On the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed Zhang Yang. He had deliberately kept himself from being seen.
In the short half-minute that followed, he threw three times and hit three times, scoring two kills. The experience he gained actually let him level up again.
That speed was practically cheating.
Unfortunately, a situation like this was far too difficult to replicate.
The Dashians had already inflicted nearly two hundred casualties on their side, and that number would continue to rise. In the end, they might cause around three hundred casualties, dealing a heavy blow to the two fresh forces led by Baron Charles and Baron Foucher.
The result of this exchange of lives was already glorious. Considering that the siege ahead might be at a critical juncture, its impact was impossible to predict.
But none of that had anything to do with Zhang Yang. He leaned against a boulder, his expression solemn and conflicted.
He had leveled up twice, gaining two free attribute points, two free skill points, and 20 weapon proficiency points.
But how to allocate them was a major problem.
Because this body had been seized from its original owner, it completely obeyed the rules of this world. In other words, only if there was 1 point of Strength on the attribute panel would the body produce 1 point of Strength output. There was absolutely no possibility of a sudden surge of power, an explosive release of potential, or a breakthrough in the heat of battle.
Therefore, he could not regard gaining experience by killing enemies as something childish or laughable.
He was now a tiger fallen into the plains. In this gamified world, he ought to be grateful simply to have a body.
Thus, he could rely on his past experience to rapidly raise his proficiency with throwing