Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Having done all this, he didn't linger any longer. He gave Agudo a slight bow and then turned and left the chieftain's bamboo house, which was filled with the smell of herbs and a sweet, fishy odor.

The sunlight had completely dispelled the morning mist, and the village was busier. Several players could be seen running around, seemingly doing various tasks.

Wu Feng ignored him and went straight back to the inn, leading out his chestnut horse.

He mounted the horse, gave the reins a gentle tug, and the chestnut horse trotted along, passing through the narrow stone path, past the curious onlookers, and out of the simple gate of the Miao village.

He didn't look back, but instead set his sights on a direction that led him further into the mountains, in the opposite direction from where he had come from.

That was the approximate location leading to Wanjie Valley, vaguely marked on the forum.

The mountain road was rugged, and the forest was deep and the grass was dense.

After riding for about half an hour, Wu Feng estimated that they were quite a distance from the Miao village and that the surrounding terrain was relatively secluded, so he reined in his horse.

He dismounted, led the horse to a clearing in the woods with a stream and plenty of grass, tied it to a sturdy old tree, and patted the horse's neck: "Rest here."

Then, he walked to the edge of the open space and found a bush near where poisonous insects spawned relatively densely.

He took out the newly bought extra-large earthenware jar that could hold five hundred poisonous insects, and the pair of leather gloves that were already covered in stains from his backpack.

"Fill it up first." Wu Feng put on gloves and pulled off the specially designed snap-lock wooden stopper at the mouth of the can.

Sure enough, the inside of the jar was also coated with the kind of medicinal mud that could suppress poisonous insects, and the smell was even stronger.

The arrest operation resumed. With the experience gained in the morning, and now focused solely on increasing the number of arrests, his movements became even more swift and efficient.

He doesn't discriminate against any poisonous insect that appears in his field of vision and matches the description of "possessing toxic essence" in the Five Poisons Gu Technique. He seizes the opportunity and strikes with lightning speed, grabbing the vital points and stuffing them into the jar.

The jars are very large; it would take 500 jars to fill them all, so three jars would make 1,500 jars.

This is not something that can be accomplished in a short time.

Wu Feng was completely immersed in this repetitive yet efficient work.

Grab it, put it in, cover it tightly, and then look for the next target.

The light in the forest moved slowly, with the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind as the only accompaniment.

The stains on the gloves grew thicker and thicker, and the fishy, ​​sweet smell mixed with the earthy odor almost permeated the fabric.

The sustained high level of focus and precise exertion took their toll, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Time passed little by little.

As the rustling and clanging sounds inside the jar became more frequent and muffled, until a scorpion was inserted and the space inside the jar felt somewhat "crowded," Wu Feng stopped.

He glanced at the jar; although the display showed it held 500/500, it was already full.

After pressing the wooden stopper firmly to ensure everything was in order, Wu Feng put the heavy jar into his backpack, filling the last jar.

Roughly estimated, it took nearly two hours from start to finish, and 1,500 were caught, which should be enough for training.

He straightened up and stretched his stiff shoulders and wrists.

Back at the place where the horse was tied up, the chestnut horse had rested enough and was leisurely grazing on the grass.

Wu Feng fed it some concentrated feed and water, and also took out his own dry food and water sac, quickly finishing his lunch and bringing his hunger level back above the safe line.

"Time to get going. I can practice my new martial arts along the way." Wu Feng mounted his horse, determined the direction, and continued southwest towards the location of Wanjie Valley.

Horses cannot run wildly indefinitely on rugged mountain paths.

After running for a while, he got tired and slowed down. Wu Feng then found a place where monsters spawned nearby, dismounted, tied the horse up, and began to practice the three third-rate martial arts he had just learned.

First, practice the Five Poison Palm.

The palm technique is ruthless, targeting the enemy's joints and acupoints. The energy circulation method incorporates a very faint trace of poison to guide the palm force, aiming to give it a numbing effect. The effect will be even better when combined with poisonous internal energy.

Of course, given his current level of skill, which is just beginning, the toxicity is negligible; the main thing is to familiarize himself with the moves and how to generate power.

They found a tough-skinned wild boar from the mountains to use as a target.

Wu Feng lowered his waist and stood on his horse, striking out with a palm according to the manual.

His movements were a bit clumsy, and his palm strikes were weak, but his basic arm strength was terrifying.

The wild boar was struck by a palm, let out a painful howl, and immediately collapsed.

[Five Poison Palm Proficiency +210]

[Five Poison Palm Proficiency +210]

The system keeps crashing. One wild boar after another falls, attracting new monsters.

Through repeated strikes, retractions, and breath adjustments, the level of the Five Poison Palm technique rapidly improved.

From beginner to proficient, and then to minor and major mastery... On the attribute panel, the values ​​such as arm strength and physical constitution quietly change with each breakthrough in realm.

Next up is "Rotting Bone Finger".

The finger techniques emphasize penetration and insidious damage, specifically designed to break through hard, external martial arts, aiming to penetrate a trace of cold, poisonous energy into the bones.

Wu Feng pointed his fingers like a halberd, repeatedly striking the monster.

As the technique is practiced and proficiency increases, a sharp and solid energy gradually condenses at the fingertips, increasing in power with each strike.

Finally, there was the "Scorpion Tail Whip Technique." I broke off a long, flexible vine, used it as a whip, and swung it around in the forest clearing.

Whip fighting emphasizes "deception, speed, and poison," with unpredictable movements, including whipping, coiling, sweeping, and striking, combined with unique footwork, making it highly effective against multiple targets or in mid-range entanglement.

Although they used rattan, they practiced the moves, their intentions, and their methods of generating power meticulously.

And so, the horse would rest and then begin practicing; once the horse was rested, it would continue its journey; when the horse was tired, the rider would practice again… and so on.

With the astonishing efficiency of gaining proficiency from his high comprehension and the constant supply of sparring partners, the three newly learned third-rate martial arts skills allowed his skill level to climb at a visible speed.

As the sun gradually set in the west, bathing the mountains in a warm golden-red hue, Wu Feng had just pierced the head of an armored centipede with a "Bone-Corroding Finger" strike. The familiar sensation of penetration came from his fingertip, and a final insight into the application of insidious finger techniques flooded his mind.

【Corroding Bone Finger (Great Perfection). Finger technique damage +18%, internal energy +12. The finger technique inflicts a slight "Corrosion" effect, which can slightly erode the target's protective qi or hard defense.】

The other two martial arts skills also reached the pinnacle.

The Five Poison Palm technique at its peak grants +20 to arm strength and +15 to constitution, and its palm power has a slight "paralysis" effect.

The Scorpion Tail Whip Technique has reached its maximum level, granting +18 to arm strength and +15 to agility. When using soft whip-type weapons, attack speed and unpredictable changes are slightly increased.

The three martial arts skills combined gave him an additional 38 points of arm strength, as well as corresponding bonuses to constitution, agility, and internal energy.

The numbers on the properties panel jumped up a little more steadily.

"That's about enough." Wu Feng stopped his stance and slowly exhaled.

I glanced at the sky; the sun was already half-set, and the outlines of the distant mountains were beginning to blur.

Looking at the map and making a rough estimate, it's still quite a distance from the town; I probably won't make it tonight.

Without further hesitation, he led his horse to find a suitable campsite nearby.

Soon, they found the ideal spot in a sheltered recess in the mountainside.

The ground is relatively dry and flat, far from monster spawn points, and the field of vision is also fairly open.

He tied the chestnut horse to a sturdy stone on the inside of the depression, and gathered dry branches and fallen leaves from the surrounding area, piling them into a small heap.

He took out a tinderbox and skillfully lit a campfire.

The orange flames leaped up, dispelling the chill and dampness that quickly filled the mountains at dusk, and illuminating the small temporary campsite.

Wu Feng sat down by the fire, took out some dry rations from his backpack—a hard bread and some dried meat—and ate them slowly with hot water.

A virtual feeling of fullness arises, and the hunger level stabilizes within a safe range.

He checked his surroundings and found nothing unusual except for the sound of the wind and the occasional distant roar of a beast.

The campfire crackled, and the chestnut horse quietly chewed its fodder behind them.

After confirming that the environment was temporarily safe, Wu Feng had a thought and chose to exit the game.