Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

“Six years is too long! Two years is too long too, how about one year!” General Zhou bargained aggressively.

“You, surnamed Zhou, I set the rules.”

“Listen to me, you can't handle such big rules. Let me, Old Zhou, take care of it.”

“Zhou Big Head!” the other party cursed angrily.

“Black Old Ghost!”

Whoosh.

The two generals' eyes met in the air, neither yielding, their auras colliding!

It was as if two invisible giant waves crashed into each other.

The guards on both sides felt the murderous intent rushing towards them, their hearts shuddering, slightly agitated.

Tang Wen was shocked by the aura that rose from nowhere.

With such strength, if they attacked him, he probably wouldn't last a single move.

Their aura was much more terrifying than the Silver Wolf.

“Zhou Big Head, if you can't make the decision, you can go back and ask your Flame Woman!”

“Black Old Ghost, you should go back and tell your godfather directly, this is impossible! Don't even think about it!”

“…”

“I'll take a step back, five and a half years!”

“Okay, I'll also give way, two years and one day!”

“Damn you! Zhou Big Head, do you call that giving way?”

“You son of a…”

Verbal swordsmanship, haggling.

Until noon, they hadn't discussed anything concrete.

Tang Wen was enjoying the show. So it turned out that Commander Zhao and General Zhou, who were so serious in the camp, were all shameless rascals outside.

To fight for benefits, they would say anything.

They wouldn't hesitate to curse like a shrew.

“Black Old Ghost! I'm hungry. When you go back to eat cold food, use your wooden head to think carefully. Six years? Even if we dare to agree, would you dare to believe it?”

In the area where the two camps were located, people could freeze to death in winter.

If they didn't get coal for six years, they would definitely fight.

“Humph!” As a general, Black Mountain Ghost naturally understood this.

He rode forward and came to the middle of the two armies.

General Zhou also slowly rode over.

Their lips moved slightly, discussing silently.

Some members of the hunting team looked puzzled.

A captain explained, “Secret voice transmission. No matter how close others are, they can't hear what's being said. It's a skill that only generals can master.”

Secret voice transmission.

The guards showed expressions of respect or longing in their eyes.

Tang Wen was calculating silently in his mind. Martial Apprentices were hunting guards, Martial Artists were hunting captains, and Martial Masters were hunting camp commanders.

So what realm were generals?

After Martial Master, were there Grand Martial Master, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Venerable, Martial Emperor?

“Then three and a half years! I want the thing now!”

Suddenly, General Zhou's tone was firm, interrupting Tang Wen's wild thoughts.

Thing?

What thing?

“Bring it up,” Black Old Ghost ordered.

A stone slab-like object covered with a black cloth was carried out by the people from the Black Mountain camp.

“Commander Li, you come.”

General Zhou didn't look at it and named a commander to come forward.

“Zhou Big Head, you're still so timid,” Black Old Ghost said with a sneer.

Commander Li strode forward, uncovered the black cloth on the stone slab, and pondered for a while.

He waved his hand and called over two more captains. The three of them studied it together.

The three of them looked for a while, then lowered their heads and discussed something.

The hunting team guards were curious.

They speculated about what it was.

Seeing one of the captains assume a horse stance and enter a meditative state.

Tang Wen realized that the stone slab might contain a visualization diagram.

After a while, Commander Li said to General Zhou, “I'm not sure. Bring a few more people. Zhou Bing, you come over.”

Zhou Bing obviously guessed it too. He gave Tang Wen a look, signaling him to follow.

All eleven captains were present.

Everyone had practiced Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist, and they knew at a glance that the stone slab depicted a 'visualization diagram'.

No one said anything. Everyone exchanged glances and frowned in unison, as if facing some kind of problem, their faces full of doubt.

In fact, even Tang Wen, who had only comprehended the fist technique for one day, could determine that this thing was indeed a 'Cannon Fist Visualization Diagram'.

And it was part of the core power visualization diagram.

But Commander Li and the captains insisted on putting on an act as if they were looking at a book written in the sky.

Tang Wen concentrated and looked at it. He saw that in the visualization diagram: the firelight dissipated, and the mountain body was shaking, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

The content ended there, very short.

This segment should be connected to the Cannon Fist Visualization Diagram, after the fireball explodes and before the mountain collapses.

But he was still puzzled. What was the meaning of this segment of the scene?

He narrowed his eyes and repeatedly visualized it in his mind in a standing meditative posture.

At this time, Commander Li began to mutter to himself, “This visualization diagram is similar but not quite. What exactly is going on?”

A quarter of an hour passed, half an hour passed, and it was past noon. An hour had passed.

The people from the Black Mountain camp finally realized what was happening!

Black Old Ghost said angrily, “Zhou Big Head! You're taking advantage of us and you're not even ashamed! Are you practicing on the spot? Hurry up and agree to my conditions! Otherwise, I will definitely kill you today!”

“Noisy!” General Zhou glared at him, “How would I know if it's real if I don't practice? You want to kill me? Come on! Do you think I'm scared?”

Black Old Ghost's eyes were red, and black mist was surrounding his hands.

General Zhou smiled coldly, and the surrounding air suddenly became hot.

The guards, seeing this, each gripped the weapons in their hands.

After a few minutes of confrontation, Black Old Ghost squeezed out a sentence from between his back teeth: “Fine! You tell me a time, when can you give me a definite answer.”

“Three more hours of looking at it should be about right.”

“Bah! You have the nerve to say that. Half an hour at most.”

The two generals cursed at each other, and the Flame Camp gained another hour to identify it.

The people from the Black Mountain camp retreated to rest.

The hunting camp also retreated.

More and more people gathered in front of the visualization diagram, but it was still orderly.

Except for the 11 captains and Tang Wen, who had successfully entered a meditative state.

The rest only had five minutes to observe.

In five minutes, unless you were exceptionally gifted, you could only get a superficial look.

Waves of people walked away, Tang Wen opened his eyes, he had found a clue, but not much.

He guessed that even with the addition of the current part, the visualization diagram of the Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist might still be incomplete.

But this segment gave him a lot of inspiration.

It made him realize what the other power of the Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist was, besides the explosive power.

It was the shock power, or rather, shock, vibration, shock fist.

Bombing will produce shock waves, everyone who has watched a serious war movie knows that.

However, knowing is knowing, Tang Wen was also clueless about how to use it specifically.

After eating lunch in batches, an hour quickly passed.

General Zhou accepted the visualization diagram and formally agreed to the other party's conditions:

First, in this competition, only people under the age of 24 are allowed to participate.

Second, if someone can win six matches in a row, directly determining the outcome, then the winning party will have the right to mine the coal mine for three and a half years.

The hunting camp has one hour to select people.

In a remote place in the coal mining area, Commander Zhao, who was selecting people, was in trouble. Among the one or two hundred people who came, there were many under the age of 24.

But there weren't enough 6 captains under the age of 24.

There were only 5 at most.

You need to know that practicing martial arts is not better the earlier you start. Children's physique, knowledge, and spirit are not up to par. It's okay to build a foundation, but advanced martial arts such as visualization diagrams are impossible to practice.

The Martial Apprentices in the inner city martial arts gym are all around fifteen years old.

Most of them are often almost 20 years old when they become first-class Martial Apprentices.

Most people will be stuck in the Martial Apprentice stage for many years.

If you can break through to Martial Artist before the age of 25, you are considered an elite.

Like Zhou Bing, who is now 23 and has the strength of a peak Martial Artist and a half-step Martial Master, is a genius in everyone's eyes.

“Martial Artists under the age of 24 who are confident in their strength, step forward!”

Commander Zhao shouted.

Step, step, step

Four people stood out.

Tang Wen saw that there were two acquaintances.

It was An Lei, the lancer who was second in the hunting team selection, and Zhang Lin, the big guy who was third.

The other two should be veteran hunting team members.

Before anyone else could say anything, Zhou Bing looked over and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “Tang Wen, what are you doing? Stand out!”

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Commander Zhao said in a deep voice, “Team Zhou, are you optimistic about him? In this competition, I'll say the ugly things first, we can lose, but we can't let them win six in a row!”

Commander Zhao was not an unrealistic person. Black Mountain Ghost did not hesitate to take out the visualization diagram to get them to agree to their competition rules.

Even a fool would know that the other party was absolutely confident and determined to win this competition.

Looking at Tang Wen and the others, Commander Zhao said directly, “Time is tight, each of you show me one move!”