Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 425 Breathing Hole

"Take a break."

Rean glanced at Lana, who was already showing signs of fatigue, and spoke up.

He never expected that, compared to himself who was "in poor condition (his highest-level Paladin abilities were sealed)," it would be Lana, who was already close to becoming a great warrior, who would approach her limit first.

I'm hungry!

Rean took out some dry rations and handed them to her. She took two bites and then stopped.

There were no complaints, no grievances, just a pitiful look at Rean, with crumbs of biscuit still dripping from his mouth.

Perhaps, compared to the fearless hero she once was, at least her palate has been spoiled by the cooks in the Suliman family.

"Here's a candy for you, use it sparingly." Rean rummaged through his food bag and finally found something that would do.

So, the girl immediately dropped the crumbs and started sucking on the candy with her little mouth.

The little guy puffed out his cheeks, like a squirrel, but a childlike smile sweeter than candy graced his lips.

Looking at the little guy, Rean felt a little more relaxed.

Candy is actually an essential item for many adventurers. It's very useful for replenishing energy per unit volume of rations. The sweetness can also calm the mind when you're tired.

The only downsides are that it's relatively expensive and not waterproof; it will be quite sensitive in humid environments.

Rean doesn't like candy, but he always carries some in his pocket. Every time he goes out, Suliman helps him prepare it. I just checked, and this time there are more than three times the amount of candy as usual, and many of them are more expensive and delicious. The wrappers are all colorful, which kids love. Someone probably saw through everything again.

"friend."

The little girl hesitated for a moment after eating half of the candy, remembering that someone had taught her that good things should be shared.

She gritted her teeth, opened her mouth, and placed the half-eaten candy on the tip of her tongue. Rean quickly shook his head; he wasn't that greedy. This was a bit too much.

"I really don't like sweets, but I have meat here."

As he spoke, Rean took two bites of the jerky, then watched as the little guy nodded repeatedly and continued to happily suck on the candy, as if afraid that Rean would actually agree.

Rean wasn't lying, but it wasn't that he didn't like candy; he just wasn't used to the taste of the candy here.

It seemed that the sweetness wasn't enough, and it was just a collection of inferior sweeteners without enough processing to produce a bitter taste, which made Rean really dislike it. But the locals didn't seem to be able to taste the bitterness in the sweetness at all.

The little guy ate happily, but it was also to make up for the energy he had consumed on the way.

The two people sitting on the rock had probably been walking for seven or eight hours.

The background wasn't a mountain of corpses or a sea of ​​blood, but rather a relatively warm resting area. The killing took place later, and the two had already honed their skills to a certain extent through actual combat.

"Looks like we won't be able to go very far today."

Rean was in good condition and barely felt any exertion, while Lana, though not seriously injured, was already showing signs of fatigue.

For a duo, this efficiency is already quite remarkable.

Reality is not a game; all-around professionals do not exist.

When hungry, one needs to eat; when thirsty, one needs to drink; when lost, one needs to find one's way; when encountering a trap, one needs to avoid it; when encountering a magic gate, one needs to study it; when injured, one needs to be healed; when tired, one needs someone to stand guard so that one's flesh and blood can rest, but...
"No wonder people say that monks are probably the only extraordinary profession that can go it alone."

Judging by rank alone, Rean is probably still only a first-tier monk, but with his massive amount of Qi, powerful flesh and blood, and most importantly, the possession state of the Heroic Spirit Wu, Rean can now probably be regarded as a monk at the level of a great professional (judging only by physical control, not combat skills).

"Feeling tired? A little meditation will do the trick."

"Be wary? No need. The rolling of the surrounding stones and the sound of animal footsteps are like thunder to the meditating monks."

"Hunger. Uh, I really don't feel hungry. A little bit of food can last me one or two days after I digest it completely. And even if I get really hungry, I can use my own flesh and blood to make up for it."

"Thirst is probably the only problem, but we can reduce our energy consumption by bringing more water. There are underground rivers and lakes here, and animals around that drink water, so there's really no need to worry too much."

"When injured, the monk's self-healing ability is more convenient and effective than that of the priest. The only problem is that food is needed after healing." It seems that as long as a normal amount of food is carried, monks can easily stay in underground ruins for ten times longer than other professions, and high-ranking monks (rank six or seven and above) can even save on food.

Monks are among the very few professions that can significantly extend their lifespan solely through their own training.

Of course, once a monk reaches that stage, it's hard to say he's still a person.
"The drawbacks are also obvious."

Rean swung his bare hand, producing a slight whooshing sound.

The seemingly powerful attack made him sigh.
"Friend, why don't you use a sword? Your fists are too tiring."

Lovely Lana revealed the truth in one sentence earlier.

The weakness of low-ranking monks—their lack of offensive capabilities—was fully exposed throughout the battles.

Rean's hands were stained red from his killing spree. His Dragonborn Fist, imbued with aura, was heavy and its short-term explosive power was no less than that of a sword, but aura is not limitless.

"Maybe I should get some good boxing gloves. No, that won't do any good."

The Mighty Gloves were already showing signs of damage, and if they continued to be used like this, they might be ruined. Rean also realized that the Mighty Gloves, which were a classic beginner set, were now a useless item for him.

Even novice monks don't have unlimited ki. In fact, advanced monks must also conserve their ki, since it is their life force. Excessive consumption will disrupt the balance of their self-circulation and may even damage their very foundation.

The fists of advanced monks are honed to resemble magical weapons, but the hand bones of novice monk Rean are broken several times along the way.

A knife strikes primarily injure flesh and blood, while a fist strikes a monster with steel bones, and it's hard to say who will be injured. Even if Rean is imbued with aura, he will still get hurt, and the pain further affects his attack power. A hammer that's only half-broken is unlikely to deal its full damage.

"If we could use Wu's soul-mind abilities..."

【Soul and Breathing Hole (Diamond): All things have life, all things circulate, and all things breathe】

Rean originally thought it was a directly destructive ability, similar to a famous one-hit kill. But in reality, it was indeed a destructive soul ability, but it was fundamentally different.

"First, you need to find the breathing hole."

This world may not have a so-called root, and an opponent won't deliberately mark a weakness. Blind Wu perceives the world in his own way—with his fists!
Professor Wu explained to Rean how to use his soul power; the principle was not difficult.

With your first punch, project your energy into your opponent's body, allowing it to flow along their meridians and pathways. This is your own energy, and you will naturally be able to gather information about your opponent.

Once you sense the opponent's "weakness" or "weak point," just deliver the finishing blow.

Of course, what Wu said is simple, but most ordinary people cannot do it.

The energy Rean injected into those monsters was either instantly swallowed up by their life force or exploded directly. At best, it flowed away in all directions, and Rean lost his ability to sense anything.

Rean realized that at his current professional level, he probably couldn't use this soul ability well.

"Uh, then why did he kill me with basically just one punch?"

Rean recalled carefully and realized that Wu's attack was actually a double strike. He had obtained the information the moment his skin made contact, and the moment his fist tightened again was the second attack.

"Wait, if one cultivates to the extreme, wouldn't it be possible to strike multiple times in an instant?"

Rean was somewhat tempted, but after testing himself with another target, he reluctantly gave up.

That poor, demonized wild boar was brutally beaten to death by him, without even being allowed to touch its so-called "breathing hole" once.

“Something’s still not right. He can punch the wall and the ground with the same amount of force. How does he do that?” Wu’s teaching method was too brutal, and Rean could only guess as he practiced.

After being questioned in person for the next time, Wu gave an answer.

"No breathing hole? Just make one."

"Give life to inanimate objects."

(End of this chapter)