Speed king

Zeal began his rapid thought process: which animal could have this devilish speed. Is it a Jaguar? Or maybe a Cheetah? At this moment, he beheld the animal. Whoa, a Cheetah! In any case, he wasn't much surprised as he had already considered it in his assumptions.

The cheetah in front of him had long slim muscular legs. It had a tiny rounded head that perfectly sat on its neck. The animal had a flexible spine. It moreover possessed a special pad on its feet for grip. At the same time, it uses its tail for stability. The cheetah was tawny grayish-white with distinctive black spots. It also had black tear-shape stripes, which stretched from the inner corner of its eyes to the mouth region. Immediately, the animal caught up with Zeal in the opposite parallel track.

One of the Speed kings!

'How the hell did I attract this creature?' Zeal cried. What do I do now? He asked himself, hoping to be enlightened somehow, but it was useless. In fact, Zeal's mind was pale and empty—there was no atom of solution. After all, in danger, people often thought of beneficial things that didn't require hard work and consequences. But Zeal could tell that no matter what he thought of in this process, he had to pay the price. But what could he pay? 'Damn that old shrewd. He should better pray I don't die here—if not, my spirit will haunt him for life.' Zeal's mind was about to break because of the sudden unsolvable challenges the forest constantly gave him. However, it was just like life. Things wouldn't go easier for anyone because of their age, status, or power differences. After all, the powerful do not have the patience to wait for the enemy to grow up before they slay them—they would eliminate them and gain a lifetime of peace. Zeal thought of his constant humiliation and bullying; it was genuine that those guys never gave him the time or opportunity to grow stronger. He would take the world by its horn. Fight them when you see them! At this moment, he had a sudden flash of an idea.

'The old thing must want to train my speed—why shirk back. If that's the case, speed for speed and hell for hell.'

At this moment, Zeal adjusted his breath; he was in for this challenge. In fact, Zeal felt the very air became part of him. He could feel every part of it. It was as though the moment he made up his mind, his body composition changed. 'So his martial arts changes with his will; what the hell was he?'

Suddenly, Zeal made five strides in a single second; he used the air as a springboard. The remarkable aspect of these changes was the sustenance. Zeal was able to maintain the progress miraculously. So he quickly began to surpass the king of speed which ran four strides in a second. The difference seemed tiny, but it wasn't something to underestimate. After all, the accumulation would continue to pull their distance apart every second.

Just as one of the emperors of speed felt threatened by his new challenger, it struggled more with unexplainable anxiousness; however, its movement reduced too. Still, the emperor of speed chased Karl Zeal for twenty long hours before it finally retreated. By this time, Zeal was in the middle of the forest, resting on the not-so neatly dry ground; it had different colors of dead and alive leaves. Zeal breathed heavily from the non-stop marathon the animal coerced him to do. In fact, Zeal was about to collapse, but he forced himself to stay alive. But unbeknownst to him, all his internal organs had begun to adjust themselves at a fast pace. In fact, his internal body structure could barely keep up with the rapid changes. His body aura regulated itself to help his body accommodate the rapid changes and prevent his body organs from exploding. After all, Zeal was still a child. But now, his body system was being strengthened beyond that of a child. And it continuously expanded more than the previous width and at a high frequency. One could only conclude that the lad's body was abnormal for him to remain alive.

Just in front of Karl Zeal stood large trees with unique large canopies. When the rapid changes finally stopped, and Zeal breathed a sigh of relief, he decided to look at the new arena. In any case, Zeal knew nothing about the changes in his body, he only felt severe pain, and as soon as the pain stopped, he stood up to scout. Just as Zeal got to the clustered trees, he noticed everything was normal—so there was no danger.

"I must cultivate to keep my rapidly growing energy from rebounding." Zeal muttered to himself; he was unusually calm. Before now, Zeal's body maintained his core passively, but it was not enough. He still needed to do something. Yes, that's right: to actively control everything within his body. So he walked toward the middle of the clustered trees and sat on one of them. He formed a unique hand gesture and closed his eyes. Zeal breathed in and out and calmed his spirit. And at this moment, he could perceive his inner body; he felt the struggle of his energy veins and energy storage. There were also many free-moving energies—they were stubborn and weren't inclined to submit. At this moment, Zeal began to recite his unique mantra from the Divine sutra passed on to him by Sou Long. Unlike the last time, this one was different. Although, they all came from the same nine-heaven sutra compilation. Just as he started, the world changed and froze; Zeal was in the middle of nowhere (like the center of the world full of water) with the heaven energy baptizing him like the emperor of the world. Immediately inside his body, all of his acupuncture started to open. As they opened, Zeal's whole body shook violently. In fact, the energy vein felt like they were breaking. The more Zeal unlocked the acupuncture points, the more pain he felt. However, the whole uncontrolled energy became controlled. When he opened the last one: the governor (it was directly at the center of all the acupuncture and the largest with many openings), the whole restless energy became peaceful and pure.

This cultivation technique he used just now was the general cultivation that Sou Long gave him. This one could solve the comprehensive problem of spiritual cultivation, but it was usually slow. Of course, the previous one that Zeal used was for his bandaged hand; it only solved the problem of that section. So Zeal built his energy to its and settled all the rebound energy and spiritual force in his internal energy pathway.

Karl Zeal graciously stood and began to race forward. But as he moved forward, the forest changed again: the glade became narrower and cold. This phenomenon happened even when the fiery sun bathed the forest directly. Zeal instantly understood that this was another formation. Was it about to unfold? What could it be? He wondered. As he raced forward, the arrangement began to unravel swiftly, like a rectangle. At this moment, Zeal noticed that the branches of the trees looked more massive than their mother trunk and that the leaves appeared spiny. At the same time, he saw grasses on the ground with parallel leaves arrangements. But what surprised Zeal was the water droplets he saw on those grasses on the ground. In fact, nature detailed the whole thing like a perfect artwork. And it was unbelievable. However, Zeal's mind had actually sunk ten thousand kilometers in depth. "What the hell is this place?" Zeal muttered fearfully. Zeal became lost in thought for a moment: 'what should I expect next?' He questioned himself.

Instantly Zeal heard a crawling noise; he activated his Soul-eyes to their maximum. He never wanted anything to take him unaware. After his last night's cultivation, his Soul-eyes had improved quite a lot. His transparent orb orbiting him had grown to a few 250 meters. Also, his eyes quality and quantity had grown a lot. Right now, the dots are taking the shapes of eyes. Of course, they were not quite there, but it was quite a lot. Additionally, the quantity had doubled from the last time. In fact, this was a genius improvement. Or maybe, because of the superior sutra. So with Zeal's Soul-eyes functioning to their maximum, he saw shuddering leaves and branches; it was there that he saw something shocking. Zeal's whole body vibrated on seeing this creature; his bare back vomited one gallon of sweat—he was fearful. There was nowhere he could begin his thought. Was it the length? Or the size? They were all unfathomable. And not to mention the cold aura and scary eyes that darted Zeal. It was as though the baleful cold gaze pulled Zeal to another world. Zeal could imagine himself dying ten times under his breath. What would he do? Zeal was terrified, but even with that, there was no need to perish here. He had to survive. But could he outrun it? Zeal wondered.