Uncle Sam's Mediocre Martial Skills (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

After sending the demonic wolf flying, Rein finally noticed the astonished gazes everyone was casting his way.

The other members of the scavenger team who had intended to rescue him seemed to have turned to stone, their actions momentarily halted.

Rein's eyelids twitched, his expression stiffening. He thought to himself, "This time… I'll probably be seen as a monster by those guys."

The situation had been dire earlier, so he hadn't dared to hold back, instinctively using the "Iron Mountain Lean" he had painstakingly practiced for two nights in his dreams.

Now, it seemed, they were misinterpreting things.

If it were anyone else, managing to practice a newly learned skill to this extent in just two days, Rein would absolutely have the same shocked expression as if he had seen a ghost.

But for him, with the "Smart Brain," it was entirely within the realm of understanding.

The twenty-fold practice time in his dreams meant that in just two nights, the time alone was roughly equivalent to one or two months of arduous training for others.

However, the actual efficiency was even several times higher.

This was because in dreams, there was no hunger or thirst, and physical exertion could be regulated by consciousness.

In reality, for a strenuous martial art like "Iron Mountain Lean," a first-tier [Awakened] whose stamina was completely depleted could only perform about a hundred to a hundred and eighty strikes per day.

Moreover, as they gradually grew fatigued, their movements would become sloppy, and the effectiveness would diminish.

To truly reach a state of mastery, one wouldn't be able to achieve it without breaking dozens of trees.

What's more, force is reciprocal; if one were to practice "Iron Mountain Lean" against a tree trunk all day, their bones and body wouldn't be able to withstand the recoil, and they might even accumulate hidden injuries.

But in dreams, all these negative conditions could be adjusted through pre-set Smart Brain programs.

Rein's every practice session was guaranteed to be at full capacity.

After each impact practice, the "Smart Brain" would provide real-time corrections and comparisons, pinpointing any deficiencies and offering targeted improvements.

Uncle Sam's demonstration movements, from muscle activation sequence to Qi circulation and impact angles, were projected back with 100% accuracy in the form of data and holographic images.

Therefore, despite Rein's "Iron Mountain Lean" having significantly less power in his impacts compared to Uncle Sam after these two days of dream training, in terms of the stance and outward appearance of the technique, he had learned over 95% similarity.

This gave Uncle Sam the illusion that Rein had replicated one of his skills.

The wolf pack had not yet been repelled, and although Rein had displayed astonishing combat prowess, the others couldn't say anything and plunged back into the fierce battle.

Rein himself didn't dwell on it. After all, the beast tide seemed endless, and it was uncertain if they could survive the night safely.

If he really had to worry about being questioned, he'd deal with it after seeing the sun rise tomorrow.

Heavy armor swordsman, elemental mage, mechanic, swamp sorcerer, musketeer, hunter, assassin, medic…

Although the "Chamois Scavenger Group" wasn't large, their occupational distribution was very reasonable.

If it weren't for this disaster-level "beast tide," their team's configuration would be capable of handling most sudden dangers.

After the initial breakthrough by the demonic wolves, the team leader, Bart, had ordered them to consolidate their defensive perimeter and gradually move closer to the steel cabin. As long as they were alive, their primary mission remained protecting the employer.

But even with the consolidated defense, as time wore on, more and more team members were getting injured.

Rein was covered in blood, some from the demonic wolves and some from the scavenger team members.

As a medic, he was protected in the center, tending to the wounded. Although he hadn't encountered another life-threatening situation like before, if things continued like this, it would only be a matter of time before they all perished.

The beast tide spanned a hundred-mile forest; there was no escape.

The fierce battle gave everyone no chance to catch their breath, their stamina rapidly declining. The situation grew increasingly dangerous, and everyone's hearts sank with pessimism.

Just as everyone thought tonight would be their final stand, and all hope was lost…

Suddenly, A roar echoed from the distance.

"Halt!"

This shout was like thunder from a clear sky, and the entire forest trembled.

Rein refocused his gaze. A few hundred meters away, Uncle Sam, who was grappling with the eight-meter-tall giant bear, suddenly had his battle qi surge. Thick golden battle qi spilled out from his body, burning fiercely like flames. He looked like a thousand-watt light bulb, illuminating the entire forest as if it were daytime.

"Huh? Is this a berserk rage?"

Rein's eyes lit up, but he also felt a flicker of worry: "Is Uncle Sam going to fight with everything he has too…?"

It wasn't surprising for a shield warrior to have such a secret technique for temporarily boosting strength.

Usually, when they did this, it was either because they wanted to slay the enemy and end the battle quickly, or it meant they had no other choice and had to fight to the death.

Given the current situation, everyone would assume Uncle Sam had no other choice.

After all, a third-tier Explosive Brown Bear was a massive magical beast, and even a small team of [Demon Hunters] would find it difficult to kill. Such creatures had thick hides; even if weapons could pierce their fur, they wouldn't inflict fatal damage.

Dealing with such magical beasts required constant attrition. But could a single human outlast a magical beast?

Everyone felt that Uncle Sam, after enduring the onslaught alone for so long, must be reaching his limit.

If this berserk state could kill or repel the giant bear, it would be best. If not…

The outcome would be the beginning of everyone's demise.

At this moment, all eyes on the battlefield unconsciously shifted to Uncle Sam.

Everyone knew that the outcome of his fight would determine tonight's fate.

Bang! Bang! Bang.

The heavily armored shield warrior, who descended like a god, and the giant bear collided again and again. The Explosive Brown Bear appeared clumsy, but its claws moved so densely that there was no opportunity for the spear to pierce its face. Instead, the bear's paws struck the round shield repeatedly, like cannon fire, making one's eardrums ache.

The violent airwaves kicked up flying sand and stones, stirring up wave after wave of visible giant waves in the jungle.

One person and one bear, in just a few breaths, had exchanged dozens of rounds, the battle incredibly fierce.

Rein, who had been worried that Uncle Sam wouldn't be able to defeat the demonic bear, found that the uncle, in a head-on confrontation, was not at all at a disadvantage. Instead, he became braver as he fought!

"Is this what a Demon Hunter who has unlocked their third-tier Gene Locks is like? So powerful!"

Rein's eyes sparkled with wonder.

The giant bear could snap a giant tree that took two people to embrace in half with one swipe, yet it couldn't do anything to Uncle Sam.

Rein knew very well that with that level of shock, even if a low-tier Extraordinary wore heavy armor, the force penetrating from the bear's paw would be enough to shatter a person's internal organs and kill them.

But Uncle Sam's aura was like a rainbow. From afar, the battle qi all over his body was like the spear in his hand, fearless.

"Halt!"

Another roar.

Uncle Sam began to counterattack!

The next moment, right before Rein's eyes, he demonstrated how a true high-level shield warrior used the "Iron Mountain Lean"!

The giant bear swiped down, and Uncle Sam blocked with his shield. Then, using the interval when the giant bear retracted its paw to gather strength, he suddenly stomped on the ground and charged.

Using clever force, his two-meter-tall body actually made the eight-meter giant bear lose its balance and lean back slightly.

And at this moment, Uncle Sam's spear struck again, its sharp tip piercing the gap between the giant bear's standing toes.

The angle was tricky, as if it had directly hit the soft flesh next to the toenail, spurting out a stream of blood.

For a behemoth like the Explosive Brown Bear, this kind of injury was like being poked by a toothpick; it didn't cause much damage. But because of the sting, it instinctively retracted its foot.

The giant bear, which had already lost its balance from the impact, completely lost control of its center of gravity when it lifted its foot due to this stab, and it fell to the ground with a crash.

"Impact causing stiffness, followed by a stab to the foot, resulting in a knockdown..."

Rein exclaimed in his heart, realizing that moves could be chained like this.

High-level Extraordinary individuals with seasoned combat experience were indeed extraordinary. Two seemingly ordinary universal moves had taken down an Explosive Giant Bear several times their size!

Was this what Uncle Sam meant by "mediocre martial arts"?

But seeing this, Rein also had a strange feeling, as if the series of combos Uncle Sam had just performed seemed to be deliberately shown to him.

Moreover, he always felt that this uncle seemed to still have strength in reserve.

As expected, Uncle Sam's combo wasn't over yet!

The giant bear fell, and he thrust his spear out again.

The spear vibrated, and the spear moved like a dragon!

When Rein saw this move, it felt inexplicably familiar, and he almost blurted out, "Chrysanthemum Trust!"

Requesting recommendation tickets~