If this had happened a little over a month ago, when Chen Shouyi went to Dongning to fetch his eldest aunt, he would have had to give his all to face a totem barbarian of this caliber. Even then, whether he lived or died would have been anyone's guess. But now, he could kill one in an instant with barely a thought.
Over the past month, his Agility had increased by 0.7 points in total, and his Strength by 0.6.
At a 5% increase to the original attribute for every 0.1 points, that meant they had risen by 35% and 30% respectively. It was astonishing progress. In terms of combat strength, what had once been an even match had become a one-sided crushing victory.
Even if four or five barbarians of this caliber attacked him at once, he was confident he could kill them one by one without suffering so much as a scratch.
Chen Shouyi sprinted down the road. At an intersection, he abruptly stopped, then pressed himself against the wall of a building.
The wind howled in his ears, mingling with the rapid patter of footsteps.
The fight moments earlier had alerted the barbarians nearby.
Blood dripped from his Long Sword, drop by drop. Chen Shouyi took a deep breath, and his heart gradually grew calm.
A few seconds later, a group of seven barbarians ran past him and stopped at the intersection.
One of them sniffed the air and instinctively looked in Chen Shouyi's direction.
He saw a blurry shadow rushing toward him at great speed. A trace of fear crept across his face.
"En—"
The first word was still rolling in his throat when it abruptly cut off. His body stood frozen as his head slowly rolled from his neck.
One barbarian reacted quickly and had