Gordon spent more than two months killing all the ferocious beasts dozens of kilometers nearby.
Unfortunately, the second floor of the ruins was too big, and he could not find the whereabouts of other teenagers. Today, most people have returned to the upper floor to rest, and no one can stand the continuous killing. Loneliness, exhaustion, irritability, suspicion...
Like an endless wave of blood, it's so overwhelming that people can't breathe.
Only Gao Deng remained calm and composed. He never had any negative emotions. On the contrary, he was in high spirits, as if he was born to do this.
Following the direction of the stream, Gordon approached a small pool formed by a low-lying area. He was already at the top of the food chain in this area, but he still habitually set up warning devices around the moss cover. He checked
In the small pool, I took off my cloak, clothes, and boots, and washed them one by one. The smell of animal blood on them was so strong that it could be smelled from a distance.
The harvest of the hunt was buried nearby by him. The fur, scales, horns, teeth, claws, etc. of the ferocious beast were wrapped in three large packages, which could be exchanged for almost a hundred blood points.
The heart of the ferocious beast and some rare organs have long been consumed by himself: the bone marrow of the lightning leopard strengthens the muscles and activates blood, the musk beads of the mountain civet enhance the sense of smell, the phantom light stone of the virtual demon monster improves light perception, and the two clear away heat and detoxify
The anaconda gallbladder causes the roots of the Devil's Life Tree to grow green hair, thereby increasing the body's resistance to poison.
As for the harvested herbs and exotic fruits, they all went into the cicada's belly. The little goblin loves flowers, fruits, fruits, and especially sweets. A few days ago, Gordon picked the hive of a horned bee and got a few pieces of yellow honey crystals.
Cicada ate it all in one breath, and her belly was swollen like a round rubber ball. She lay on the magic tree unable to move, and kept shouting "honey-honey-honey."
The bigger gain is that Gordon's actual combat skills are becoming more and more proficient, and his moves are almost instinctive. He no longer copies the bird attack moves in a rigid manner. This is probably because the martial arts created by his predecessors are all tailor-made according to his own characteristics.
Use martial arts to bring out 100% of its power. The talents, physiques, heights, and weights of later scholars are all different from those of the pioneers of martial arts. If you insist on imitating them completely, you will only achieve twice the result with half the effort.
In the hunting after hunting, Gordon flexibly adjusted the bird attack: the mouse drill can bend at a lower angle; the cat jumps instead of jumping on the right leg, with the left arm slightly hooked; the wolf's pace depends on the target.
Distance... He learned the movements of some beasts, incorporated them into his moves, and then improved them according to his own conditions.
Although the Blood Prison Society has taught other martial arts, Gordon can also borrow more advanced martial arts secrets from the library. However, those martial arts are too radical, blindly improving source power, and the techniques are rough and one-sided, but they are not as good as this set of most advanced martial arts secrets.
Basic bird raiding.
Gordon walked into the cool pool water, washed away the smell of blood and odor from his body, lay down on a rock that was smooth and flat by the water, and sharpened the slightly blunt edge of the dagger.
Even in a simple gesture like sharpening a knife, Gordon's arms move like snakes. He has always been focused on bird hunting and must strive for excellence. Now, after many fights, bird hunting has been integrated into every ordinary action of life.
, the skills have reached perfection.
But this basic martial skill has come to an end and is no longer suitable for black lead level training.
In the early stages of the Black Lead level, a warrior's source power should have grown by leaps and bounds, and would not hit a bottleneck until the later stages. However, due to the low level of Bird Raid, Gordon's source power grew extremely slowly. In the long run, it would inevitably fall behind others.
The top priority is to find a truly advanced martial art that can not only increase the amount of source power, but also ensure that the source power is pure, and also train every part of the body to perfection.
Maybe it can be found there.
Gordon rubbed beast grease on the dagger to prevent it from rusting, put on his clothes and equipment, jumped on a red algae rooted in the pool, climbed to the highest point, and had a distant view.
Dozens of small streams flowed out from all directions in the totem jungle and converged in front, forming a meandering river with turbid waves.
This river will bypass the Manado Forest, go straight through the tundra, pass through the conglomerate mountains, and finally flow into the broad underground river in the northeast. On the other side of the river, there are more dangerous jungles and more powerful beasts.
, members of the Blood Hell Society who are more proficient in killing, and a forbidden area of the Sand Cave Clan that is isolated from the outside world.
"The pit of sin." Gordon said to himself thoughtfully.
"I'm going crazy!" The unruly young man tore off the phoenix feather fern he was using to hide himself. He clenched the dagger in his right hand and slashed around in a rage. The fern leaves flew in all directions, broke and shattered. "A full eighty years ago.
Oh my God! I'm hiding here like a fool, my bones are moldy, but there's not even a ghost on the 13th!"
A hundred meters below and to the left of the unruly young man, a fat fish-head mushroom shook a few times, tipped to the side, and emerged from the sturdy young man's head. "I can't hold on anymore. I'm squatting motionless like this.
It's not as fun as fighting a ferocious beast." His arm rested feebly on the cap, his body was covered in dust, and his pupils were bloodshot. He held a hollow stem in his mouth to breathe air.
"I think No. 13 will definitely not come. He may have been eaten by a ferocious beast, or he may have returned to the sand cave above, or he may not have planned to come here at all." The unruly young man raised his head and looked at the densely wrapped iron mass on the upper right.
Xuge yelled irritably, "No. 1, it's time to break up the gang. Waiting like this is a waste of time! Also, how can you compensate me for the bloody points that have been lost in vain in the past eighty days?"
Ge Ying lay on the thick kudzu vine, squinting one eye, holding a monocular telescope, and moved slowly. The scene below was clear, and no part of the tundra could escape the search of the camera, even the bamboo-bone butterflies flying on the river.
It’s also clear at a glance.
This monocular observation scope cost him nine blood points, and it was finally worth it. Apart from that, Geying only had a scimitar on his waist.
"No. 1, what on earth did you say?" The unruly boy didn't hear Ge Ying's reply and became even more irritable.
Without even raising his head, Grid eagle turned the monocular lookout, adjusted the focus, and pointed the lens at the lush fern forest next to the tundra, and said: "The 13th will definitely come. Calculate the time, it should be within the next few days. You guys
You two, please be patient and don't destroy the hiding place casually, lest No. 13 discover the loopholes."
The unruly young man let out a burst of mocking laughter: "No. 1, did you suddenly become a louse on No. 13 and know his whereabouts like the back of your hand?"
Ge Ying lowered his head and stared at the other person with cold eyes. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Do you know which leg No. 13 is used to taking first when walking?"
No. 9 was stunned for a moment, and Ge Ying sneered: "He likes to tilt his left shoulder first, and then move his right leg."
No. 9 suddenly realized: "In this way, the opponent can easily misjudge the direction he is heading."
Ge Ying asked again: "Do you know how many times you have to fight bird raids on the 13th every morning training?"
No. 9 was speechless.
"I tell you, a hundred times, every day, without interruption. Let me ask you, how many corpses are there in the morgue? One hundred and eight! Because No. 13 has dissected them one by one. Let me ask you again, martial arts
How many different types of venues are there on the training ground, and what are the training objectives for each? I can also tell you that there are a total of 122 training venues, targeting strength, vision, pace, and light body skills... Because 13
No. 13 has been there." Ge Ying's voice was as sharp as a blade. He had been secretly observing No. 13 for nearly half a year. No one understood this opponent better than him, who was as patient as a camel, as ferocious as a hyena, and as cunning as a fox.
No. 6 and No. 9 stared at Ge Ying dumbfounded and remained silent for a long time, unable to help but feel chills in their hearts.
"You two, stay safe and lurk." Ge Ying's eyes returned to the lens of the monocular observation mirror, the corners of his eyes twitching, and his expression was ferocious. No. 9 was right about one thing, he was the louse on No. 13's body, sucking up the blood in one gulp.
of lice!
Suddenly, a group of frightened crows flew out from the fern forest in the distance.
"Here we come!" Ge Ying shouted sharply, holding the handle of the knife with trembling fingers.
Either he dies or No. 13 dies, there is no third possibility.