"Fake!"
"This must be fake!"
The clay statue blurted out, "How could you have detected me?"
It was only three feet tall.
In front of Xu Yang, it was merely a "dwarf". At the moment, gripped by the neck by Xu Yang, it was incapable of escaping. As it struggled its feet flailed, its fists banged on Xu Yang's arm, producing a dull thud as if it was hitting steel.
Instead, his fists were rebounded causing pieces of dirt to scatter.
It stopped its actions, with eyes wide and staring at Xu Yang.
Xu Yang, listening to the system notification in his mind, sunk into deep self-doubt.
Physical Strength +1, that he could understand.
After all, it was a clay statue, impervious to swords and spears, with immense power. Those punches he threw could be compared to an average martial arts Heavenly Being.
But...
What on earth was Tracking +1?
Was this level of ability even worth calling "tracking"?
