Fang Cheng remained calm, showing no sign of evasion.
His eyes firmly fixed on the trajectory, the dagger in his hand slicing through the air like a black lightning, slashing down each and every bullet whistling towards him.
tal sparks scattered before him, like deadly yet brilliant fireworks blooming in the dark, illuminating the grotesque mask resembling an Evil Ghost.
This scene left everyone utterly stunned, quashing any thoughts of resistance completely.
Seeing their opponent so valiant, none had the courage to continue fighting.
As soon as the shooter was killed, the remaining Treasure Hunters scattered in panic, fleeing without direction.
Fearing they might run even a bit slower and end up like the others, lose their lives here, becoming cold corpses lying on the ground.
It seed even those ghostly figures hidden in the mist appeared less terrifying than this "Human-shaped Ferocious Beast" behind them.
In the blink of an eye, these Treasure Hunters vanished one by one into the misty dense forest.
Leaving only a series of chaotic, hurried footsteps swiftly receding in the silence.
Fang Cheng stood in place, his eyes gaze into the mist swallowing everyone, not moving to pursue.
The dagger in his hand was still dripping with blood, drop by drop, forming dark red blood flowers on the ground.
Fang Cheng breathed heavily, his chest rhythmically rising and falling.
Although the recent fierce battle hadn’t shown obvious signs of fatigue, it had consud a lot of his stamina.
Using Breathing Technique for a brief Breathing Control, Fang Cheng lightly flicked the dagger in his hand, shaking off the attached Blood Beads.
Then his eyes flashed slightly, looking at the light blue screen floating in front of him.
[You have accomplished a feat of slashing bullets with a blade, Blade Technique Skill Experience 60]
[Blade Technique Level 2 (267/500)]
Seeing this notification, a faint smile surfaced on Fang Cheng’s face.
Since participating in tonight’s treasure hunt, his Blade Technique Skill alone had accumulated over 100 Experience Points.
Had this been regular training, practicing for two hours each day, ensuring concentration, it might take more than a month to achieve the sa effect.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s heart stirred, then he skillfully switched panels to check other skill information ignored during the previous combat.
[Boxing Experience 95]
[Boxing Level 2 (431/500)]
[Sanda experience 70]
[Sanda lv2 (386/500)]
[Muay Thai experience 60]
[Muay Thai lv2 (149/500)]
[Jujitsu Experience 20]
[Jujitsu lv2 (217/500)]
[Tai Chi Boxing Experience 35]
[Tai Chi Boxing Level 1 (121/250)]
Looking at these glowing notifications, Fang Cheng’s lips slightly curved, filled with joy.
In less than one night, the acquired experience was ten to even dozens of tis more than usual practice.
Fang Cheng felt gratified, making his earlier efforts like a human-shaped T-Rex, fighting hard in hand-to-hand combat not in vain.
Actual combat is indeed the most effective ans to improve Skill Proficiency.
And the stronger the enemy faced, the faster the experience grew.
Each life-and-death clash accompanied by deeper mastery over physical Strength.
This sense of breaking through and growing in dangerous situations made his blood boil.
As he mused, a slight rustle suddenly ca from the shrubs not far away.
Fang Cheng’s gaze sharp as a knife, instantly alert, he stepped back in a flash, his whole body tensed into a defensive posture instinctively.
When he looked over, he saw Lin Chuqiao, Bai Ling, and Big Hamr slowly approaching him.
The three of them watched him with wide eyes, their faces carrying a hint of awe and shyness, seemingly unsure of how to greet him.
After all, having just gone through such intense and bloody killing, even knowing this "Human-shaped Ferocious Beast" opposite was their teammate, they couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy.
Both sides’ expressions were slightly awkward, just like that you looked at , I looked at you, montarily speechless.
At this mont, the mist scattered by the fist wind began to flow back again like a tide, gradually refilling the forest thread by thread.
In the darkness, their silhouettes beca increasingly blurred, exuding a mystifying aura.
Fang Cheng’s eyes slightly squinted, his gaze unintentionally falling on Big Hamr’s right arm hanging limply.
His heart moved, with the wealth of battle experience, he sensed sothing, then stepped forward.
"Your na is Big Hamr, right?"
Fang Cheng walked up to him in a few steps, glanced at his bloody arm, and said in as gentle a tone as possible:
"Your right arm injury is severe, I know a bit about dicine, let take a look."
With that, without waiting for Big Hamr’s response, he clasped both ends of his arm’s fracture.
Big Hamr just wanted to say sothing when a sudden sharp pain hit him, making him gasp, the words getting stuck in his throat.
"Relax a bit, don’t be tense, the healing process might be a bit painful, but it’ll be over soon."
Fang Cheng concentrated on observing the injury, manipulating while comforting him.
His skilled hands found the crucial point, calmly exerting force while skillfully controlling the severity.
Only crisp sounds of "crack" echoed consecutively, the misplaced, broken bones under his hands gradually aligned.
Finally, snugly fitted, like precise mortise and tenon joints seamlessly pieced together, restoring the arm’s original skeletal structure perfectly.
"Whoa!"
Big Hamr’s eyes widened, full of incredulity, feeling as if sothing magical was happening.
After a few seconds of daze, he tried swinging his right arm, then exclaid in delight:
"Wow, man, your skills are incredible!"
"My arm doesn’t hurt at all now and can move; I was worried about nursing it for days, you’re truly my great savior!"
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