The dense forest stretched out before him, dark and unforgiving. Vill Long Feng stumbled through the underbrush, his feet heavy and sore. His body was battered and bruised, the remnants of countless hardships that had led him to this point. Every breath felt labored, each step a struggle against the weight of exhaustion. He was alone, lost in the wilderness, with nothing but the raw instincts of survival keeping him going.
His clothes were torn, his once-pristine robes now little more than ragged pieces of cloth barely hanging onto his frame. The dirt clung to his skin, the scent of sweat and blood mixing with the thick, damp air. Hunger gnawed at his insides, a constant reminder of his struggle. His stomach growled, but there was nothing to satisfy it—not yet.
Vill had been forced into this situation after his betrayal. Abandoned and cast aside by those he had once trusted, left to fend for himself in a harsh world that offered no mercy. His past, filled with pain and torment, seemed like a distant memory now. His father, a bastard who had abused his mother, was dead. And his mother, Lilly Long Feng, the only person who had ever cared for him, was far away. He had no family to rely on anymore. No allies. Just the wilderness and himself.
A flash of fire flickered in his chest, the faintest stir of his Phoenix bloodline. It burned weakly, barely a flicker of the power it should have held. But it was enough to remind him of what he was capable of. The Dragon bloodline that flowed through his veins—stronger, more raw—stirred, though not yet fully awakened. His bloodlines were his inheritance, his birthright. Yet here he was, struggling to survive with nothing but his own strength.
The sun had long since set, casting the forest in an eerie darkness. The only sounds were the occasional rustle of the leaves and the distant calls of wild creatures. Vill didn't dare to stop. He had learned the hard way that when the night fell, danger was never far behind. The beasts that roamed these woods were fierce, primal creatures that saw him as nothing more than prey.
A rustling sound from behind him snapped him back to reality. His senses sharpened instantly, a thrill of adrenaline shooting through his veins. His heart raced, and his muscles tensed. He couldn't afford to be caught off guard again. The last time, it had nearly cost him his life.
He turned slowly, his eyes scanning the darkness. There—movement. A pack of wild beasts, their eyes gleaming in the dim light, began to emerge from the shadows. They were large, their forms hulking and powerful, each one a terrifying beast in its own right. Their fur was matted, their teeth sharp, and their movements fluid, like predators closing in on their prey.
Vill's mind raced as he analyzed the situation. He was outnumbered. Weak. Injured. But he couldn't afford to run. Not anymore. Survival meant facing this head-on. He had no other choice.
The beasts closed in, their low growls reverberating through the air. Vill's breath came faster, but his mind remained calm, focused. His body moved with a swiftness that seemed at odds with his battered condition. He had learned to fight with nothing, relying on his instincts and the basic skills he had honed through years of hardship.
A primal roar echoed from the beasts, and they lunged. Vill dodged the first strike, rolling to the side with surprising agility. His body was sore, but his bloodlines responded, a faint warmth spreading through his limbs. The Phoenix bloodline flickered again, a gentle flame that fueled his movements. It wasn't enough to unleash its true power, but it gave him the edge he needed.
He swung his leg out, catching one of the beasts in the side. The creature yelped, staggering back, but the others were closing in, relentless. Vill's breathing grew heavier, but he refused to back down. His fists clenched as he charged forward, striking with precision, his legs a blur of motion. He felt the impact of each blow, but his focus was unwavering. He had no other option but to fight.
The battle raged on, brutal and unforgiving. Vill's body screamed in protest, but his resolve only hardened. His blood surged, and for a fleeting moment, he felt a surge of power. The Dragon bloodline roared within him, a force that threatened to overwhelm him. He fought to control it, to hold it back. He couldn't let it consume him yet. Not here, not now.
With one final, explosive strike, Vill brought down the last of the beasts. They lay sprawled out on the forest floor, defeated. Vill stood over them, breathing heavily, his body covered in blood, his skin bruised and battered. But he was still alive.
His hands trembled, not from fear, but from the intensity of the fight. The power within him—a power he barely understood—was real. And it was growing. But the question was: could he control it? Could he survive long enough to unlock his true potential?
The forest around him seemed to hold its breath as Vill stood in the aftermath of the battle. His body ached, his wounds throbbed, but his heart burned with determination. He was no longer just an underdog. He was something more. The path ahead would be long and full of challenges, but Vill Long Feng would carve his own way.
He would rise.
Vill Long Feng stood over the fallen beasts, his chest heaving with exertion. The battle had taken everything from him. His body felt like it had been torn apart and put back together again. Each movement sent a wave of pain through his muscles, but his mind was clear. In the silence that followed, only the sound of his ragged breathing broke the stillness.
The forest, once filled with the sounds of the beasts' roars, had now returned to an eerie calm. The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy of trees above, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Vill's eyes scanned the area one final time, ensuring that no other threats lurked in the dark.
He stepped over the bodies of the fallen creatures, his every step heavy with weariness. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, leaving him exhausted and hollow. His stomach growled louder than before, reminding him of the hunger gnawing at his insides. His eyes fell upon the carcasses of the beasts he had just defeated. It was raw, dangerous, but it was food.
Without hesitation, he knelt beside one of the creatures, using his hands to rip into its flesh. He didn't have the luxury of being squeamish. Survival came first. The taste of blood and raw meat filled his mouth, but it was better than nothing. He chewed slowly, his mind wandering as he consumed the small portion of meat. The pain from his earlier wounds was nothing compared to the hunger that threatened to consume him.
As he ate, his thoughts drifted to the power he had just experienced—the faint but undeniable surge of his Dragon bloodline. It had been a wild, untamed force, one that had nearly overtaken him in the heat of the battle. The Phoenix bloodline had flared too, though it had been weak, almost a whisper compared to the might of the Dragon's power. His bloodlines were there, dormant yet waiting, but they were not fully within his control. Not yet.
There was a fire inside him—a burning desire to grow stronger, to understand the full extent of what he was capable of. But right now, in this moment, he had to survive. He had no mentor, no clan to guide him. Only his will to forge his own path.
He finished the meager meal, wiping his bloodied hands on the dirt. As he stood, his eyes caught sight of the distant horizon, where the faintest streak of dawn began to break through the darkened sky. The night had been long, but the new day held a strange promise. Vill had survived. He had defeated the beasts that came for him, but he knew that the real test was yet to come.
He couldn't afford to linger. There was no time for rest. Not when his body was this broken, not when the world around him was so full of dangers. He needed to find shelter, to heal. His wounds would fester if he didn't treat them soon. The forest was vast, and there were many more challenges waiting for him in the shadows.
But as he gathered what little strength he had left, something deep within him stirred. His mother, Lilly Long Feng, flashed in his mind—a memory of her soft voice, her gentle touch. He remembered how she had always told him that no matter the darkness, he was destined for greatness. That the blood running through his veins held the key to unimaginable power.
The fire within him flickered once more, stronger this time. It was the Phoenix bloodline awakening, its heat building steadily in his chest. The Dragon bloodline roared to life in response, pushing against the walls of his control. It was like the stirring of a great storm—wild, untamable, but full of potential.
Vill clenched his fists. He had no time for doubt. He had no time for weakness. He would fight through every obstacle that stood in his way, whether it was the wilderness, the beasts, or his own inner turmoil. He would awaken the power within him, and he would control it.
With newfound determination, he turned away from the carnage of the battle. His path lay ahead, winding and uncertain. But he would walk it, step by step, no matter how difficult. Each challenge he faced would bring him closer to the man he was meant to become.
And one day, the world would recognize the name Vill Long Feng.