[Recomnded Hunt Target: Transport Type Level 4 Elite Insect Race.]
[Reason: To maximize transport efficiency, this type of Insect Race typically sacrifices a portion of its defensive and direct offensive capabilities.
Its primary threats are its extrely high movent speed and relatively massive size.
Among all Level 4 Elite Insect Race, the Transport Type possesses the weakest direct combat power. There is also an extrely low probability of it undertaking a special transport mission alone.]
Qin Feng slowly digested the massive amount of information, a flash of understanding gleaming in his deep eyes.
Hamr’s analysis coincided with his own judgnt.
Trying to hunt a lone Level 4 Elite Insect Race without alerting the entire swarm, and directly challenging those assault-type or defense-type units born for war, was nothing short of a fool’s errand.
The only opening lay with those units whose functions were relatively marginal.
The transport unit was the perfect easy pickings.
Of course, this "easy" was relative.
A level-four creature with a vitality index above 30.0, even if it wasn’t skilled in combat, would still have terrifying basic strength, speed, and vitality.
"Are there any patterns in the transport units’ movent paths?"
Qin Feng pressed.
"The core mission of the Transport Type Insect Race is to transport Spiritual Material. Therefore, their routes will inevitably revolve around ’Resource Points’ and ’Insect Nests’. Although the surface of planet G19182-B11 is barren, there are still areas in certain specific regions where Spiritual Material is abundant, such as oases, swamps, fungal forests, and so on. These are the most likely locations for Transport Type Insect Race to appear."
"Understood."
A clear plan had already ford in Qin Feng’s mind.
’I can’t be hasty,’ he told himself. ’Individual mbers of the Insect Race may not be intelligent, but the Will of the Insect Nest might surpass human intellect. Any Hunter who rushes for quick success will easily be exposed to their prey, becoming the hunted. I must beco a Hunter more patient than the Will of the Insect Nest itself.’
He concealed all trace of his presence, like a true rock, lying dormant in the shadows. He began to plan his first step: to find a location rich in Spiritual Resources in this vast Gobi Desert.
...
anwhile, on Canaan Star, atop a black stone platform that soared into the clouds.
Dozens of Stellar-level instructors stood suspended in the air, their expressions calm and composed.
Before them, a massive screen of light enveloped the entire platform. The screen was ingeniously divided into a million small squares, each one broadcasting the real-ti, first-person perspective of an examinee.
The instructors’ gazes were like torches, effortlessly sweeping across the countless screens, taking in all the students’ reactions.
Lv Lan, an instructor with the refined appearance of a middle-aged scholar, clapped his hands and chuckled lightly:
"Interesting, very interesting. This batch of little ones is quite clear-headed. Over ninety percent of them, after receiving the analysis from their Intelligent Assistants, have unhesitatingly locked onto the transport insects as their target. They all know to go for the easy pickings first."
Beside him, a red-haired female instructor spoke coolly, "On the battlefield, knowing how to avoid risks and find an enemy’s weakness is the first rule of survival. This shows they aren’t reckless fools, at least."
"Haha, that’s true enough."
Lv Lan shook his head, a playful smile on his lips. "But are the transport insects really such easy pickings? They are, after all, genuine Level 4 Elite creatures. These little ones haven’t even constructed the ’shell’ of their first Acupoint, and their physical bodies have yet to be refined and sublimated. Trying to hunt a level-four with a level-three physique... it’s going to be difficult..."
"That is precisely the point of the assessnt," Lv Lan said. "If they go for a head-on confrontation, they will undoubtedly die. This test isn’t about strength, but about wisdom, patience, and the ability to find and create opportunities. Look, quite a few impatient ones have already started running around the Gobi Desert like headless flies."
The instructors’ gazes swept across the screen of light, and sure enough, they saw many screens where the young geniuses were anxiously running about, trying to rely on luck to stumble upon a lone mber of the Insect Race.
...
「In the Gobi Desert.」
After formulating a detailed plan, Qin Feng finally made his move.
He chose the most primitive and also the most stealthy thod—traveling on foot.
His steps were light. Each ti his foot landed, it was precisely on solid rock or sand, making almost no sound.
His body was slightly lowered, like a cheetah stalking across the wasteland, using the shadow of every rock and every sand dune to perfectly conceal his figure.
During the day, he moved under the scorching, orange-yellow sun, advancing through the shimring heat.
At night, the temperature plumted, and an icy wind cut like a knife across the Gobi. He would find shelter in rock caves, recovering his energy while maintaining a high state of alert.
It was a lonely and long journey.
One day, two days... seven days, eight days...
Ti slipped by quietly during the tedious trek.
For eight whole days, Qin Feng did not have a single drop of water.
Yet his gaze only grew sharper, like a peerless, deadly weapon being repeatedly honed on a whetstone.
He was not without gains during these eight days.
He had once seen, from a great distance, a patrol team composed of a dozen or so assault-type Insect Race. They were like mobile fortresses of slaughter, crushing even rocks to powder wherever they passed.
He had also sensed a heart-pounding fluctuation of Spiritual Energy coming from deep underground, which was perhaps a small Insect Nest.
Each ti, Qin Feng chose to retreat at once, waiting with the patience of a seasoned hunter, determined not to startle his true quarry.
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