A Major Breakthrough in Swordsmanship (Seeking Collection and Recommendations)

"How many days until we enter the Warcraft world?"

"Three days remaining, host!"

After asking the Shuttle, Xiao Hen silently began his preparations. He checked the equipment on him—aside from the Silver Light Sword and the Magic Power Ring, he only had the firearms stored in his Storage Space. Small guns wouldn't be much use in the Warcraft world, but those ten Rocket Projectiles still had some bite, and the Grenades could at least wound an Orc even if they couldn't kill one. Against humans, though, Grenades and ordinary guns would work just fine.

Beyond that, the supplies he'd bought before entering Xunlong Jue last time—water, food, and the like—had barely been touched. Plenty remained in the Storage Space, so he didn't need to waste effort buying more this time.

Xiao Hen pulled a longbow from the Storage Space. It was a reward from the Shuttle after a previous mission: the Star Chasing Bow.

Xiao Hen didn't know how to shoot a bow. To fix that, he'd deliberately searched online for tutorials on archery and bow handling, learning as he watched. With his powerful combat instincts, picking up these fighting skills posed no problem at all.

He bought a large batch of arrows online. These modern arrows were far superior in quality to the ones used by ancient archers. Xiao Hen prepared over a thousand arrows and stored them in the Storage Space, arming himself as thoroughly as he could.

Ring... ring...

His phone rang. It was Chen Xinyu: "Hello, CEO Chen."

"It's like this, Mr. Xiao. Tonight at eight, Elder Wu's auction house will start on time. Your item is the grand finale and will be auctioned last. Would you like to come watch?" Chen Xinyu's crisp voice came through the line.

"Haha, no need. After the auction, could you handle the transfer and send my share to my card? Thanks." Xiao Hen wasn't about to waste time on trivial matters.

"Sure, don't worry. I'll be attending the auction myself today. After it ends, the funds will be deposited into your account on time." Chen Xinyu laughed and hung up.

Xiao Hen set aside these mundane affairs. He needed time to prepare for the upcoming mission world.

He checked the Storage Space. Everything that could be prepared was nearly at its best. Xiao Hen muttered to himself, "Do your best and leave the rest to fate. I've prepared everything I can. I just hope... I hope the Shuttle doesn't give me too hard a task!"

He knew that the story world he was about to face was probably the most dangerous one yet—even more so than his first entry into the Resident Evil world as an ordinary person. If he only had to survive in the Warcraft world, that would be simple. But he feared the Shuttle would assign a mission. What could help repair the Shuttle? He didn't need to guess that it wouldn't be anything easy.

'Keep training in swordplay and fist techniques!'

Xiao Hen stepped out of his home. Practicing sword and fist at home was too cramped—he couldn't move freely. He had to find a secluded spot outside. Luckily, Mingyue Residential Area was on the outskirts, so deserted, remote places were easy to find.

And so, Xiao Hen trained relentlessly in swordplay and fist techniques. His progress in fist techniques was modest—after all, it was just a mundane Earth-style boxing method. Li Tingxuan had even treated it as a fitness routine. For Xiao Hen, practicing it improved his body control, but the boost to Combat Power was minimal, nowhere near as dramatic as Spring Rain Swordplay.

He poured far more effort into Spring Rain Swordplay. Practicing it over and over, he could already immerse himself in its artistic conception, letting his mind fully feel that unending, rain-like sword intent.

Again and again, he drilled.

Ding!

Xiao Hen's figure froze mid-swing, the longsword pointing into the distance. His arm holding the blade was steady as a rock, yet the sword itself trembled, emitting a series of ringing notes.

"This..." Xiao Hen's eyes snapped open. "Finally... I broke through?"

Yes. After carefully sensing it, he confirmed it: the Spring Rain Swordplay he'd been training in had truly advanced to the second level.

"I never thought I'd actually reach the second level of Spring Rain Swordplay within a week."

Smiling, Xiao Hen opened his Character Panel and saw his current Combat Power: eighty-seven.

"Hahaha..."

Eighty-seven. Before training in Spring Rain Swordplay, his Combat Power had been thirty-seven. After mastering the first level, it rose to fifty-seven. Now, entering the second level, it had jumped to eighty-seven.

That meant the first level added twenty points of Combat Power, and the second level added another thirty—fifty points in total. The swordplay's boost alone already surpassed Xiao Hen's original Combat Power.

This is my true trump card now. Xiao Hen gripped the longsword tightly. He hadn't expected Spring Rain Swordplay to break through today—it was a pleasant surprise.

After tidying up, Xiao Hen prepared to head back. It was already late, the sky dark, and the area around him was nearly wilderness. An ordinary person walking alone here would be on edge, but Xiao Hen wasn't afraid at all. He even wore a smile.

He hadn't ridden his beat-up electric scooter; he'd come on foot, so naturally, he'd walk back. It wasn't far from Mingyue Residential Area—less than two kilometers.

"I wonder how much the Golden Mask will sell for tonight. I'll buy a car tomorrow. I got my driver's license ages ago, and it's been gathering dust at home." Xiao Hen mused.

"Hm?" Suddenly, his ears twitched. "Movement? At this hour, someone's actually in this godforsaken place?"

He scanned his surroundings. Everywhere were waist-high withered grass, and a gravel path wound through the area. It was nighttime now. Anyone coming here at this time was suspicious, no matter how he looked at it.

Xiao Hen rubbed his chin. Should he go check it out?

Even as he thought it over, his feet kept moving forward. The sound ahead grew louder—though it wasn't actually loud; the speakers had lowered their voices. But Xiao Hen's hearing, enhanced by the G-Virus, was exceptionally sharp.

He drew closer, his steps light. He crossed a slope and reached a patch of wasteland, where he spotted a van parked. The engine was off, the windows tightly shut. Muffled conversation drifted from inside. Xiao Hen leaned in to listen.

Please knock me down, please pet me...

Also, anyone want to guess the plot? Come on, keep going.