My Hands Grew Soft from Killing

Things were exactly as Xu Feng and the others had anticipated.

As the exchanges between the Eagle Alliance martial artists and the Sky Moon Martial University base deepened, conflicts grew increasingly intense.

Furthermore, many small gangs, organizations, and squads had emerged among the various households in the Shanty Town.

Consequently, there were endless disputes between the various factions.

In just three short days, seven battles of varying scales erupted within the Shanty Town.

Some were opportunistic robberies, some were vendettas resulting in mutual slaughter, and others were struggles between gang factions.

Yet, the more chaotic it became, the more the population of the Shanty Town grew.

In addition to those flowing out from the Eagle Alliance, there were even many newcomers arriving from Earth through the Sky Pit entrance.

Every week, a small transport plane would bring a team of dozens to the base.

The entire base's Shanty Town thus thrived amidst the chaos.

As for Xu Feng, aside from initially inquiring about the price of a ticket back to the Dimension Realm entrance, he had turned a deaf ear to everything outside and focused solely on studying the Sage Scripture.

Damn it, one hundred thousand per person—if that isn't robbery, what is?

Ever since his White Wolf Blade Technique reached the master level, he had begun to delve into Mind Movement.

Thanks to his Communicator Repair skills reaching the "master" level, he only needed to spend a small amount of time each day to complete his work.

Therefore, while Xu Feng appeared to be slacking off most of the time, he was actually practicing the Mind Movement mental technique.

Under Xu Feng's diligent and unceasing practice, his blood-energy value successfully stepped into 250c, reaching the standard required to become a true martial artist.

But Xu Feng didn't care much about that anymore.

Blood-energy standards and the like were, in his view, completely unimportant.

What mattered was combat power!

Just like those two black men he had killed.

So what if they were true martial artists?

The neighbors didn't know the truth and assumed the two were merely low-level warriors.

But in reality, those two were genuine mid-level warriors!

Yet, so what?

Didn't they still die?

Therefore, after being excited for only a short while, he went back to doing what he needed to do.

Weekend.

Xu Feng left Xiao Dan with Lu Fei to play at the base, while he headed out with Huang Sen, straight for the Wilderness Zone.

Wilderness hunting plan 1.0 officially began.

Although he had bought a map and scouted the path before, Xu Feng was still far behind Huang Sen, who was very familiar with the wild.

Therefore, from the moment they stepped out, he observed the other man.

He learned every step the other took in the wild.

Finding the path, confirming orientation, tracking beast signs, hiding, erasing his own tracks, and so on.

Only after leaving the gate did Xu Feng realize how far behind he truly was.

Even if he had managed to escape the Shanty Town back then, he wouldn't have survived a single day in the wild.

Five kilometers east of the Shanty Town.

Yehuang Ravine.

In the forest.

Huang Sen carried a bow on his back, while Xu Feng gripped a Flying Blade.

The two hid in a tree, staring at a Purple-Bearded Wild Boar not far away that was eating a cluster of pale red fruit.

"The art of hunting lies in patience and intelligence. Have you memorized the materials I gave you the day before yesterday?"

Huang Sen asked Xu Feng in a low voice.

Xu Feng nodded. "Mm, the Purple-Bearded Wild Boar is a mutated species of the Red-Bearded Wild Boar.

An adult Purple-Bearded Wild Boar possesses defensive power approaching the level of a low-level Beast Soldier."

However, its running speed and desire to attack are weaker than most Beast Soldier-level mutated creatures.

Its weaknesses lie in its mouth, eyes, and ears.

Therefore, if you launch an attack, you must strike it heavily in one blow, then wait for it to lose too much blood before approaching to attack.

Compared to other mutated creatures that live in groups.

The Purple-Bearded Wild Boar, which lives solitarily, is a relatively simpler target for hunting in the wild.

Xu Feng recalled slightly and answered fluently.

"Very good. At this distance, are you confident you can hit its vulnerable ear?"

Huang Sen asked.

Xu Feng calculated briefly; the distance between them and the wild boar was no more than a hundred meters: "I can hit it."

"Give it a try. This pig is the first lesson of your hunting course. Don't underestimate wild hunting. Compared to—"

However, Huang Sen hadn't finished his sentence.

Xu Feng held his breath for a moment, then suddenly whipped his arm forward.

"Screech!"

A sound like a bird's cry pierced the air.

The C-Grade Alloy Flying Blade streaked across the hundred-meter distance like a meteor, precisely sinking into the wild boar's ear.

"Pfft!"

It happened in an instant.

"Awoo!"

The two-meter-long Purple-Bearded Wild Boar let out a miserable shriek and flipped onto the ground.

It twitched a few times and then went still.

"Uh..."

Huang Sen stared at the wild boar with wide eyes.

He immediately leaped down from the tree and headed straight for the boar.

"Didn't you say to be careful?" Xu Feng hurriedly followed and asked.

Huang Sen rushed to the front of the boar, forcefully moved the carcass, and took a few looks at the wound.

The boar's ear had vanished entirely, leaving only a deep, bloody hole that reached into its brain.

He clicked his tongue and said, "Careful my ass. Your flying blade—cough, cough—Brother Xu, this flying blade of yours is too fierce. One strike, one kill. Good heavens, this thing has defense comparable to a Beast Soldier!"

"My flying blade is forged from C-Grade alloy!" Xu Feng emphasized.

"That's still insane, alright? No wonder you could kill those two black martial artists. Who could defend against this kind of flying blade?"

Huang Sen looked at Xu Feng as if he were looking at a monster.

"What do we do next?" Xu Feng asked excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

"Slaughter the pig, cut the meat, skin it, and dismantle the bones!"

Huang Sen took a deep breath and skillfully drew a sharp small knife from his waist, plunging it into the pig's carotid artery with a "squelch."

He felt that he didn't seem to have anything to teach Xu Feng regarding hunting.

So, when it came to Butchery, it was his turn to perform!

He absolutely could not be looked down upon by Xu Feng.

"Compared to hunting, I'm actually more skilled at Butchery. The difficulty of Butchery lies in..."

Xu Feng listened earnestly, looking just like a primary school student.

Seeing Xu Feng's serious and humble appearance, Huang Sen breathed a sigh of relief.

But two hours later.

A few kilometers away.

"Pfft!"

As Xu Feng skillfully used his flying blade to skin and dismantle a Fierce-Armored Ox.

Huang Sen sat to the side with his mouth agape, staring at Xu Feng with dull eyes: "No, are you human or a ghost? Are you human or a ghost?

The flying blade was one thing, but this Butchery—how did you learn it so fast?"

Huang Sen asked, puzzled.

While Xu Feng was portioning and bagging the beef, he smiled and explained: "I practice blade techniques every day, and my level isn't low.

I believe that all skills involving the use of a blade are interconnected.

Therefore, my control over muscles and the blade is much stronger than others, though I'm still far behind you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the panel that had appeared before him.

[Butchery: Proficient (1/50)]

Naturally, this was not something he would tell Huang Sen.

Huang Sen could only shed silent tears, finding what little comfort he could.

Is this the gap between people?

Xu Feng's few words made him want to practice throwing knives and swordsmanship himself.

Does practicing the blade really have so many benefits?

This single morning of contact had left Huang Sen deeply shocked.

Whether it was Xu Feng's Flying Blade, which was so freakish it felt like an aim-bot, or his rapid progress in Butchery.

Everything made Huang Sen realize that Xu Feng was by no means as low-key and ordinary as he appeared on the surface.

Just along this journey, the various beasts Xu Feng had killed with his Flying Blade numbered at least twenty.

Furthermore, there were countless insects and birds that Xu Feng had simply shot down with pebbles.

The quantity of those hadn't even been counted.

He had never once seen Xu Feng need a second strike.

Among them were quite a few Beast Soldier-level mutated creatures.

By the end of the slaughter, Huang Sen's hands were weak.

He had finally figured it out.

What limited Xu Feng was not his strength, but the number of stones on the ground.

Flying Blade? That was something used only as a last resort.

The main reason he didn't use it was that Xu Feng was afraid of losing his knives.

Consequently, by the end.

Huang Sen had to discard some low-value beast meat, picking up only the high-value items.

Damn it.

Looking at the beast meat he had discarded—meat he usually couldn't bear to eat—Huang Sen's footsteps faltered.

Even the regular troops hunting with firearms couldn't do much better than this, could they?