Unbeknownst to Orion, he had picked up some unwanted followers during his journey. A group of shady individuals had been tracking his movements, their intentions unknown.
They had been keeping a low profile, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. But they were determined to follow Orion to his destination and find out what he was up to.
They kept a safe distance, always staying out of sight but never losing track of Orion's movements. They watched him as he ran across the rugged terrain, his powerful body making light work of the journey.
The group of individuals was well-trained and well-equipped, and they moved with the stealth and precision of trained assassins. They were not to be taken lightly, and they had a dangerous air about them.
As the group of individuals watched Orion from afar, their nerves became increasingly frayed. Each of them had been carefully selected for this mission - they were seasoned assassins, trained to track their targets and eliminate them without fail. But there was something different about this job that made them uneasy.
One of the men, a tall, broad-shouldered figure with a scar running down his left cheek, spoke up in a gruff voice. "Is that our target?" he asked, pointing towards Orion.
Another man, shorter and more slender than the scar-faced one, nodded in agreement. "Yes," he replied. "That's him. The one who paid us saying that we need to get rid of him."
The group fell silent as they continued to observe Orion, their eyes narrowed in suspicion and malice. They had been hired to eliminate him, but they didn't know why. All they knew was that he was a powerful cultivator, and someone wanted him dead.
As they watched Orion's muscular form disappear into the distance, the tension among the group grew. They were all armed and ready for combat, but they knew that Orion was not to be taken lightly. He was a skilled fighter.
Despite their apprehension, the group knew that they had a job to do. They had been paid handsomely for this mission, and they were determined to see it through to the end.
The group of men huddled together. Their eyes were fixated on the figure of Orion, who was making his way to his destination. The tall, scar-faced man who had spoken earlier turned to the others and asked, "What information do we have about him?"
The shorter, slender man stepped forward, his eyes darting back and forth between the scar-faced man and Orion. "We knew that he was at least Forth-Stage Warrior Realm Cultivator," he replied, his voice low and cautious.
The scar-faced man grunted in acknowledgment, his eyes never leaving Orion's form. He knew that this would not be an easy task. Taking down a cultivator of that level required skill and precision, and the group needed to be well-prepared if they wanted to succeed.
"We also know that he is heading towards the wilderness," the slender man continued. "He might be looking for a secluded place to train, away from the prying eyes of the sect."
The scar-faced man nodded, his expression was thoughtful. "That could work to our advantage," he said. "We can ambush him when he is at his weakest and take him down before he has a chance to react."
The group murmured in agreement, their eyes gleaming with fierce determination. They had been hired to eliminate Orion, and they were determined to complete their mission.
"We need to be careful, though," the scar-faced man cautioned. "He might have allies or powerful beasts with him. We cannot afford to underestimate him."
The slender man nodded in agreement. "We need to gather as much information as possible," he said. "We need to know his strengths and weaknesses, his habits and routines, everything we can use to our advantage."
The group dispersed, each member heading off in a different direction to gather information about Orion. They knew that time was of the essence, and they needed to act fast if they wanted to succeed.
Orion had no idea that he was being followed. He continued his training in the wilderness. He spent his days honing his skills, testing his limits, and pushing himself to new heights. He was completely focused on his training, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.
He practiced his martial arts forms, his movements fluid and precise. He meditated, deepening his connection to his Qi and cultivating his inner strength. He battled fierce beasts, testing his skills against the most formidable opponents he could find.
As Orion continued his training in the wilderness, he began to feel a sense of progress and growth within himself. His body felt stronger, his movements more fluid, and his mind clearer than ever before. Curious about his progress, he decided to check his status on the system.
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[Name: Orion]
[Race: Human]
[Realm: Fifth-Stage Warrior]
[Talent: Primordial Ascension]
[Tier: X]
[Beasts: Atlas]
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Orion's heart swelled with pride as he read his status on the system. He had reached the Fifth-Stage Warrior Realm. He smiled to himself as he thought about the long and arduous journey he had taken to get here. It had taken countless hours of hard work and dedication to achieve this level of skill and power.
As Orion was reading his status on the system, suddenly, there was a rustle near him. He quickly turned to face the source of the noise, his senses on high alert.
At first, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. The trees and bushes around him rustled in the wind, and the distant sound of wild beasts could be heard in the background.
But then he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Something was moving in the bushes nearby.
He waited, watching the bushes closely. After a few moments, a small animal emerged from the foliage, scurrying across the ground and disappearing into the underbrush on the other side. Orion breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it was just a harmless animal.
But then he heard another noise, this one louder than before. It sounded like the snapping of a twig. Orion tensed up again, his eyes scanning the area around him, trying to find the source of it.
