Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Whoosh!

The heavy executioner's blade whistled through the air, cleaving down at Tang Wen.

Tang Wen, with his hands behind his back, tapped his foot and darted backward several meters like a flying bird.

The executioner's blade advanced for another attack, and Tang Wen nimbly dodged again.

One minute passed, five minutes passed, fifteen minutes passed.

Tang Wen's hands remained behind his back, never once coming out.

He merely moved his legs, toying with the man wielding the executioner's blade, running all over the field.

The opponent stopped, using the blade's handle to support himself, panting heavily, his eyes filled with despair as he looked at Tang Wen.

Untouchable!

Completely untouchable!

Tang Wen didn't attack, didn't block, and didn't even have a weapon in his hand.

He just wandered around in this small circle, while the other man, with his two-meter-long executioner's blade, had every advantage, yet couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Tang Wen glanced at General Zhao.

The latter, with a complex expression, called a halt to the match: "Let's stop here! Your executioner's blade technique is quite proficient, but your speed and explosive power are lacking. Go back and practice properly."

"Thank you for your guidance, General," the executioner said dejectedly as he left.

Looking at the other fields, the selectees and commanders were all putting up a good fight.

He felt even more disheartened.

Turning back, General Zhao said to Tang Wen, "You have to fight them head-on; you can't keep using your speed to bully people."

The latter nodded indifferently.

After the three consecutive matches, he had a general idea of these people's levels.

And he also understood his own level.

The fourth person to enter the arena, after watching Tang Wen's match with the executioner's blade and seeing that Tang Wen had no weapon in his hand.

He also temporarily switched from a steel shield to a smaller steel round shield, carrying a long sword as he walked into the arena.

Fully equipped?

Tang Wen smiled.

"Begin!"

In the blink of an eye, Tang Wen closed in.

The examinee, though surprised, didn't panic, slashing the long sword towards Tang Wen's eyes.

The latter raised his fist and smashed upwards, the fist hitting the sword's body with a crisp sound.

The sword's body was bent, and the examinee could barely hold the hilt.

Before the opponent could react, he sank his shoulder and lowered his stance, his mind quickly conjuring the image of a fireball flying up and bombarding a mountain.

Warm energy surged, and a heavy punch landed.

Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist!

Boom!

The fist struck the steel shield heavily, and with a bang, the steel round shield shattered into pieces.

The examinee staggered, trying to maintain his balance, but eventually tripped and fell to the ground.

As for his right hand, which held the shield, it was completely limp.

"Cannon Fist?"

"When did you learn Cannon Fist, kid?"

General Zhao was full of surprise and even forgot to treat the injured examinee immediately.

The latter hugged his arm, his face covered in cold sweat, gritting his teeth and not saying a word.

Tang Wen didn't answer, quickly waving for a physician to come.

"Well, it's not a big problem, just that the arm is broken into three pieces. Come, take him away and put him in splints at the medical center!"

Tang Wen breathed a sigh of relief. As fellow guards, he didn't want to cause anyone irreparable harm.

"I say, when did you learn the Cannon Fist?"

"Haha, just these past two days. Just happened to learn it."

He wasn't lying. The difficulty of mastering the Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist exceeded his imagination.

[Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist, Mastery (121/3000)]

Two months of hard training, even though the fist technique had broken through to the mastery level, he still used it very awkwardly.

Only when the opponent revealed a flaw, like just now, did he dare to visualize the punch.

If the opponent were to attack suddenly, he wouldn't be able to do it in time.

"How many times did you look at the visualization diagram?" General Zhao asked expectantly.

Every request to view the visualization diagram was recorded, and Tang Wen told the truth: "It's not a matter of how many times; I stayed there for a whole day."

"So, you only looked at it once?!" His voice suddenly rose eight degrees.

The surrounding people all looked over.

"Keep it a secret! Keep it a secret, you know!" General Zhao quickly lowered his voice again.

Another true genius!

Tang Wen looked at him speechlessly: You're the one who shouted it out loud.

While the two were talking, the last waiting guard captain had already despaired.

He racked his brains, trying to figure out how he could last a little longer.

It wasn't that he was incompetent, but that this Commander Tang was too abnormal!

General Zhao's eyes were full of joy, and he waved his hand and said, "Alright. Seeing that you're not good at assessing others, I'll do this."

Tang Wen followed his lead: "I'm still lacking in many areas and need to learn from the General."

"Stop with that nonsense!"

"General, I'm sincerely learning from you."

"Go, go, go, stand outside. Let the examinee come on stage."

Seeing his smiling face, Tang Wen secretly noted that General Zhao liked this kind of thing.

After the martial arts assessment ended, in addition to Zhou Bing and Tang Wen, only three new commanders were selected.

Even with them two, they were still half the way from the goal of selecting ten commanders.

The goal of selecting a hundred captains, on the other hand, was completed. Many elite members of the hunting guards or imperial guards had been practicing martial arts for many years and had levels close to martial artists.

They were ready-made captains.

The assessment and selection ended.

Tang Wen, Zhou Bing, and the three new commanders followed General Zhou and other seniors to the Queen's palace.

After arriving here, Tang Wen was somewhat disappointed.

Although it was called a palace, it wasn't much different from the residences in the camp.

There was no grandeur befitting the residence of a great figure.

Ordinary houses, just with heavier stones and slightly higher roofs.

General Zhou took the lead and walked into a room with a plaque that read "Council Hall."

It was empty.

A large round table, dozens of chairs, and a terrain sand table in the middle of the room.

"Everyone, please sit."

A rustling sound of chairs being pulled.

Tang Wen and Zhou Bing sat near the door.

After some polite greetings and words of encouragement, General Zhou began to assign positions.

"Liu Sha, Zhang Mian, Qian Lai, please introduce yourselves to everyone."

Two middle-aged men and a young man stood up. They were the other three new commanders.

The two middle-aged men first gave self-introductions. They came from ordinary guard camps and were originally captain-level positions, serving in the outer city.

Because their jobs were very easy, they had plenty of time to practice martial arts.

After years of diligent work, they finally mastered the Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist the year before last.

After two years of hard training, they could finally use it in actual combat.

Therefore, they passed the assessment and became commanders.

Generals Zhou and Zhao looked at each other and discussed before asking, "Given that you have relatively little combat experience, you will now be assigned to General Zhao's command in the inner city. You will jointly lead Hunting Camp One, each leading 10 teams."

"Yes, General!" The two stood at attention, their backs straight.

The younger Qian Lai, stood up third.

He came from the Imperial Guards and was less than twenty-five years old, a true genius.

When asked where he wanted to serve.

Qian Dong thought for a moment and said, "Generals, I still want to return to the Imperial Guards, but I think the current state of the Imperial Guards needs to change. We lack actual combat."

"Well, we've also noticed the problem you mentioned. In the next step, the Imperial Guards will rotate in and out of the city, so there will be no shortage of actual combat. Then you can go back to the Imperial Guards!"

"Thank you, General!"

All three had finished speaking.

It was Zhou Bing and Tang Wen's turn.

Zhou Bing basically didn't need to introduce herself. People with status in the inner and outer cities all knew her.

The camp's number one beauty, jinx, genius, General Zhou's niece.

Anyone with even one of these identities was a well-known figure in the camp.

The Ice Beauty had gathered all four.

She said a few simple words, and General Zhou didn't arrange a position, signaling Tang Wen to stand up.

Tang Wen's introduction was even simpler: "There's no one left in my family, just an older sister. As for where I live, I'm currently staying with Sister Bing. There's nothing to say about martial arts; it all depends on my own hard work."

"What hard work? You kid mastered the Cannon Fist at fifteen; you're a genius," General Zhao said with a smile and a curse.

"General, I'm not a genius. I just used the free time that others used to drink tea to practice martial arts."

The people in the room were stunned, feeling that these words seemed to be modest, but also seemed to have other meanings, and they couldn't help but look down at the tea in their cups: Well, should I quit drinking tea in the future?

A few seconds later, General Zhou coughed, breaking the silence: "Alright, let's talk about the positions that Zhou Bing and Tang Wen will be responsible for."