Sam had a picnic and ate his fill, but still no effects were observed. Sam noticed a small cat nearby sitting on a branch, he looked at the meat and licked his lips.

Sam didn't mind attracting other animals to him, the more the better. Plus, the cat looked pretty cute. Sam was in a good mood, and the Jaguar was too big. So Sam threw a huge piece of meat to the cat.

The cat immediately pounced on the meat and began to growl aggressively, protecting its meal. Sam just laughed at his attempts and continued to wait at the fire for new guests for a while.

In addition to the cat, a couple of animals also visited, which Sam immediately caught up with and killed. The cat saw the massacre, grabbed the remains of the meat and ran away. Before going to bed, Sam threw another piece of meat into his bag to taste, and then left to look for a place to sleep.

At night he had to wake up, some bats managed to damage the tent. Sam killed a couple and they scattered.

The jaguar wound still worried Sam. No important organs were hit, but the jaguar's claws are no joke. On the way, he treated the wound and put on a bandage again, the smell of blood still leaked out. Most likely, bats flocked to it.

The next day, Sam raised the level almost immediately, but there was no change.

Sam level 15

Class Immortal

Strength 20

Agility 25

Stamina 17

Toughness 13

Spirit 16

Unallocated stat points 0

Abilities - Premonition of Danger, Spiritual Armor.

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Sam distributed six parameters for two levels, allocating two stats everywhere except for Toughness, he will raise Toughness only if he feels that the body cannot cope.

A week has passed.

One day, to Sam's surprise, he met another person, they met in a fairly open area, there were not many trees or steep slopes. It was a black man, but Sam was not sure what nationality.

The Amazon was surrounded by too many countries, there should be even tribes of natives, at least in theory.

Sam was not too worried, he was rather interested in what he was doing here, and that guy didn't even have a weapon. They went to meet each other.

- Hi bro, what are you ...

Sam did not have time to finish, as the black bumped into him, and not just with high speed, but almost teleported. Sam immediately noticed that it was some kind of movement skill or something similar, by the small emanations from his feet.

Sam pulled out his sword, but did not manage to do anything until he caught a blow to the ribs, and as it turned out, the blow was quite powerful, because Sam was pushed aside from the blow and he groaned.

The black guy flew at him again, but Sam swung his sword towards him, Sam's dexterity was not childish, but Sam missed, and the black managed to hit him on the back from behind with his feet again.

Sam was pushed back again, the blows were powerful enough and even despite his high spirit, the spiritual armor dissipated quickly.

At the moment when Sam realized that he would miss, he immediately began to strike in a wide arc behind his back, but still he did not get the guy. He stepped back a little trying to understand why Sam is still intact.

- Listen, man, let's go on good terms.

Sam had no idea if black could understand his language, he tried both English and Spanish but couldn't see any reaction.

He was starting to get nervous, Sam was sure that if he will take a few more hits, armor will fade and he will literally die from this bum feet.

He hated to fight with strong people, what's the point of risking your life in equal match if you can become stronger by killing weaklings or animals?

However, even though Sam was scared, he managed to remember that he had a pistol in the ring. He immediately took out a pistol, threw it into his left hand and fired.

Of course, due to the fact that the ring was on his right hand, Sam could not shoot fast enough, the black guy dodged and began to actively wag around.

After the first shot, Sam did not continue to waste bullets, but simply drove the gun after the black man, forcing him to constantly move. If this goes on, then here the black's guy spirit will end.

In addition, in such a situation, the black man could no longer retreat so easily, he could of course try to retreat facing Sam and Sam would be glad if this fucking football player dumped the fuck.

But a stray bullet could still shoot him, that guy made up his mind, the black man instead of running away, started to approach Sam in a fast tempo, while he kept dancing around with evasive movements.