Training in Bloodshed

After lunch, Luo Feng donned his combat suit. Eight Series 6 flying knives and two Series 9 flying knives were strapped to the knife pouches on the outside of his legs. With his hexagonal shield and combat saber on his back, Luo Feng departed the Warrior Supply Base. Today, the sky was overcast. “The weather is quite cool,” Luo Feng mused, striding through the wilderness without drawing his saber. The expanse of wilderness ahead might once have been fertile farmland, but decades had passed, and now it was overgrown with weeds. Luo Feng sought out a path where the weeds were shorter. Traversing the wild terrain, he walked rapidly along the dilapidated highway for over half an hour, arriving at County Town No. 0231. “Thwack!” Luo Feng sliced off a Tiger-Mastiff’s tail, extracting the sinew and stowing it in his backpack. From the Supply Base to the county town, though a mere hundred li journey, Luo Feng had already slain over a dozen ordinary Soldier-level monsters. “Free sparring partners every day, and I get paid for it. Where else can you find such a deal?” Luo Feng smiled faintly, walking through a dilapidated Residential District. This deserted district harbored quite a few monsters. Luo Feng looked up and saw the silhouette of a monster on the third floor of a residential building ahead. “Time to truly begin training!” Luo Feng stomped the ground with such force that the concrete cracked with a rumble. Like a cannonball, he shot directly towards the third-floor balcony. The days of slaughter had begun! Days turned into weeks. Ever since Luo Feng had taken up long-term residence in County Town No. 0231, the monsters within suffered greatly. Unlike other Warriors who simply killed them, Luo Feng would first engage them in prolonged combat, using them as sparring partners before delivering the final blow! Each time, Luo Feng returned to the Supply Base with a bulging bag of valuable monster materials. Wang Wei, from the Supply Base, was also astonished by Luo Feng’s efficiency. On Luo Feng’s third day of training. “Hmm, looks like you killed 198 monsters today, a dozen fewer than yesterday. Most of them are Advanced Soldier-level. I’ll round up the change for you, 1.5 million. How’s that?” On Luo Feng’s seventh day of training. “Damn, Luo Feng, you’re insane! You killed another 210 today? Alright, I’ll give you 1.6 million! We’ve done business more than once or twice, brother. Let me tell you, killing ordinary Soldier-level monsters isn’t easy! Many Soldier-level monsters move in packs. You can’t be so lucky every time, be careful not to get surrounded by a beast horde.” On Luo Feng’s sixteenth day of training. “Madman, you’re just so-so today, only 182 kills? But the material quality is good, and there are some from snake-type monsters. Hmm, I’ll give you 1.5 million.” On Luo Feng’s twenty-first day of training. “Madman, tell me, have you found a place where there are only lone Soldier-level monsters? And after you kill one, another one quickly appears?” ... The Warrior Supply Base wasn’t that big; secrets couldn’t be kept. Soon, stories about Luo Feng circulated throughout the entire Supply Base—a madman who only knew how to kill ordinary Soldier-level monsters for money every day! It was said that quantity could make up for quality; a single Beginner Beast General-level monster might be worth over ten million, but a thousand Advanced Soldier-level monsters could match that. However— Killing a thousand Advanced Soldier-level monsters was even more difficult than killing a single Beginner Beast General-level monster! Because Soldier-level monsters rarely, if ever, acted alone; most operated in groups. “That madman Luo Feng, he’s too ruthless with Soldier-level monsters. How does he manage to kill so many every day?” “Who knows? Anyone who knew that secret wouldn’t dare to reveal it. But I heard he earns over a million, nearly two million, a day. At this rate, he’ll make fifty to sixty million a month! Over a year, that’s five to six hundred million. He’s already comparable to a powerful Warlord-level expert.” “Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, killing Soldier-level monsters like a madman every day? No human could endure that.” “I don’t know, but that madman has been keeping it up for over a month now.” Within the Supply Base, countless discussions revolved around Luo Feng. For Soldier-level Warriors, they envied Luo Feng greatly, as Soldier-level Warriors generally had lower earning potential. Even Advanced Soldier-level Warriors like Zhang Zehu and Wei Qiang only made fifty to sixty million a year. Beginner and Intermediate Soldier-level Warriors were lucky to earn ten million a year. Yet, Luo Feng was making fifty to sixty million a month! Insane! Of course, for Warlord-level Warriors, it was merely a moment of awe; they wouldn’t waste their time on such trivial matters. As for the War God-level powerhouses who occasionally visited the Supply Base, they would only remark, “This young man is truly crazy, quite interesting.” ... November 29, 2056. The sky was overcast, and fierce winds howled. On the first floor of a supermarket mall, dozens of massive horned wild boars roared, relentlessly attacking a human youth in the center. Their roars echoed through the supermarket, and some shelves had already been smashed to pieces. The horned wild boars were completely frenzied, attacking with wild abandon! The human youth wielded a hexagonal shield in one hand and a Blood Shadow combat saber in the other. He moved with the swiftness of a butterfly flitting through flowers, creating several blurry afterimages. One word: fast! “Strike!” Luo Feng, who had been constantly dodging, moved his Blood Shadow combat saber in an instant. At that moment, a faint rumble of thunder could be heard—or, more accurately, the sound of air vibrating as his saber reached a certain speed. Each strike precisely cut across a horned wild boar’s neck. Combined with his footwork, its power was astonishing. Although there were many horned wild boars, only two or three could attack Luo Feng simultaneously. Moreover, whenever he killed one or two, Luo Feng could always use the bodies of the fallen monsters to find openings, avoiding being trampled by the horde. This precise spatial awareness was beyond the reach of most Warlord-level Warriors. “Thwack!” The horned wild boars’ blood spurted out like tap water. In just a moment, more than half of the dozens of horned wild boars were dead, and the remaining dozen or so, sensing danger, turned and fled. “This one won’t do, it’s not Advanced Soldier-level. Not worth much.” Among the dead horned wild boar carcasses, Luo Feng selected nineteen Advanced Soldier-level monsters, cutting off their horns and placing them in his backpack. “An Advanced Soldier-level horn can fetch about 8,000 yuan if sold to the underground alliance.” As for the other horned wild boar carcasses, Luo Feng couldn’t be bothered with them. In truth, Luo Feng wasn’t particularly fond of collecting horned wild boar horns, as they were quite heavy and their price was only average, and his backpack had limited space. Thus, Luo Feng was selective about the materials he gathered; the actual number of monsters he killed each day exceeded three hundred. No choice, those pig-type and dog-type monsters were just too prolific. Leaving the blood-soaked supermarket, Luo Feng went to the rooftop of an ordinary six-story residential building to rest. “After over fifty days of relentless training, my movement technique can barely be considered ‘Micro-level’,” Luo Feng summarized his long period of practice. His daily training wasn’t solely for killing; whenever he fought a small group of monsters, Luo Feng would first practice his movement technique before finally dispatching them. Even so, Luo Feng’s efficiency remained very high. Of course... during these fifty days, Luo Feng also encountered over twenty crises. After all, the roars of monsters during a kill would occasionally attract more monsters. Faced with the frenzied charge of hundreds, even over a thousand, monsters, Luo Feng could only rely on his psychic energy to make a hasty escape! It could be said that without his psychic energy, Luo Feng would have likely died over twenty times! Yet, it was precisely because of his psychic energy that Luo Feng could train his movement technique so maniacally. Over eight hours a day, with countless monsters relentlessly attacking! Luo Feng’s movement technique training efficiency was such that a single day’s progress surpassed an ordinary Warrior’s month of training in the wilderness. And how many times a year did an ordinary Warrior even enter the wilderness? After fifty days of this intense training, combined with the Flowing Light movement technique from the Ninefold Thunder Blade, Luo Feng finally managed to step into the ‘Micro-level’. “My movement technique has reached the Micro-level.” “But my saber technique is still only at the First Thunder Blade level.” Luo Feng had been trying to unleash two more layers of hidden force, but unfortunately, he could only add one extra layer of hidden force to his attacks! However, Luo Feng’s precise control over his physical strength had improved by an unknown number of times. One must know... In these fifty days, Luo Feng had killed over ten thousand monsters! Over ten thousand! Most Warriors probably wouldn’t kill that many monsters in their entire lives. Such a massive number had forged Luo Feng’s precise, decisive, and clean saber technique! The greatest contribution of these fifty days to Luo Feng was experience—experience fighting between life and death, along with an astonishing calmness and judgment! He could now calmly find opportunities in life-or-death situations and strike! This ability was something every Micro-level practitioner was bound to achieve. “It’s five in the afternoon now, time to head back.” Luo Feng glanced at his communication watch, then, with his backpack on, leaped directly from the rooftop... A moment later. Luo Feng, walking along the highway, was in a good mood. Suddenly, he felt a faint vibration behind him and couldn’t help but turn his head. In the distance, to the north of the highway, three figures were frantically fleeing, sometimes running, sometimes leaping over ten meters. These three figures were moving incredibly fast! “The one running in front, is that... Wan Dong?” Luo Feng recognized at a glance that one of the three desperately fleeing figures was none other than Wan Dong, the only one who could rival him during the Warrior Combat Assessment! Behind them was a dense, dark mass of monsters. Each monster was only about thirty centimeters in size, slightly larger than a human hand. Yet, this tidal wave of small monsters forced Wan Dong and the other two to abandon their combat sabers, shields, and other gear, fleeing for their lives! “A rat tide?” Luo Feng jumped in alarm. A rat tide, also known as a rat plague, was a death sentence even for a War God-level powerhouse if they were surrounded by an endless swarm.