Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 014 The Emergence of New Skills

"Seriously, what is the origin of this kid you brought back?"

Hitting people is also very tiring.

The repairman, who had been beating Lear for fifteen minutes, was almost dehydrated.

He got up from the ground and poured a large mouthful of water, and complained to the fox: "This guy stares at me directly, even if he gets the heaviest fist, he doesn't say a word, this guy is either ruthless or super perverted murderer."

"I hope you don't regret your decision to nurture him."

The fox, who watched the whole process, was silent, and she was also frightened by Lear's performance.

If Lear wasn't in their camp right now, she would have shot him right now.

But he is really a man in his own camp ... Right?

The fox wasn't completely sure either, but she only knew that if she didn't drag Lear into the medicinal bath, he would probably soon bleed to death.

Lear suddenly woke up from his coma.

He found that his body was sore, he couldn't move, and he was hot and ice, just like ice and fire.

A breath that had been held for a long time came out of his lungs, and the whole person became comfortable and happy.

At this time, he barely opened his eyes, only to find that covering his epidermis was a layer of substance that looked like wax and ice, I am afraid that this is the so-called medicinal bath.

Through the biological clock in his body, he clearly calculated that after being beaten to three broken ribs, a fractured nose, a congested eardrum, and bruised internal organs, he had returned to the level of ordinary normal people who could walk, sit and lie down in just two hours and fifteen minutes.

Soak this thing for a while, and it is estimated that it will be completely fine.

It's really powerful, a medicinal bath that has been organized for a thousand years.

If even Lear thinks so, ordinary Xiaobai will probably be even more frightened and in awe.

I am afraid that it is precisely with this medicinal bath that the organization can constantly strengthen the assassins of its own organization, allowing them to control the stunt of bullet bending one by one.

Just as Lear's mind diverged, he suddenly found that several notifications from his system popped up.

He opened the system log and carefully read what happened to the system when he was unconscious.

[Ding, congratulations on obtaining the skill: Anti-Strike LV1, gaining 500 experience points. 【

Ding, congratulations on obtaining the skill: micro-speed recovery LV1, gain 500 experience points.

】【Ding, congratulations on discovering the special potion: healing medicinal bath, gain 500 experience points, if you get all the formula of the medicinal bath, you will get 3000 experience points.】

A succession of prompts to make Lear's pupils contract.

He found that he seemed to have some error in his understanding of the system.

Three consecutive 500 experience points, 1500 experience points directly let him generate two levels in a row, to level 7, they also sent Lear a total of 20 attribute points and 4 skill points.

No wonder his system went straight to the screen.

You'll need to look through the system logs to see what happened.

Can I earn experience points by practicing skill upgrades?

Or even the skills you learn give you more experience points than killing?

In other words, he not only has the way to go out to hunt bad guys to gain experience, but also can he practice skills internally to gain experience points?

These two legs walk, upgrade the speed, and suddenly improve ah.

Lear fell into thought, and the whole person began to think quickly with the help of the cold medicinal bath.

After another twenty minutes, and his body was almost completely healed, the fox with his high heels stepping on the stone slab and making a sexy sound came from outside.

"Hey, get up and eat."

The fox said to Lear.

Carefully calculated, the time to be beaten is only ten minutes, of course, this is also very physically demanding, everyone who has fought knows that the strongest combat power that can break out is only those few minutes.

After he had soaked in the medicinal bath for more than two hours, it was time to eat at noon.

Lear jumped up from the water like a king carp, looking at the things thrown at his crotch, and the fox couldn't help but stare for a long time and whistled.

"Let's go," Lear said to the fox as he casually approved a bathrobe on a nearby shelf.

The fox didn't say much, and seemed to be shocked by the picture just now, and turned around and walked with Lear to the cafeteria.

There were many people in the cafeteria, and the people who came here seemed to eat an ordinary American buffet: blanched chickpeas, corn, and some hamburger meat, bread.

That's all.

American simple food is really simple to a somewhat rudimentary thing.

Whether it is cleaning garbage or textile transportation, it is a very labor-intensive thing, although everyone is a professional killer, but when there is no task, you still have to rely on the "ancient training" to obtain food and money through labor.

Seeing Lear come out with the fox just wearing a bathrobe, many people stared at him.

Lear ignored it, just took the plate and sandwiched some corn, bread, and hamburger meat for himself, and did not sit with the fox, but directly in front of the cross.

There was no one around Cross and X who went out together in the morning, apparently out of respect for the strongest.

Both of them were already middle-aged men in their forties, close to fifty, and they looked at this newcomer who had just joined the organization and was dismounted, not knowing what he wanted to say.

Can't he read air?

The vacant seats around the two of them still don't tell the story?

"Which of you is the strongest?" Lear asked a question that made everyone's ears prick up.

"It depends on the situation, in a particular situation, I am, in a specific situation, he is."

Cross did not speak, as if another elderly version of Lear, the same silence, calmness, silence.

It was Mr. X who kindly explained to Lear.

"How to become the strongest." Lear vividly interprets his stunned role.

Mr. X smiled and did not give an answer.

But instead, Cross nodded at Lear: "Keep training, keep mental, always be ready, God will guide you."

From this positive and negative answer, it can be seen that although X has just answered Lear's question, it is essentially just a joke to tease Lear's junior.

After Lear asked the real core, he didn't bother to explain it to Lear.

Maybe the two sides are different in level, or maybe it is arrogance, but when comparing his non-explanation with the cross's explanation, you can see the difference between the two.

Cross is cold-faced and hot-hearted, and does not skimp on pointing out a newcomer like Lear who has just entered the industry.

X is warm-hearted and cold-hearted, too lazy to talk too much to Lear.

Lear was next to the two strongest killers, gobbled up his lunch, stood up with a plate, came to the fox and said imposingly: "Next project." "

He can't wait to experience the joy of upgrading!