral face showing utter disdain, retorted, “These people have been with you for years. I’ve seen several of them on Battle Star; how are they strangers?”

Wild Eater was exasperated, but then shouted, “From now on, whether or not they’re strangers, if I don’t summon you, you are not to show yourself, nor are you to speak. Do you want the whole world to know you can talk?”

Seeing Wild Eater truly angry, Little Flower dared not say more. For Divine Martial Beasts, there was a natural reverence for their host—a safeguard perhaps left by the universe for humanity. If humans couldn’t restrain their beasts, given their formidable power, one couldn’t say who would be commanding whom.

Feeling frustrated, Wild Eater thought, “Three hundred words, two hours to write—how vexing!”