Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

One man and one tiger, with playful expressions.

"May I ask who you are?"

"This is young master Tang Wen."

"Oh, so it's young master Tang Wen of Fire Camp." The leading elder of the surrounding allied forces, an extraordinary, was about to say something more.

Suddenly, he was interrupted:

"Our young master is the heir of Fire Camp! Seventh young master of the Blackwater Gang, guest elder of the fourth-grade White Tiger Tribe, one of the decision-makers of Gushan City!"

A series of titles were thrown out.

Making the listeners feel a sense of tension.

Especially since Five Families City is a small place.

Many people have never even heard of Gushan City, the Blackwater Gang, let alone what a guest elder is.

Even Tang Wen, with his thick skin, felt inexplicably ashamed.

But the extraordinary shouted with great enthusiasm: "Of course, he is also the master of Five Families City now!"

"This?"

The extraordinary elder and others exchanged glances.

Secretly transmitting their voices:

"Such big names, and so many of them, are they real or fake?"

"Regardless of whether they are real or fake, he is an extraordinary at such a young age, his strength is not fake!"

"How old is he? Sounds like he's bluffing! Any of us could shamelessly call ourselves the leader of a force, right?"

"That's right! It doesn't matter if he's boasting or not, that white tiger behind him definitely has sixth-grade strength."

"..."

Before they could come to a conclusion.

Tang Wen spoke again: "You've come here just to get some benefits, which, come to think of it, isn't impossible."

Huh?!

The eyes of several people lit up, the oldest extraordinary, old Lan, said: "I wonder what conditions young master has?"

Tang Wen didn't answer, he drew his knife, stroked the back of the blade, and asked again: "How many families are there in total?"

"There are eleven camps and villages of various sizes nearby."

"All the surrounding forces are here?"

"All of them are here."

Tang Wen smiled: "That's easy, each family send one person, and attack me together, as long as you beat me, proving you have enough strength, you can naturally share a piece of the pie."

The eleven leaders were all stunned, looking at each other.

What does he mean?

This condition is too simple, isn't it?

The eleven leaders include six extraordinaries, and the remaining five are also top martial masters.

They can protect themselves even against ordinary extraordinaries.

Eleven against one?

Isn't that the same as giving it away for free?

The six extraordinaries transmitted their voices again to discuss.

The small forces represented by the five martial masters were excluded.

Their highest combat power is a martial master, their opinions are not important at all.

It's like driving a 'Mazda' and not being qualified to attend a meeting, it's the same principle.

"Isn't this a giveaway? Old Lan, what do you think?"

"Hehe, either it's a trap, for example, this young master Tang's strength is very high! Otherwise, he knows he can't hold onto this piece of fat that is Five Families City, and is using this as an excuse to actively give us a share!"

"Can't hold it? Isn't that white tiger a sixth-grade?"

"Hmph! So what if it's a sixth-grade? Fire Camp, including their queen, plus the white tiger, only has two sixth-grades. Don't forget, to their south, there is also the threat of Black Mountain Camp! Would they dare to put a sixth-grade expert in Five Families City? Aren't they afraid of being defeated one by one by Black Mountain Camp?"

"Right, right, right, if there is no sixth-grade stationed here year-round, they won't be able to protect Five Families City. It's better to let us have a bite too! And use us to protect this place."

"However, since that's the case, I think it's most appropriate for us to take 60%."

Hearing the results of their discussion, Tang Wen didn't even raise an eyebrow:

"You want 60%? Fine. 60% it is."

He warned: "However, if you lose, are you afraid of not being able to get off the stage?"

The many leaders looked at old Lan, the latter didn't take his threat to heart: "Young master Tang Wen, let me confirm again, you are saying it's you alone, against the eleven of us?"

"That's right."

"The White Tiger Sacred Beast won't be participating?"

"Of course not, otherwise, where would you have any chance of winning!"

The leaders were even more relieved.

Their knowledge is really limited, and they still regard the white tiger as a sixth-grade beast.

"Thank you, young master Tang Wen!"

What a good person! He's sending us money and resources!

"Hehe, I haven't finished speaking yet, if you lose, you people will be my subordinates from now on, and the large and small forces you belong to will be my vassals."

Lose?

Eleven against one, how could we lose?

How could we lose?

Old Lan asked: "I wonder, if we become vassals, what will we have to do for the young master?"

"In the future, there will be a sixth-grade stationed in Five Families City, to protect you from harm. At the same time, your eleven forces and camps will be integrated together and developed according to plan."

Although he decided to give these ignorant and greedy guys a lesson.

The northwest land is barren.

People are rare resources.

Their territories must be taken over.

"A sixth-grade stationed here?" Old Lan was stunned.

Another middle-aged extraordinary also frowned: "Young master Tang Wen, doesn't Fire Camp only have two sixth-grade adults?"

"You don't need to worry about that, I will transfer people from Gushan City. You just need to follow orders!"

Taking them for his own use and developing them vigorously was a planned strategy.

"If we lose, we don't even have to offer tribute?" Old Lan didn't understand, his cloudy eyes were full of astonishment.

"Heh! Your little bit of money." Tang Wen shook his head: "Winter is coming, have any of you starved to death this year, are there any camps where no one has starved to death?"

Old Lan's breathing stagnated.

Everyone was silent.

In a year of drought, did people need to wait until winter to starve to death?

Winter is when people die from both cold and hunger.

Tang Wen kept shaking his head. From the beginning, when he saw their armor of various colors and the generally thin mounts, he understood that they were poor, not even as good as Fire Camp. Even if he wanted to squeeze them dry, he couldn't get any oil out.

What Tang Wen valued was their population.

Compared to exploiting these poor people, he preferred to deal with those wealthy and powerful families.

For example, the Huang family.

For example, the Shipping Gang.

"Young master Tang, winning or losing seems to be greatly beneficial to us, are you sure you didn't say the conditions wrong?" Old Lan still didn't believe that such a good thing would fall on his head.

Even if a child does something wrong, they will get a beating.

Not to mention that they are going to compete for most of the profits of Five Families City.

If they lose, they don't have to be slaves?

Who would believe that!

Tang Wen curled his lips: "You're thinking too much, you'll know when the time comes."

Old Lan's eyes flickered: It seems that this Tang Wen is very confident in his martial arts cultivation.

Moreover, he obviously looks down on a group of leaders like himself.

But, what does it matter?

He also understood that what he said to Miss Zheng and the idea he had was disgusting.

But so what?

In his own camp, less than one-tenth of the people can eat a full meal a day.

And this year, a large number of trees and plants died as early as spring and summer.

The coal prepared in the camp is not enough at all.

I don't know how many people will die in winter.

Under such circumstances, it would be a joke not to seize the opportunity and take a bite!

"Verbal statements are not enough, young master Tang Wen, why don't we make a written agreement?" Old Lan finished speaking.

The other ten leaders nodded in agreement.

"Okay." Tang Wen was impatient and just wanted to start quickly.

The Zheng family brought paper and pen, and wrote twelve contracts according to Tang Wen's instructions.

The leaders of each family carefully read the vassal responsibilities to be fulfilled, and gradually relaxed completely.

Tang Wen did not deceive them, the white paper and black characters were written clearly.

They signed and fingerprinted, and pressed their fingerprints and palm prints.

After Tang Wen also signed his name, each family handed the paper to a trusted subordinate in front of him, ordering the other party to leave immediately.

Obviously, they were afraid that Tang Wen would not admit it.

Tang Wen was speechless: Not to mention that he wouldn't lose, even if he did lose, the income from Five Families City wouldn't be a pity to give up.

The income from any large camp or mine under his command is much higher than this.

No preparation, no arena.

Everything was simplified.

The one-on-eleven battle began outside the city.

The crowd watching the excitement was three layers inside and three layers outside.

They had various guesses, those who had seen Tang Wen's great power were naturally firm supporters.

But more people, who didn't have much knowledge, favored the side with more people.

"Start!"

Ding!

The golden gong rang.

A flash of a knife, drawing a crescent-like arc.

[Qi Transformation into a Line, the Knife is Silent]

[Visualized Martial Art, A Line of Sky (Knife Technique), Mastery (301/3000)]

This knife technique, which was internally rated as "chicken ribs" by the Blackwater Gang.

When practiced to the mastery level, the knife is not only swift but also more concealed.

An invisible knife gang flashed past.

Like an occasional lightning bolt, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

Tang Wen sheathed his knife and stood still.

The vast majority of the surrounding people were ordinary people, they were purely watching the excitement and couldn't see Tang Wen's movements at all.

Martial apprentices couldn't even be sure whether Tang Wen had moved, their faces were full of doubt, they couldn't understand at all.

Martial artists and martial masters felt a little coolness at the moment the light lit up.

Miss Zheng was also confused, her vision was better than ordinary martial masters, but only slightly better.

General Zhao understood and cursed Tang Wen for being a monster.

As the saying goes, the one involved is confused, the bystander sees clearly.

The bystanders were still confused, the people involved were even more surprised.

The six extraordinary leaders saw Tang Wen draw his knife, but couldn't see the light of the knife.

However, this move [A Line of Sky] is compressed to the extreme, and the wound falls on people, it's just a line.

Suddenly, an extraordinary moved his position.

Like a silver bottle bursting!

A stream of blood gushed out from his chest, staining his animal skin coat red.

He was shocked, looked down, and saw an extremely neat cut, not knowing when it had appeared on his chest.

Noticing his abnormality, the other ten were equally shocked.

With a slight movement, blood lines spurted out one after another.

Severe pain accompanied by screams struck.

The eleven leaders were terrified and staggered back.

"Wh-what kind of means is this?!" Old Lan pressed his wound, his hands were covered in red blood, and he licked it in a daze, warm, fishy, and sweet, indeed fresh blood!

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

The onlookers were stunned.

They didn't even see Tang Wen draw his knife, and the people who were going to besiege Tang Wen began to bleed.

If this isn't sorcery, what is it?!

"Shut up! What sorcery! Our young master is a master of the knife path. His means are comparable to the peak of the sixth-grade! How can you understand?"

The field was silent.

Then, it became noisy.

The people behind couldn't see clearly and asked questions.

"Young master Tang Wen is some kind of knife art sorcerer, once he casts a spell, those people start bleeding!" This is someone who doesn't understand anything.

"Tang Wen is a knife art master, one knife, one sixth-grade grandmaster!" This is someone who pretends to understand.

"..."

The rumors started to become outrageous, faster than lychees going bad in the summer.

Tang Wen had no intention of correcting them.

The eleven leaders looked at him as if they were looking at a celestial being.

"So young master has sixth-grade strength?"

Someone woke up as if from a dream.

"No wonder he promised us 60%, it turns out we can't win at all."

"Thank you, young master Tang, for not killing us!" Those who were quick-witted had already knelt down.

Although the wounds on their chests and abdomens were frightening.

In fact, they didn't hurt the fundamentals.

Tang Wen's purpose in this battle was not to kill them.

The law of the jungle is the main theme of the northwest land.

The eleven leaders of small forces, although their vision is not long-term, are very pragmatic.

They are willing to admit defeat.

However, they inevitably feel uneasy.

For fear that Tang Wen would not keep his word and would search their villages or camps.

In that case, there would be no way out.

Although they had a contract signed by Tang Wen in their hands.

But with Tang Wen's strength, what was the use of a contract?

In the face of absolute power, the weak have no room for bargaining.

Several leaders who looked like martial masters were particularly worried.

They are the small forces in the small forces.

There are only a few thousand people in the village or camp.

Young master Tang is so powerful, will he really treat himself and the ordinary people in the camp kindly as promised?

They had no confidence at all.

If it were them, if they had such strength, if they could crush the remaining camps!

Then the first thing would be to annex!

Annex mercilessly!

After the annexation, the other party would be slaves!

They could ensure their own safe winter.

The eleven of them looked like a united and harmonious group.

In fact, they are internally divided into three levels.

Forces with two or more extraordinaries are at the top.

Those with one extraordinary are in the middle.

Forces without extraordinaries do the hardest and most tiring work, and get the least resources!

Seeing their worries, Tang Wen ignored them. It was useless to say more, they would naturally understand in the future that this was no less than fate's favor for them.

And for Tang Wen, it was just a small matter, not even an interlude.

The next day, General Zhao led people to stay in Five Families City.

Tang Wen and Tiger Seven returned to Fire Camp.

"Sister! I'm back!"

In the evening, the wooden door creaked open and was pushed open from the outside.

Colorful clothes were drying in the yard, the winter temperature was low, freezing them hard.

The bluestone bricks on the ground were neat and clean, with no dust.

The door of the main room opened, and two figures, one large and one small, rushed out.

"Young master is back?!" The woman's voice was full of surprise.

"Yay! It's big brother!" The daughter's voice was like a silver bell.

It was that mother and daughter, Cui Lian and Taozi.

Tang Wen saw the people coming clearly.

After not seeing her for many days, the young woman Cui Lian's eyes were full of joy, but she was still restrained. She slowed down halfway, twisting her handkerchief in her hands, not knowing where to put it.

She wanted to hug him, but didn't dare.

Taozi, on the other hand, shook her two small braids and rushed all the way.

"Little Taozi has grown so big!"

She rummaged through the space stone, pulling out chestnuts, walnut cakes, and other treats, stuffing them into the hands of the bright and lively little girl.

The disappointment of not seeing her sister immediately was replaced by a cheerful mood.

"Young Master, you must be tired from your journey! Hurry and rest! Taozi, come down quickly."

It was clear that Cuilian had a good year.

Her originally slender, oval face had become a rounder, goose-egg shape.

Her skin was rosy, her figure graceful, and though she was still young, she possessed the charm of a young woman.

Tang Wen carried Taozi inside.

Cuilian followed beside him, saying, "Young Master, are you hungry? Let me make you some tea first! The tea leaves were a gift from General Zhao. Oh, no, I should call Miss and Lord Zhou Bing back!"

As she spoke, she gestured excitedly towards the door.

Tang Wen stopped her, "When do they usually return?"

"Well, Xiaoliu and Taohua went to sell roujiamo (meat sandwiches). They should be back soon."

"Miss Tang Tang and Lord Zhou Bing are on duty at the guard camp; they probably won't be back until later."

"It's fine as long as they're back tonight. There's no rush."

Inside the bedroom, everything was arranged as before.

A gray coarse cloth sheet covered the bed, with bedding and pillows on top.

Tang Wen couldn't help but be surprised.

He hadn't lived at home for a long time; the bedding should have been stored away.

Cuilian picked up a feather duster and dusted non-existent dust, saying, "Miss was afraid you'd return suddenly and have nowhere to stay, so she cleans the room every day, and the bedding and sheets are changed often."

"Crunch, crunch," Little Taozi ate happily.

Cuilian also opened the floodgates of conversation, talking about everything that had happened at home since Tang Wen left.

Taohua and Xiaoliu returned, greeting Tang Wen with excitement.

Finally, familiar footsteps sounded.

Tang Wen immediately stood up, accidentally knocking over a stool with his shin.

A familiar voice called out, "Who's in the east room? Xiaoliu? You're a martial master now; how can you still be so clumsy...?"

The footsteps approached.