Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

The streets were bustling with activity.

People were moving into the outer city with their families.

"What's going on?"

Tang Wen, after three weeks of seclusion, came to the outer city again and saw this lively scene.

The people moving in were wearing all sorts of clothes and emanating an unpleasant, sour smell.

For ordinary people, water was precious, and they could barely secure enough to drink, let alone bathe.

Li Ge recognized the person, bowed, and approached to explain:

"These are the first batch of refugees who passed the test."

"What test?"

"Well, some of them are farmers who cultivated enough food by the lake, some are artisans who made enough goods.

More are martial apprentices and martial artists who joined the hunting team and hunted a certain number of prey in the south."

The cooperation between the camp and the sand wolf packs had already begun.

The black hyena packs and saber-toothed cat packs further south in the wilderness suffered almost total destruction under the guidance of the sand wolves.

Except for a small number who escaped further south, the herbivores they raised were all taken by the Flame Camp.

The hunting guards of the Flame Camp also suffered some casualties, most of whom were refugees who had recently joined.

They wanted to join the Flame Camp and move to the outer city, so they had to work hard.

"We want to go in too!"

"We also contributed!"

At the entrance of the outer city, a burst of shouts suddenly came.

A group of ragged scavengers, as many as a hundred people, stood together shouting.

Around them, more and more refugees gathered.

"My child died in battle, but you say he didn't contribute enough, sob sob sob, my poor child"

"My husband and my brothers are dead, but you only gave our family a hundred pounds of millet, which was robbed the same day"

"We just want to live"

"..."

Tang Wen noticed that those who stood up were all the old, weak, women, and children.

They brought their children and knelt on the ground crying.

The onlookers looked at them with expressions of sorrow, sympathy, or schadenfreude.

Commander Zhang came out.

The camp guards lined up.

Tang Wen didn't watch any further and lost his interest in leaving the city.

He turned and walked towards the inner city, and the words he had heard from people of other forces in Five Families City to Commander Qian suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Every force, everyone, including you and me, including those transcendent beings, who isn't struggling to survive! What makes your Flame Camp think you can be good people? Huh? What makes you think so?!"

The crying at the gate grew louder, and more and more people gathered, blocking the entrance completely.

Tang Wen continued to walk towards the inner city palace. After taking several deep breaths, he exhaled a breath of stuffy air, and his eyes became firm.

What makes them think so?

Of course, it's because we are the strongest!

Go back and train!

"Aren't you going swimming by the lake? Why are you back?"

Qian Dong, who was on duty at the door, handed Tang Wen a small handful of peanuts, about three or four.

Tang Wen didn't take them and pointed to the courtyard where he secluded himself.

Qian Dong didn't mind and curled his lips, saying, "You're really a training fanatic, go, go, go, hurry up!"

Whoosh!

Tang Wen snatched his peanuts and left smartly.

"Damn it!" Qian Dong took two steps to chase, but when he saw Tang Wen's arm muscles bulging, as if a prelude to an attack, he quickly retreated and said in a face-saving manner, "I'm generous, I won't bother with you."

After speaking, he looked around, and his subordinates nodded one after another, seemingly agreeing with his words.

Qian Dong breathed a sigh of relief: It's not that I'm cowardly, but who in the camp dares to say they can steadily win against this freak except for the generals?

Tang Wen ate the peanuts and felt inexplicably better.

Back in the underground secret room, he began the monotonous life of sleeping when tired, eating when hungry, and training again after eating.

Mountain-Opening Cannon, Head-On Cannon, Half-Step Bombardment, Dragon Emerging from Water, Sea Bed Tremor, Eight-Armed Divine Fist...

He could be said to have tempered these five boxing techniques countless times.

Except for the tenth style of the Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist: Mountain-Crushing Cannon, he still had no clue.

If it were before, he might have tried everything to figure out this move.

At least understand the principle of force generation.

But now, with the experience panel accumulating experience to a certain level, these subtleties would be automatically understood.

Then what's the point of thinking so hard!

It's better to practice two more punches with this effort.

"Huff huff huff!"

After more than a hundred punches of explosive force, Tang Wen's physical strength was completely exhausted, like a sugar daddy who had been served by eight girls, he collapsed on the ground, not even wanting to move a finger.

"Enough! Time to sleep."

He closed his eyes.

But when people are too tired, they can't fall asleep.

He replayed today's tempering:

"Eight Section Brocade, Earth Fire Mixed Yuan Stance, Traceless Step... I've practiced everything I should. Hmm, no, there's one more thing."

Tang Wen opened his eyes with great perseverance and began to visualize the Golden Bell Shield.

His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes became bloodshot, and his fingers clenched into fists involuntarily.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ release!

Black defense climbed onto his fist, little by little, very laboriously.

It took a while to cover a right fist.

Then it was the left fist!

Due to the excessive emptiness of his mental power, a full three minutes passed!

Tang Wen's eyes had gradually lost focus, his temples were throbbing, and his body arched like a prawn.

This was the manifestation of self-squeezing mental power to the extreme!

Black defense slowly covered the fingernail of his left fist.

Bang, his body collapsed and he fell asleep.

This sleep was relatively long, a full three hours.

According to the knowledge of the previous life, it was two sleep cycles.

After waking up, he opened the experience panel, which showed no other changes except for a slight increase in experience points.

Tempering is not a matter of a day or two.

Being able to have visible progress every day is already a great fortune.

After eating something, the secret room shook again.

With a thumping sound.

And at this time, outside the door of the small courtyard, stood a slender and graceful beauty.

She was taller than Qian Dong, with a figure like a perfect supermodel.

Qian Dong stood as far away from her as possible: "You've come at a bad time, it's started again! This guy, he's not human, he's simply not human!"

Zhou Bing found it funny and a little proud. She listened for a while outside the courtyard and looked at the large blood crow staring at her at the courtyard door.

In the end, she didn't enter the door.

Her seclusion had not ended. This time, she just came out to relax for a day.

Since the seclusion, the camp had invested massive resources in her.

For example, high-grade alien beast meat, transcendent alien beast meat, green water python potion, transcendent green water python potion, etc.

Not to mention the material aspects, there were also the Queen and Xia Lao, teaching her the key points of the "Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist" hand-in-hand, personally demonstrating, etc.

These things could not be bought with any amount of money.

And she believed that Tang Wen had better talent than her.

If these resources could be invested in Tang Wen, the effect would be better than using them on her.

But the camp could not do that.

You can't put all your eggs in one basket.

Now, Zhou Bing was already a Second-Class Martial Master. Before coming out, she was comprehending the Tremor Fist.

Once the Tremor Fist was completed, she would directly possess combat power comparable to a First-Class Martial Master.

At that time, Xiao Wen should be very surprised, right?

The corners of Zhou Bing's mouth curved up, and the regret of not seeing Tang Wen faded a little.

As she left, Qian Dong's expression was complicated: Zhou Bing is stronger! That aura is definitely not something a Third-Class Martial Master can possess.

Should I apply for seclusion after a while?

He wanted to advance to Martial Master with Zhou Bing and Tang Wen and become a Commander.

Now, the two of them had left him far behind.

Especially that guy Tang Wen, who actually defeated a First-Class Martial Master.

In the secret room, Tang Wen, who didn't know he had missed his own Ice Beauty, arched his body again uncontrollably, as if he were a prawn being fried at high temperature!

In fact, his current feeling was no better than being deep-fried.

His already depleted mental power had to be repeatedly squeezed, squeezing out the last bit, that refreshing feeling made him want to pass out at any time.

However, Tang Wen's efforts were always rewarded.