Black Wolf Fist Mastery

The wild boar weighed around three hundred jin, making it a medium-sized specimen among wild boars.

There was so much meat. It ought to be enough to fill Li Dalong's stomach.

"Loose!" Zhao Han said softly.

One of the hunters immediately nocked an arrow, drew his bow, and aimed at the wild boar.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow flew, but missed its mark and struck a rock at the boar's feet.

"Grunt, grunt..." The wild boar let out a strange cry and turned around. Zhao Han and the others quickly ducked to avoid being seen.

Wild boars were no weaklings in a fight. They were practically the apex of omnivorous animals.

With thick hides, sharp tusks, and a top speed of forty kilometers per hour, they hit with tremendous force and could cripple a wolf with a single charge. Once wounded, they only fought more fiercely.

Even a Skin Refining Warrior without a weapon would lose to a wild boar in a one-on-one fight.

Zhao Han didn't want to face it head-on. He planned to wear it down instead.

The wild boar hadn't spotted Zhao Han and the others. It turned around, grunted twice, and prepared to leave.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow shot over.

This one struck true, piercing the wild boar's right foreleg. Blood spilled out at once.

"Argh!" The wild boar cried out in pain and hopped around on the spot.

"Keep shooting!"

This was the perfect chance to kick it while it was down.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow flew in, hitting the unprepared wild boar right in the jaw.

"Argh!"

The wild boar was in agony, thrashing its front half around as it howled.

"Keep shooting. Wear it down!"

The gang members continued to shoot arrows.

With a whoosh, an arrow flew over, but this time the wild boar spotted it.

The boar sprang aside to dodge the arrow, then charged toward the woods.

Its right foreleg was wounded, limiting its speed, but that did nothing to diminish its ferocity.

"Quick, climb the trees! Wait for it to bleed to death!" Zhao Han shouted. He grabbed a branch and hauled himself up the tree.

The other five were nimble too, and quickly climbed trees to take cover.

The gang member with the bow kept shooting.

The wild boar's charge came to nothing. It howled at them, dodging the arrows.

"Roar!"

With an angry bellow, the wild boar ran a dozen meters away, then charged at a tree trunk thick enough for a person to wrap their arms around.

If it couldn't hit the people, it would hit the tree.

"Bam!"

It came charging in and slammed its head into the trunk. The tree stood firm, but the boar was left dazed.

Having failed to land a blow, the boar only grew more badly injured. It seemed to realize that staying here would get it nowhere, so it turned to flee.

The gang members shot more arrows, blocking its path and provoking it.

The wild boar was stupid enough to fall for it again. It stood at the foot of the tree, crying out as blood ran from its leg and jaw.

"Whoosh!"

"Arwooo..."

Another arrow pierced the boar's back, making it bleed even more.

"Now's our chance!"

Zhao Han was on the tree right behind the wild boar. He gripped his cleaver, aimed at its back, and leaped down.

"Die!"

He plunged the cleaver deep into the boar's back.

Then he kicked backward and caught hold of a branch again.

"Roar!"

Struck by the deadly blow, the wild boar let out a furious howl, thrashing and struggling wildly.

That blow had been no light one. It had robbed the wild boar of most of its fighting strength.

"Whoosh!"

A gang member sent another arrow into the boar's eyeball.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow pierced its forehead.

After wearing it down, the six of them finally killed the wild boar together.

"Shame it wasn't a wolf."

Zhao Han sighed, jumped down, and helped the others tie up the boar with ropes. They hoisted it onto a pole and carried it toward the Mine.

When they returned to the Mine with a three-hundred-jin wild boar, they became the center of attention for a while.

Zhao Han went to report back to Liu Gang, expecting some kind of reward, but Liu Gang said, "Good work. Once the boar's been deboned, gutted, skinned, and cleaned, there'll be about two hundred jin of meat. That'll feed the Hall Master for ten days."

"Go get some rest. For now, focus on practicing Snake-Style Deft Hand."

Liu Gang then had a gang member take the wild boar to present to Li Dalong.

Zhao Han shrugged. He didn't really care whether or not he got a reward.

The first time he'd been given money, it had been a welcome gift. Hunting the boar this time had simply been part of his duty as a gang member.

He wasn't in a hurry for money. The most important thing now was to practice Black Wolf Fist until he reached mastery.

He just hadn't expected the Muscle Refining Realm to require so much meat. Li Dalong ate at least twenty jin of meat a day. Split across three meals, that meant more than six jin per meal.

Could anyone really eat that much?

But it wasn't Zhao Han's concern.

As Liu Gang's trusted subordinate, Zhao Han had better meals now, even better than those of ordinary gang members.

Since Zhao Han still ate in the kitchen, the chef, Wang Dawei, naturally made a point of looking after him. At the very least, he had no trouble getting meat.

The others also sucked up to Zhao Han. If he made something of himself and became a squad leader someday, perhaps they could rise with him.

After one night, Zhao Han went back into the eastern woods.

Just a few more wolves, and he'd complete Ten Wolf Slash and break through Black Wolf Fist to mastery.

He had to get it done today.

"Die!"

Hidden behind a tree, Zhao Han waited for a gray wolf to show its head, then brought his cleaver down. The wolf's head was cleanly severed.

"Seven Wolf Slash!"

"Awooo!"

"There are more. Keep going!"

"Die!"

"Eight Wolf Slash!"

Zhao Han spent the whole day searching around the edge of the woods. At around five in the afternoon, he finally killed the fourth wolf.

Martial Artist: Zhao Han

Realm: Skin Refining

Martial Arts: Black Wolf Fist, Snake-Style Deft Hand [not simplified, unranked]

Simplification: Black Wolf Fist [simplified, unranked, mastery 0/1000, practice Black Wolf Fist 1000 times]

"Black Wolf Fist has finally reached mastery!"

Feeling his strength surge and his vitality and spirit rise to a new level, Zhao Han felt almost invincible.

No wonder so many people were eager to practice martial arts. The thrill of getting stronger so quickly was intoxicating.

Even the feeling that none could stand against him was a special experience.

"The cleaver feels lighter, and my vision is clearer!"

"My legs are more nimble, and I've gotten much more familiar with the moves of Black Wolf Fist."

"My skin has also become incredibly tough, like cowhide!"

Zhao Han immediately performed a set of Black Wolf Fist. There were only ten moves, each corresponding to one of a wolf's actions.

"Ha! Ha! Hah! Hey!"

He attacked with all his strength, his legs and body moving like a charging wolf. He easily sent the tree trunk shaking and leaves tumbling down.

Before, punching the trunk would leave his fists red and sore. Now he could hardly feel a thing.

Clearly, his skin was now as tough as cowhide!

[Black Wolf Fist, mastery 1/1000]

"So that only increased my proficiency by one point? Seems pretty easy."

He performed another set, but this time his proficiency didn't increase.

Zhao Han thought it over and realized what the key issue was.

During the second set, he hadn't been fully focused or used all his strength. That was why his proficiency hadn't increased.

"In that case..."

Zhao Han took a deep breath, then narrowed his eyes and practiced Black Wolf Fist with all his strength, shutting everything else out.

Two sets!

Three sets!

Ten sets!

Five minutes later, Zhao Han stopped practicing. He finished his stance, took a deep breath, opened the panel, and slowly looked it over.

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[Black Wolf Fist, mastery 10/1000]