Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

"Bang!"

Another wooden training dummy shattered.

Tang Wen silently calculated that after advancing, his punches were about one-third faster than before.

Well, with my current punching speed, if I get a chance, like catching an enemy's mistake, I should be able to land a punch in actual combat.

Uh, no.

If the enemy makes a mistake, wouldn't it be better to just kill them with a knife or smash them with a stone? Why waste energy and effort to give them a punch?

He looked at the headless wooden stake, his eyes deep.

Fist techniques still need to be practiced.

This is just the beginning.

When I reach the "Mastery" level, maybe it will be practical for combat.

After thirty punches, Tang Wen's physical strength and spirit were both exhausted.

However, he could consciously accelerate visualization, and his experience points increased a lot.

[Skill: Mountain-Splitting Cannon Fist, Beginner (45/1000)]

Back in the dormitory, he fell asleep.

The next day, at five in the morning, he woke up.

He didn't get up, but started practicing the Hunyuan Stance first.

Then he put on his clothes and practiced the Eight Vajra Exercises.

At seven o'clock, he arrived at the square on time and practiced the Earth Fire Stance with everyone.

If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't be able to do anything else in the morning after practicing these three major exercises.

Eating, returning to their rooms, and recuperating their spirits would be their only choices.

But for Tang Wen, this day's training was just the beginning.

It is worth mentioning that, except for the more difficult Hunyuan Gong, he practiced the other Eight Vajra Exercises and Earth Fire Stance with hundreds of pounds of weights.

This made everyone on the square try to squeeze forward when practicing the stances, trying not to let Tang Wen appear in their sight.

It was too demoralizing!

Cafeteria.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Without turning their heads, everyone knew that Tang Wen had arrived.

In the morning, the guards rubbed their hands and approached Tang Wen with ill intentions, holding clubs.

"Hehe, Tang Wen, we won't be polite!"

"Feel free to hit me."

"To be honest, the guards who want to hit you are lining up!"

"Haha."

The sound of banging rang out.

Tang Wen held his breath, letting the clubs fall on his body.

When dozens of thick wooden sticks were broken, the guards shook their sore wrists, cursed him as a freak, and shook their heads and walked away.

There was no sense of accomplishment in hitting him. Where could they complain?

[Iron Skin Skill, Mastery (490/1000)]

After practicing Iron Skin Skill, he put on a double-layered scale armor and weighted clothes, and walked into the cafeteria with a thud.

After lunch, he rested for a while.

In the afternoon, Tang Wen came to the plum blossom piles early.

The plum blossom piles were of different heights and sizes.

He jumped up and exercised his footwork on them.

Fortunately, the plum blossom piles were metal copper pillars. If they were made of wood, they would have to be replaced every day.

"Huff, huff, huff"

Half an hour later, Tang Wen came down panting. The weight was too heavy, and he couldn't handle it.

He took off the five-hundred-pound lead clothes.

He turned around and changed into a four-hundred-pound lead clothes.

He immediately had a floating illusion.

He felt that he could do it again, come again!

Another twenty minutes passed.

After resting for a while, he changed into three-hundred-pound lead clothes, then two-hundred-pound, one-hundred-pound, until he didn't wear any at all.

He still had two pieces of scale armor and a pair of metal boots on his body.

Adding up, it also weighed three hundred pounds.

But Tang Wen窜上梅花桩,步履如飞.

Relying on the extreme squeezing training method, the experience value of the Traceless Step increased the fastest.

In the evening, he returned to his room to practice Hunyuan Stance and Vajra Gong, ate dinner, continued to practice stances, and practiced Mountain-Splitting Cannon Fist after dark.

The day was full.

One day was like this, every day was like this.

Zhou Bing's seclusion time was much longer than Tang Wen expected.

On the seventh day, she still hadn't returned, and Tang Wen finally couldn't help but prepare to look for her.

As a result, Zhou Bing asked Old Xia to bring a message to Tang Wen.

After she left seclusion, she was directly taken away by Zhao Tong to participate in actual combat.

"How can she participate in actual combat directly after just breaking through?"

Tang Wen was a little dissatisfied.

The whole afternoon, he didn't go to exercise for the first time.

This made Zhang Lin and several familiar guards come to see him, thinking he was sick.

Being interrupted by them, Tang Wen slowly calmed down.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it should be so.

Zhou Bing broke through to the level of a martial master, and it seems a bit unreasonable to hide in the underground palace.

"Attention everyone, stop training this afternoon and go to the warehouse to move things."

"Attention everyone, this afternoon."

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Several guards shouted in the corridor, and knocked on the doors of each room.

"Move things?"

"Why are you suddenly moving things?"

"That's not right, are we moving into the camp, or out of the camp?"

Thinking that the outside of the camp was still in a state of war, everyone inevitably worried.

The guards led the way, and Tang Wen, Zhang Lin and the others came to the warehouse door under the underground palace.

They saw many guards already busy, carrying bags of heavy objects from the ground.

"It's millet!"

Tang Tang moved her small nose, her eyes widened more than anyone else.

She muttered to herself, as if calculating how many years it would be enough to eat.

"It was moved in from the outside, so it seems that we won, or at least we didn't lose."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to help with enthusiasm.

Tang Wen also came to the ground along the steps, and the cold wind blew, making him refreshed.

"I haven't seen the sun for a long time!" Tang Wen stretched.

The people who came up from the underground all had one posture, opening their arms to embrace the sun.

Tang Wen smiled. No matter how safe the underground is, how good the environment is, people still have to bask in the sun frequently, and should still live on the ground.

Where they were located was a large courtyard, full of grain trucks.

The guards saw Tang Wen and joked, "Here comes a capable one! Tang Wen, how many bags are you going to move at once?"

The burlap bags were larger than ordinary bags, and one bag weighed more than one hundred pounds.

Tang Wen looked at the environment and suddenly pointed to the thick cloth on the ground and asked, "Is this strong?"

"Strong. This is rainproof. What, are you going to pack a few bags and carry them down?"

Tang Wen shook his head: "Since it's strong, I have a faster way. Come, Zhang Lin, help."

They found four people, two holding the two corners of the rainproof cloth at the entrance of the underground palace on the ground, and throwing the rainproof cloth down the steps, and two people in the underground palace also holding the corners of the cloth.

The four exerted force and held the rainproof cloth tightly.

Using the height difference, a simple slide was made.

Sliding the rice bags down the "cloth slide" was much faster than moving them down.

Commander Zhang saw it and praised, "Little Tang is smart, come, team one and team two, help hold the cloth. Team three and team four are on top. The remaining teams, all go down to pick up, and then move them into the warehouse."

The efficiency suddenly increased a lot.

Commander Zhang pulled Tang Wen to chat: "You kid is from the outer city. After the assessment next month, do you want to come back and manage the outer city with me?"

Tang Wen respected those who lost their arms on the battlefield and protected the camp: "If there is a chance, of course I would. But I am just an ordinary soldier, and I have to listen to our captain."

"That's easy to say, your captain can come with you!"

Tang Wen nodded repeatedly and asked in a low voice, "Did we win?"

"Hehe, how do you think it counts as winning?" Commander Zhang's words had a hint of testing.

What counts as winning?

Of course, the other party was defeated, suffered heavy casualties, ceded land and paid compensation, and begged for mercy on their knees.

But after thinking about it carefully, he found it impossible.

If the other party can't beat you, won't they run away?

The Black Mountain camp is a slave camp, and the high-ranking rulers are mostly experts.

Experts are difficult to kill. If they can't beat you, they will run away. At worst, they don't want the camp.

In turn, they will sneak attack you every day, kill your people, and burn your camp. Who can stand it?

So, in this cruel environment, what counts as winning?

Seeing Tang Wen fall into deep thought.

A trace of appreciation flashed in Commander Zhang's eyes. He didn't answer hastily and say some fighting words. This calmness has surpassed 90% of the people in the barracks.

After thinking for a long time, half of the hundreds of cars of grain were moved, Tang Wen raised his head: "I think, fewer casualties, resources coming in, and being able to grow stronger is called winning!"

The appreciation in Commander Zhang's eyes turned into strong surprise: "Good! Good! You kid is very good."

He sighed in his heart: If my kid had this talent and insight, let alone losing an arm, even if he died in battle this time, there would be no regrets!

After moving the grain, life in the underground palace returned to normal.

Martial arts became the only thing.

A month later, the day of the assessment arrived as scheduled.