Showing His Skills at the Slaughterhouse

On Blue Star, Martial cultivation was divided into nine major realms:

Martial Warrior (low, middle, high, peak)

Martial Master (low, middle, high, peak)

Grand Martial Master (low, middle, high, peak)

Martial Sect (low, middle, high, peak)

Martial King (low, middle, high, peak)

Martial Emperor (low, middle, high, peak)

Martial Emperor (low, middle, high, peak)

Martial Saint (low, middle, high, peak)

Martial God (low, middle, high, peak)

The nine major realms corresponded respectively to rank 1 through rank 9 exotic beasts.

That afternoon, Hua Qiang returned to Class 20 to pack up his things.

Wang Baoyuan kept sizing Hua Qiang up, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Why did his deskmate seem so strange today?

His personality and bearing had both changed, and he even seemed to have lost a little weight.

If they had not been together every day, he would truly have suspected that Hua Qiang had been replaced by another soul.

Had his instincts been wrong, or was there something wrong with his eyes?

"Brother Qiang, why do I feel like you've changed?"

Wang Baoyuan's words made Hua Qiang, who was packing his things, abruptly freeze. His heart skipped a beat.

He then looked at Wang Baoyuan. "What do you mean?"

If even he could see the changes in him, then when he got home, wouldn't his bargain-bin Dad, Mom, and sister notice his differences even more clearly?

This was no joke.

"It's just that you feel very different from before, but I can't put my finger on it. It feels like you've gotten even skinnier than you were this morning!"

Hearing Fatty Wang's words, Hua Qiang's suspended heart finally settled somewhat.

If that was all, then it was no big deal.

Skinnier... wasn't that perfectly normal?

His blood vitality had gone up by more than two points. If his belly got a little smaller, ordinary people would not notice anything at all.

It seemed he needed to make a weight-loss plan and put it into action.

Otherwise, if he suddenly became thin, it would look far too abrupt and easily arouse suspicion.

"Brother Qiang, now that you're married off, don't forget about your big brother Fatty here. Remember to come back to your maiden home and visit often!"

"Get lost!" Hua Qiang snapped irritably.

This guy was taking advantage of him. Returning to his maiden home?

Other than this best friend, there was not a single person in this class worth his attachment.

"Little brother, come hang around my place when you have time. We should keep in touch more. Don't let a mere wall between us make our relationship fade!"

Hua Qiang truly did not know what to say. For the sake of the birthday gift this fatty had given him, he awkwardly forced out a few lines.

He had only transmigrated here today. He was not familiar with this fatty at all, merely following the original owner's instincts.

"Of course! With the bond between us, even if mountains collapse, the earth splits, seas dry up, rocks crumble, and the apocalypse arrives, our friendship will endure forever!"

"Alright, stop getting sentimental. I'm... leaving!"

Afterward, under the arrangements of the beautiful homeroom teacher Jiang Linglong, Hua Qiang arrived in Class 18 and sat in the last empty seat.

After enduring another round of being unwelcome, he finally made it through the day's lessons.

The moment school ended, he rushed toward the slaughterhouse.

He wanted to test his theory and see how many Slaughter Points he could gain from killing livestock and exotic beasts.

Riding a battered old bicycle, he raced along like wind and lightning for an hour before finally arriving at the dilapidated factory building in a remote part of the western base.

He parked the bicycle against the wall and hung his backpack from the handlebars.

With an uneasy heart, Hua Qiang walked inside.

This slaughterhouse was enormous and divided into several areas.

There were sections for slaughtering chickens, ducks, and geese; rabbits and dogs; pigs, sheep, and cattle; as well as exotic beasts covered in wounds, imprisoned in iron cages and waiting for blades and axes to fall upon them.

A familiar figure in the distance caught his eye.

He wore filthy work clothes, had graying hair, and was a somewhat stooped middle-aged man.

His eyes were weathered, and his face was full of exhaustion.

A sudden wave of sorrow surged through Hua Qiang, and his eyes reddened slightly.

This was the original owner's bargain-bin father!

And now, his own father!

For some reason, the apprehension that had accompanied him all the way here vanished without a trace at this moment.

He hurriedly rushed over and called out loudly, "Father! Take a break. Let me take over for you."

Ye Wendao's body stiffened when he heard the familiar voice, and his hands stopped moving.

He looked up and saw Hua Qiang rushing toward him, drenched in sweat.

The exhaustion on his face instantly lessened considerably.

A smile appeared on his weathered face.

"Qiangzi, why are you here? Why didn't you go home and do your homework?"

"Father, tomorrow is Saturday, so we have a break. There'll be plenty of time for homework. Go sit off to the side for a while. Let me do it!"

"Nonsense. Do you even know how to kill chickens and ducks? You've never done anything like this before." Ye Wendao spoke sternly.

"Come on! Even if I've never eaten pork, haven't I at least seen pigs run?"

"What's so hard about killing a chicken? One slash, and it's done!" Hua Qiang said casually.

"Hahaha!"

Some of the nearby workers could not help laughing happily at Hua Qiang's clownish words.

The day's exhaustion seemed to have eased quite a bit.

A burly middle-aged man with a crew cut and a knife scar across his face walked over.

"Qiangzi is right. Killing chickens is simple when you put it that way. Just chop their heads off with a knife."

"Old Ye raised a good son. He's very filial!"

This was the foreman, Zhou Huaxiong. He looked fierce and difficult to get along with.

In truth, he was kindhearted. Every employee at the slaughterhouse had received his care and kindness.

Before his father could say anything else, Hua Qiang took the dagger from his hand, grabbed a chicken from the cage, and brought the blade down on its head.

The chicken's head fell to the ground.

Then a voice sounded in his mind:

Slaughter Points +2

Holy shit!

It really worked, and killing one chicken gave twice as many Slaughter Points as one mosquito.

"Son, this is too bloody. Let Father teach you!"

Ye Wendao grabbed a chicken with his left hand and lightly drew the dagger across its neck with his right.

A jet of blood spurted out. The chicken struggled a few times, then immediately stopped moving.

There was a certain mechanical beauty to it.

"Did you learn it?"

Hua Qiang hurriedly nodded, and another voice sounded in his mind.

You carefully observed Ye Wendao slaughtering a chicken and comprehended Yellow Extreme Martial Arts: Decisive Strike. Current level: Beginner!

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

Hua Qiang did not even know how to express his excitement. There was such a trick? Sure enough, a golden finger was fucking incredible!

There was no time to inspect the Void Panel right now. He copied what he had seen, grabbing a chicken with his left hand before casually flicking the dagger in his right.

From the way he moved, it felt as though he had slaughtered thousands upon thousands of chickens before, utterly practiced and seasoned.

His movements were even more fluid than Ye Wendao's.

Slaughter Points +2

"Not bad, Qiangzi! Your learning ability is way too strong!"

"You only watched your father demonstrate it once, yet you learned it so convincingly!" A worker around sixty years old exclaimed from the side.

"Why do I feel like Qiangzi's technique is even better than Brother Wendao's?" A man in his thirties beside him said admiringly.

"Yeah, yeah, I feel that way too!" More people nearby kept chiming in.

Even the foreman Zhou Huaxiong gave Hua Qiang a couple of extra looks in surprise.

This kid had something to him!

At this moment, Hua Qiang had transformed into the little Overlord of chicken slaughtering. He kept grabbing chickens from the cage, and behind him, a row of bodies struggled before slowly dying.

An hour later, the chickens remaining in the cage had unknowingly all been slaughtered by Hua Qiang.