Black Wolf Fist Mastery

This wild boar weighed around three hundred jin, a medium size for its kind.

With so much meat, it should be enough to fill Li Dalong's stomach.

"Archers!" Zhao Han said softly.

A hunter immediately drew his bow and aimed at the wild boar.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow was shot, but it missed its mark, hitting a stone at the wild boar's feet.

"Grrr..." The wild boar let out a strange cry and turned its head. Zhao Han and the others quickly ducked to avoid being seen.

Wild boars were not weak in combat, considered the apex of omnivores.

They had tough skin, sharp tusks, could reach speeds of 40 kilometers per hour, possessed strong charging power capable of crippling wild wolves, and grew fiercer the more they fought when injured.

Even a Skin Refining Warrior, without a weapon, would not be a match for a wild boar in a one-on-one fight.

Zhao Han didn't want a direct confrontation; he wanted to wear the wild boar down.

The wild boar hadn't discovered Zhao Han and his group. It grunted a couple of times and prepared to leave.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow flew.

This arrow found its mark, piercing the wild boar's right front leg, and blood immediately spilled out.

"Oink oink..." The wild boar cried out in pain and hopped in place.

"Keep shooting!"

This was the perfect time to attack a downed opponent.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow was shot, hitting the unprepared wild boar's lower jaw.

"Oink oink..."

The wild boar was in agony, thrashing its front half and howling.

"Keep shooting, wear it down until it dies."

The gang members continued to shoot arrows.

With a "whoosh," an arrow flew, but this time the wild boar noticed.

The Wild Boar darted to the side, dodging the arrow, and then charged into the forest.

Although its right front leg was injured, limiting its speed, it didn't affect the Wild Boar's ferocity at all.

"Quick, climb up the trees and wait for the Wild Boar to bleed to death," Zhao Han immediately shouted, then grabbed a branch and pulled himself up into a tree.

The other five men, also agile, quickly climbed trees to take cover.

The Gang Member with the bow continued to shoot.

The Wild Boar's charge was ineffective. It roared at the men and dodged the arrows.

"Roar!"

With an angry roar, the Wild Boar ran back a dozen meters, then charged at the trunk of a tree that was as thick as a person could embrace.

If it couldn't hit a person, the Wild Boar would hit a tree.

"Bang!"

It charged rapidly, its head smashing into the tree. The trunk was sturdy, but the Wild Boar was dazed by the impact.

Failing in its attack, the Wild Boar's injuries worsened. Seemingly realizing it couldn't win by staying here, it turned to flee.

The Gang Member shot arrows again, trying to stop the Wild Boar and enrage it.

The Wild Boar was quite foolish; it was indeed enraged again, standing at the base of the tree, roaring, with blood flowing from its leg and jaw.

"Swoosh!"

"Oooowww..."

Another arrow pierced the Wild Boar's back, continuing to make it bleed.

"Good opportunity!"

At this moment, Zhao Han, who was on the tree trunk behind the Wild Boar, aimed his cleaver at its back and leaped down.

"Die!"

He plunged the cleaver fiercely into the Wild Boar's back.

Then, he pushed off and continued to grab onto a branch.

"Roar!"

The Wild Boar let out a violent roar from the fatal blow, its body thrashing and struggling.

This blow was not light; it directly caused the Wild Boar to lose more than half of its combat strength.

"Whoosh!"

A gang member shot another arrow, piercing the wild boar's eyeball.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow followed, hitting the wild boar's forehead.

As its strength waned, the wild boar lost its ability to move and was jointly slain by the six people.

"Too bad it wasn't a wolf."

Zhao Han sighed, jumped down, and, along with the others, tied up the wild boar with a rope and hoisted it onto wooden poles to carry back to the mine.

Returning to the mine with a 300-jin wild boar attracted some attention.

He found Liu Gang to report, expecting a reward. However, Liu Gang said:

"Good job. After deboning, gutting, skinning, and de-fuzzing this wild boar, it'll yield about 200 jin, enough for the Hall Master to eat for ten days."

"You should go down and rest well. Practice Snake-Style Deft Hand more these days."

Afterward, Liu Gang had the gang members take the wild boar to present to Li Dalong.

Shrugging, Zhao Han didn't pay much mind to rewards.

The first payment was a meeting gift. This time, hunting the wild boar was just a duty as a gang member.

Zhao Han wasn't in a hurry for money. The most important thing now was to master the Black Wolf Fist.

He hadn't expected the Muscle Refining Realm to require so much meat. Li Dalong ate at least twenty jin of meat a day. If he ate three meals a day, that was over six jin per meal.

Could a person eat that much?

But that wasn't Zhao Han's concern.

As Liu Gang's confidant, Zhao Han's meals had also improved, better than ordinary gang members.

Since Zhao Han still ate in the kitchen, the chef, Wang Dawei, naturally took special care of him, ensuring he had enough meat.

The others also tried to curry favor with Zhao Han. If he were to rise through the ranks and become a leader in the future, they might be able to benefit as well.

After one night, Zhao Han entered the eastern woods again.

He was only a few wolves short of completing the Ten Wolf Slash, which would allow him to break through to mastery in the Black Wolf Fist.

He had to take them down today.

"Die!"

Hiding behind a tree, Zhao Han waited for a Gray Wolf to show its head. With a swift slash of his saber, the wolf's head was cleanly severed.

"Seven Wolves Slain!"

"Awoo!"

"More, keep going!"

"Die!"

"Eight Wolves Slain!"

All day long, Zhao Han stayed by the forest's edge, constantly honing his skills. Finally, around five in the afternoon, he slew the fourth wolf.

Martial Artist: Zhao Han

Realm: Skin Refining

Martial Arts: Black Wolf Fist, Snake-Style Deft Hand [Unsimplified, Unranked]

Simplified: Black Wolf Fist [Simplified, Unranked, Mastered 0/1000, Practiced Black Wolf Fist 1000 times]

"Finally, Black Wolf Fist is mastered!"

Feeling his strength surge and his spirit and energy reach new heights, Zhao Han felt invincible.

This exhilarating sensation of rapidly increasing power was precisely why so many people were eager to practice martial arts.

This feeling of being unmatched was a unique experience in itself.

"My saber feels lighter, my vision has improved!"

"My legs and feet are more agile, and I'm much more familiar with the moves of Black Wolf Fist."

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

Zhao Han immediately practiced Black Wolf Fist. It consisted of a mere ten moves, each corresponding to a wolf's action.

"Hoo, ha, hey!"

He struck with full force, his legs, feet, and body moving like a charging wolf. The tree trunk vibrated with his blows, and leaves rained down.

Previously, his fists would turn red and ache when hitting the tree trunk, but now he barely felt it.

It was evident that Skin Refining had indeed made his skin as tough as cowhide!

[Black Wolf Fist, Mastered 1/1000]

"That's a point of proficiency already? Seems pretty simple."

He practiced another set, but unfortunately, it didn't increase this time.

Zhao Han thought carefully and discovered the crux of the problem.

It was that during the second round, he hadn't been fully immersed, nor had he used his full strength, which led to the proficiency not increasing.

"Since that's the case..."

Zhao Han took a deep breath, then his eyes sharpened. He practiced his fist technique with all his might, casting everything else aside.

Two sets!

Three sets!

Ten sets!

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

[Black Wolf Fist, Proficient 10/1000]