Cataclysm: My Proficiency Panel

"Phew, feel comfortable~"

In front of the bathroom, Li Ming felt refreshed after taking a shower. He got up and made a bowl of milk powder to drink. He also took the whetstone from the kitchen to the bathroom.

He took out the long sword and began to carefully polish the blade and tip with a whetstone.

He wanted to go out and kill zombies with a sword. An unedged weapon would not work, so he took advantage of today to sharpen the sword first.

"Zi, Zhi..."

The sound of sword sharpening was heard outside through the concierge, and Zhang Yuan happened to hear it after washing the pots and dishes. She returned home and told her husband about it.

"Haha, this guy really wants to go out and fight zombies with his broken sword."

Peng Zhi didn't take it seriously. He even thought it was funny and laughed out loud immediately.

"I see that he has been exercising very seriously in the past two days. He was covered in sweat while eating. He is probably exercising in his room."

Zhang Yuan frowned, thought for a while, and said.

"Otherwise, there are differences between people. Some people are destined to succeed, and some people are destined not to succeed."

Peng Zhi laughed, with disdain on his face: "Do you really think he can deal with zombies with just the tricks he has practiced? I think with his bear-like behavior, he would be frightened when he saw a zombie."

"This idiot is still practicing swordsmanship. It's useless for him to practice guns. He will be torn alive by zombies when he goes out."

"In this situation, if you have food, you have to save it and save it for rescue. He can't defeat the zombies with this exercise. What's the use? I think it's just a waste of food. If he doesn't go out and be bitten to death by zombies, he will starve to death at home."

Peng Zhi sneered again and again. As he spoke, he suddenly heard a scream coming from the building opposite, followed by the crazy roar of zombies.

"Help, help, the zombies are eating people, help..."

"ah……"

"Ho ho ho..."

In an instant, it seemed like a pot had exploded, and zombies roared one after another throughout the entire community floor. Peng Zhi's face instantly turned pale with fear.

His wife Zhang Yuan also stayed in place stiffly, not daring to express her anger.

The bad news lasted for a full ten minutes before it gradually stopped, and the community returned to silence, as if the screams and zombie roaring riot just did not exist.

But the two people in the room were still unable to move for a long time.

"Husband, how about we turn off the air conditioner."

Zhang Yuan trembled and spoke with a hint of crying in her voice.

"Turn off, yes, turn off the air conditioner, turn it off now, quickly, quickly, close the door and turn off the lights."

When Peng Zhiru woke up from his dream, he quickly turned off the air conditioner, then locked the door, threw himself on the bed and turned off the lights.

Zhang Yuan had already climbed onto the bed, and the room became completely quiet.

Peng Zhi stared blankly at the residential building opposite, knowing what happened again without saying a word.

The despair in that voice was so touching.

"Huh, wife, you heard me, humans can't fight zombies. We don't even have a pistol, let alone fight zombies."

"Be honest and save food and drink, and wait until someone comes to save us so that we can survive."

A flash of joy flashed in Peng Zhi's heart, and he turned around and spoke softly to his wife.

The frightened Zhang Yuan kept nodding, and Peng Zhi felt a flash of satisfaction in his heart. Then he stared closely at the window with the curtains drawn, hoping that the zombies would never come to the door.

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"Bah..."

After pouring water on the sword blade, Li Ming looked at the extremely sharp blade and tip that he had polished, and sighed in his heart.

He sheathed the long sword, walked out of the bathroom, and looked faintly at the residential building opposite through the curtained window. He also heard the terrifying screams and roars just now, which made the sense of crisis in his heart even greater.

After holding the hilt of the sword, Li Ming shook his head. He was tired enough today and the transitional training might affect his training tomorrow. He gave up the idea of ​​staying up late to exercise.

"The end of the world..."

After spitting out these two words, Li Ming couldn't help but think of an equally sharp question: Will there be rescue?

"The military's powerful force should be able to deal with these monsters."

Li Ming recalled the zombies he encountered in the community before, and thought to himself, but then shook his head: "No matter what, you have to save yourself first, sleep first, and continue training when you get up tomorrow."

The stabbing training is not only about swordsmanship, but also about his strength and spirit. Even if there is a rescue in the end and he obtains a new weapon, he will still be able to use his now recovering strong body.

"Besides, guns and swords are the only weapons we can rely on now."

Thinking in his mind, Li Ming placed the long sword in the most accessible position beside the pillow, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The first full day of the end has passed.

But for many people, life is not peaceful. Fear and fear exist in everyone's heart.

There are also countless reckless people who have paid the price with their lives.

The screams in the community are not limited to this place...

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The next day, morning.

The sun is still shining brightly, and it’s still so hot indoors in summer.

But some people are sweating profusely in such an environment.

"The thirty-third sword!"

Li Ming let out a long breath, then twisted his legs and waist, and stabbed forward with a sword.

[Lung Stance Sword Proficiency +1]

[Lung Stance Sword (Proficient in Heart 0%)]

Two lines of transparent information floated past his eyes, followed by an inexplicable realization of the stabbing sword in his heart.

When stabbing the sword, the posture of the legs should be used to coordinate the force, and the angle at which the right arm holding the sword should be thrust out. All details are included.

Li Ming instantly understood how to stab the sword more conveniently and smoothly.

Thinking of doing it, he immediately tried to lift his sword and stab it out.

Kick your legs, turn your waist, thrust your sword, everything goes smoothly!

"Whoosh..."

[Lung Stance Sword Proficiency +1]

Another line of information passed before his eyes, and his proficiency with the sword increased accordingly. Li Ming discovered some of his own mistakes in the sword posture at this level, and a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"It's coming soon. According to this progress, with two more levels, it should be almost powerful."

It has been a day and a half since he woke up from coma. If you include this morning, two days have passed. In these two days, he has stabbed hundreds of swords, and now he finally feels that the power of the sword is about to reach his goal. Hit the target!

And to deal with zombies... just knowing how to stab a sword is enough!

With a flash of excitement in his heart, Li Ming couldn't control himself and thrust out several more swords, but he also felt tired as his proficiency increased.

He stopped practicing any more, stretched his muscles, stopped, and began to sit down and drink water to rest.

After resting for half an hour, he got up, raised his sword and stabbed again.

"Whoosh..."

The long sword pierced the air and was already quite powerful. Li Ming stabbed more than twenty swords in one breath, and more than half of them successfully increased his proficiency.

But he was already feeling tired by this point, so he stretched again and continued to rest.

Half an hour later, he got up and continued.

He continued training like this until noon, when he was sweating profusely before putting away his sword and eating.

When I went out to cook, I found that Peng Zhi and his wife had already cooked and were eating with the door open. When I looked back, I happened to see Peng Zhi, wearing plywood slippers with his legs crossed and fanning leisurely, looking at him.

Li Ming frowned and said nothing. He walked to the kitchen to prepare a meal and brought it to his room to eat.

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In the constant training and rest, time came to dark in a blink of an eye.

After Li Ming had eaten, he sharpened the tip of the red tassel gun before taking a bath and going to bed.

Before going to bed, he took a look at the panel. After an afternoon of training, his proficiency in lunge stabbing had improved again!

[Lung Stance Sword (Proficient in Heart 53%)]

It was much more difficult to improve one's proficiency in the realm of mind than the stabbing sword at the beginning, but he still improved quickly with his constant stabbing practice.

Moreover, his strength is also slowly increasing. After these two days of training, the three-pound long sword has become very natural in his hands. The number of full-strength thrusts during sword practice is also slowly increasing.

This all proves that his power is steadily increasing with his skills.

"I hope nothing happens in these two days."

Li Ming secretly thought in his heart that he just wanted to accumulate strength quickly and did not want to cause any complications, so he slowly fell asleep while thinking about it.