Killing Three People, Enriching War Booty

Zhao Han was currently sitting cross-legged inside a tree hollow he used for resting, looking at his status panel.

Martial Artist: Zhao Han

Realm: Skin Refining

Martial Arts: Black Wolf Fist, Snake-Style Deft Hand

Simplified: Black Wolf Fist [Simplified, Unranked, Proficient 400/1000, Practiced Black Wolf Fist 1000 times]

Snake-Style Deft Hand [Simplified, Unranked, Skilled 10/100, Consumed 50 Snake Galls]

The previous five Snake Galls had all been swallowed by Zhao Han, turning into ten points of proficiency.

Consuming one Snake Gall grants two points of proficiency.

Fifty Snake Galls wasn't difficult; it was even simpler and safer than killing ten wolves.

All it took was enough silver to make a trip to the county town.

"Hmm, I hear something!" Zhao Han suddenly heard footsteps behind him and immediately concealed himself within the tree hollow.

Soon, three people arrived.

"That brat is quite fast, keep chasing."

"When I catch him, I'll tear him to pieces."

"Hurry up, if he gets back to the mine, our silver will be wasted."

The three cursed as they ran, wishing Zhao Han was right in front of them.

Zhao Han heard their entire conversation.

His eyes couldn't help but turn cold.

I have no enmity with these three, yet they want to kill me for a bit of loose change.

Although it's said not to flaunt wealth, killing a fellow gang member for one or two taels of silver is a bit much...

Perhaps they saw I was alone and weak, or that I spent lavishly, which is why they dared to try and kill me.

Then I'll have to strike first.

Exiting the tree hollow, Zhao Han picked up some dirt and put it in a pouch at his waist, then stealthily followed the three of them.

The three didn't notice Zhao Han at all.

"Damn it, this brat is running pretty fast."

"Gotta hand it to the young ones, their legs are definitely quicker than ours."

"Getting old, getting old, useless."

The three seemed to realize Zhao Han had left the woods and stopped chasing, deciding to rest where they were.

Little did they know, their target was waiting behind them, observing their every move.

"Let's go, we need to keep hunting snakes. The Hall Master will scold us if the numbers are too low."

After resting for a bit, the three quickly got up and headed back in the direction they had come from, where there were more snakes.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the three walked past a tree trunk, a disturbance came from above. A figure descended from the sky and landed a punch on the leader's skull.

"Ah..."

The top of his head immediately caved in, and the leader's eyes rolled back as he collapsed.

"It's you!"

The other two looked astonished.

They never expected that the weakling they thought they were chasing had actually ambushed them in secret.

Preparing to counter-kill all three of them.

"All of you die!"

Zhao Han swung his saber, slashing fiercely.

The other two also drew their weapons and engaged him.

"You're just a newly advanced Skin Refining Realm martial artist, how can you compare to us... Ah!"

One of them was fighting intensely with Zhao Han, intending to mock him verbally, but the next second he was repelled by Zhao Han's strength.

"Die!"

Zhao Han roared, scattering the dirt he had been holding in his palm towards the face of the person in front of him.

"Despicable scoundrel!"

This person's vision instantly blurred from Zhao Han's sneak attack, and he wildly swung his saber, trying to push Zhao Han back.

But Zhao Han had already seized the opening, slashing fiercely at his neck from the side.

"Ah!"

After heavily wounding one person, Zhao Han immediately drew his saber and shifted his target to the last remaining opponent.

This person didn't flee either, seemingly still believing he could take down Zhao Han.

But after just a few exchanges, his expression changed drastically: "You, you're not a newly promoted Skin Refining Realm!"

"What do you think? Take this!" Zhao Han sneered and made a move as if to draw mud from his waist.

The opponent immediately raised his hand to block, but unexpectedly fell into Zhao Han's trap.

Zhao Han's saber pierced straight into his abdomen from the opening.

"Ah! Des, despicable villain!"

After heavily wounding three people, Zhao Han pressed his advantage.

He swung his saber down fiercely. The opponent lacked the strength to resist and, after a few blows, his weapon was chopped away. Without his weapon, death was inevitable.

"Spare, spare my life... sob sob..."

After killing one person, Zhao Han turned and cleaved the half-dead Gang Member to death.

Then he stabbed the unconscious leader.

He annihilated them all!

After killing the three men, Zhao Han wasted no time looting their bodies.

"A total of six taels of silver, plus my own makes seven. As expected of elite Gang Members, they're wealthy."

"Three copies of Snake-Style Deft Hand, I'm running out of space."

"Snake Manual, nice. I can learn more about identifying venomous snakes."

"Energy Pills, they each have one. I've hit the jackpot!"

Zhao Han hadn't expected looting the corpses to yield so many good items.

These three were truly rich.

"Oh right, System, do you have a System Space?"

Seeing so many books, Zhao Han was a bit speechless and quickly asked the System.

[For one tael of silver, a one cubic meter System Space can be opened]

"It really exists. Then what about two taels of silver?"

[Cannot. The next opening is for a ten cubic meter space, requiring one hundred taels of silver]

"Forget it, System's a skinflint."

Cursing under his breath, Zhao Han spent one tael of silver and rapidly opened the System Space.

A one cubic meter space could hold a ton of water, or 19 tons of gold.

After placing all the spoils of war into the space, Zhao Han felt a sense of lightness.

"And so many snakes, fifty snake gallbladders, isn't that a matter of minutes?"

Zhao Han smiled easily and immediately began his snake-slaying endeavor.

After killing all the snakes, he obtained 35 snake gallbladders and consumed them all. The snake meat was all placed into the System Space.

[Snake-Style Deft Hand, Proficient 80/100, consumed 50 snake gallbladders]

Just ten more snake gallbladders, and Snake-Style Deft Hand could reach the same Proficient level as Black Wolf Fist.

"I'll go back to the previous spot. There are more snakes there. I don't believe I can't catch them. But before that, I still need to..."

Zhao Han gave the three corpses a round of Black Wolf Fist, then collected the gloves and tools from the men, putting them on himself.

Returning to the place with many snakes, Zhao Han began to hunt them.

At first, his movements were a bit clumsy, but after catching one, it became much easier.

All professions say the beginning is difficult, but it becomes simple after that.

By afternoon, Zhao Han had hunted ten snakes and incidentally killed a wild wolf.

He killed all the snakes, extracted their gallbladders, and gathered the required ten.

"Gulp, gulp!"

He swallowed the snake gallbladders in one go, and Zhao Han felt his body heat up, his strength increasing.

His understanding of Snake-Style Deft Hand became deeper and more familiar, as if it were second nature.

He immediately looked at his status panel.

Simplified: Black Wolf Fist [Simplified, Unranked, Proficient 400/1000, practiced Black Wolf Fist 1000 times]

Snake-Style Deft Hand [Simplified, Unranked, Proficient 0/1000, kill one python (at least eight meters long, thick as upper arm)]

"I thought it would be another thousand repetitions, but it turns out I need to hunt a python."

"But a python this big and long, I can't do it alone."

"I'll just train Black Wolf Fist to Great Accomplishment first."

Zhao Han skimmed past Snake-Style Deft Hand and looked at Black Wolf Fist.

With three Energy Pills in hand, this progress could be much faster.

"Hoo, ha, hee!"

Immediately, Zhao Han consumed one and began practicing Black Wolf Fist with all his might.

Ten repetitions in five minutes!

A hundred repetitions in fifty minutes!

In less than three hours, the three Energy Pills were depleted. During this time, Zhao Han also ate some wolf meat that had been hung on tree trunks and dried.

[Black Wolf Fist, Proficient 700/1000]

"Almost there, almost there!"