Things unfolded just as Xu Feng and the others had expected.
As the Eagle Alliance martial artists and the Sky Moon Martial University base grew closer through their exchanges,
conflicts grew increasingly fierce.
On top of that, many small gangs, organizations, and teams had sprung up among the residents of Shanty Town.
As a result, there was no end to the friction between the various factions.
In just three days, seven fights of varying sizes had broken out in Shanty Town.
Some were for a quick score, some were old enemies killing each other, and others were clashes between gangs.
Yet the more chaotic things became, the more residents Shanty Town attracted.
Aside from people coming over from the Eagle Alliance, quite a few newcomers had even arrived from Earth through the Sky Pit entrance.
Once a week, a small transport plane brought a group of dozens of people to the base.
And so, amid the chaos, the base's Shanty Town continued to grow.
As for Xu Feng, after first asking around about the price of a ticket back to the Dimension Realm,
he shut out the world and focused solely on cultivating the Sage Scripture.
Damn, a hundred thousand per person? How was that not highway robbery?
Ever since his White Wolf Blade Technique had reached the Master Realm, he had started studying Mind Movement.
Thanks to his Communicator Repair skill reaching the Master Realm,
he only needed a little time each day to finish his work.
So although Xu Feng seemed to be slacking off most of the time, he was actually cultivating the Psychic Secret Art, Mind Movement.
Thanks to Xu Feng's tireless practice,
his qi and blood value had finally reached 250c, meeting the standard for becoming a true martial artist.
But by now, Xu Feng didn't care much about that.
Standards like qi and blood values didn't matter to him.
What mattered was combat power!
Just look at those two Black men he had killed.
So what if they were true martial artists?
Their neighbors had misunderstood, thinking the two were only Primary Warriors.
But in fact, they had been true Intermediate Warriors!
And what difference had that made?
They were still dead, weren't they?
So after a brief moment of excitement, he went right back to what he had been doing.
Weekend.
Xu Feng left Xiao Dan in Lu Fei's care so she could take her to enjoy the base, while he headed out with Huang Sen, straight for the Wilderness Zone.
Wilderness Hunting Plan 1.0 was officially underway.
Although Xu Feng had bought a map and scouted the area before,
he was still far behind Huang Sen, who knew the wilderness inside and out.
So from the moment they left, he kept an eye on Huang Sen,
learning every step he took in the wilderness.
Finding a route, confirming their bearings, tracking beasts, hiding, covering their tracks, and so on.
It wasn't until he left that Xu Feng realized how much he had to learn.
Even if he had managed to escape Shanty Town back then, he wouldn't have survived a day in the wilderness.
Five kilometers east of Shanty Town.
Yehuang Ravine.
In the woods.
Huang Sen carried a bow, while Xu Feng held a Flying Blade.
The two hid in a tree, watching a Purple-Bearded Wild Boar nearby as it ate a cluster of pale red berries.
"The key to hunting is patience and information. Have you memorized the materials I gave you the day before yesterday?"
Huang Sen asked Xu Feng in a low voice.
Xu Feng nodded. "Yeah. The Purple-Bearded Wild Boar is a mutated kind of Red-Bearded Wild Boar.
"An adult Purple-Bearded Wild Boar has defenses close to those of a Primary Beast Soldier.
"But its running speed and aggression are lower than those of most Beast Soldier-level Mutated Creatures.
"Its weak points are its mouth, eyes, and ears.
"So if you attack, you have to inflict a serious wound in one strike, then wait for it to lose enough blood before approaching to finish it off.
"Compared with other Mutated Creatures that live in groups,
"this solitary Purple-Bearded Wild Boar is a relatively easy target for wilderness hunting."
Xu Feng recalled the information briefly, then answered fluently.
"Good. At this distance, are you confident you can hit a vulnerable spot on its ear?"
Huang Sen asked.
Xu Feng estimated the distance between them and the boar at no more than a hundred meters. "I can hit it."
"Give it a try. This pig is the first lesson in your hunting course. Don't underestimate wilderness hunting. Compared with—"
But before Huang Sen could finish,
Xu Feng held his breath, then suddenly whipped his arm forward.
"Screee!"
A piercing sound, like a bird's cry, cut through the air.
The C-Grade Alloy Flying Blade streaked across a hundred meters like a shooting star and buried itself precisely in the boar's ear.
"Pfft!"
In an instant,
"Oink!"
The Purple-Bearded Wild Boar, which was a full two meters long, let out a piercing squeal and toppled over.
It twitched a few times, then lay still.
"Uh..."
Huang Sen stared wide-eyed at the boar.
Then he leapt down from the tree and rushed toward it.
"Didn't you say we had to be careful?" Xu Feng hurried after him and asked.
Huang Sen rushed to the boar, heaved its body aside, and examined the wound.
The boar's ear had disappeared completely, leaving only a deep, bloody hole that went into its brain.
He smacked his lips. "Careful, my ass! That Flying Blade of yours—cough, Xu, your Flying Blade is way too powerful. One strike, one kill.
"Good grief. It had defenses comparable to a Beast Soldier!"
"This Flying Blade is made of C-Grade Alloy!" Xu Feng emphasized.
"Even so, that's incredible! No wonder you could kill those two Black martial artists. Who could defend against a Flying Blade like that?"
Huang Sen looked at Xu Feng as if he were some kind of monster.
"What next?" Xu Feng asked excitedly, rubbing his hands together.
"Slaughter it, cut the meat, skin it, and break down the bones!"
Huang Sen took a deep breath and smoothly drew a sharp little knife from his waist. With a pfft, he plunged it into the artery in the boar's neck.
He had a feeling there wasn't much he could teach Xu Feng about hunting.
So this was his chance to show off his butchery skills!
He absolutely couldn't let Xu Feng look down on him.
"Compared with hunting, I'm actually better at butchery. The tricky part is..."
Xu Feng listened attentively, like an elementary school student.
Seeing how earnest and humble Xu Feng looked, Huang Sen let out a sigh of relief.
But two hours later,
several kilometers away,
"Pfft!"
As Xu Feng skillfully used his Flying Blade to skin and butcher a Fierce-Armored Ox,
Huang Sen sat off to the side, mouth hanging open and eyes vacant as he stared at Xu Feng. "No, seriously, are you human or a ghost? Human or a ghost?
"I could understand the Flying Blade, but butchery too? How did you learn so fast?"
Huang Sen asked, baffled.
Xu Feng smiled as he portioned the beef and packed it into bags. "I practice blade techniques all the time, and I'm pretty good at them.
"I think all these knife skills are connected.
"So I have much better control over my muscles and the blade than most people, though I'm still nowhere near as good as you."
As he spoke, he glanced at the panel that had appeared before him.
[Butchery · Proficient (1/50)]
Of course, he wasn't about to tell Huang Sen that.
Huang Sen could only silently weep for comfort.
Was this the difference between people?
After hearing those few words from Xu Feng, he even felt like taking up Flying Blades and blade techniques himself.
Could practicing with a blade really have so many benefits?
Just this morning together had left Huang Sen utterly shocked.
Whether it was Xu Feng's freakishly accurate Flying Blade, like he had aimbot enabled, or his rapidly improving butchery skills,
Huang Sen realized Xu Feng was nothing like the quiet, ordinary person he seemed to be.
Just along the way, Xu Feng had killed at least twenty different beasts with his Flying Blade.
On top of that, he'd shot countless insects and birds with stones.
He had lost count of how many.
He hadn't seen Xu Feng throw a second blade even once.
Some of those creatures had been Beast Soldier-level Mutated Creatures.
By the end, Huang Sen's hand had gone numb from killing.
He had finally figured it out.
What limited Xu Feng wasn't his strength, but the number of stones on the ground.
Flying Blades? He only used those when he had no other choice.
The main reason he avoided them was that he was afraid of losing one.
So in the end,
Huang Sen had no choice but to throw away some low-value beast meat and take only the valuable stuff.
Damn it.
Looking at the beast meat he had thrown away—the kind he usually couldn't bear to eat—Huang Sen stumbled along, his steps unsteady.
Even the regular troops who hunted with firearms couldn't do much better, could they?
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