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He stopped and began clearing the area in a loop.

With his overwhelming stats, he was quite unrestrained in luring monsters.

He often pulls in three or four level 7 bandits at once, his gun flashing like the wind, stabbing, sweeping, picking, and circling, his basic moves becoming more and more refined in actual combat.

Even if he is occasionally hit by an attack, his 36 points of constitution provide him with sufficient defense and 360 points of health to withstand it.

Copper coins poured into the account, and occasionally a piece of white equipment would drop.

Is it boring? A little.

But watching the proficiency bar rise rapidly and feeling the attribute boost brought by each breakthrough in realm, this real sense of becoming stronger overshadowed all the repetition.

After killing one batch, he would change his stick.

He took a long hardwood stick from his backpack and held it in his hand. The way he used the stick was different from how he used a gun, and he needed to readjust.

But with his superior arm strength, even the simplest sweeping motion can deal over 100 damage.

-107! -112!

The stick flashed, and the bandits were sent flying backward.

[Basic staff technique proficiency +126.]

Both have seen soaring prices.

He continued to fight monsters in this deserted forest clearing, alternating between his gun and staff.

Time passed quietly, the sun rose higher, and dappled light and shadows were cast through the woods.

As Wu Changfeng pierced the throat of the last level 7 bandit with his spear, a system notification simultaneously appeared:

[Basic Gun Techniques (Perfect 10126/10000)]

[Basic Staff Techniques (Perfect 10126/10000)]

Finally, it's full.

He stopped what he was doing, propped his long stick on the ground, and breathed slightly.

Sweat had already soaked through his coarse cloth clothes. His arms were sore and swollen from wielding heavy weapons for a long time, but his spirits were unusually high.

"promote."

First, improve your marksmanship.

The true energy in the dantian seemed to be drawn, automatically separating a strand that surged along the meridians of the arm to the hands.

The iron-tipped spear in his hand trembled slightly, and a faint white light appeared at the tip of the spear—though it was fleeting.

An even greater surge of heat washed over his entire body, especially his arms and back. In his mind, the imagery of guns flashed, and basic techniques such as thrusting, stabbing, parrying, and circling were repeatedly broken down and combined, giving rise to countless subtle variations and applications.

Ultimately, all methods converge into a fundamental principle, settling into an imprint-like instinct.

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your Basic Gun Techniques have reached the highest level—Great Perfection!]

[Basic Gun Technique (Mastery). Strength +25, Constitution +5. When using gun-type weapons, damage +18%, attack range +10%, with a certain chance to inflict a "Penetrating" effect (damaging multiple targets in a straight line).]

Before the heat subsided, Wu Changfeng immediately chose to improve his staff skills.

Another, thicker, more stable heat rose from the soles of the feet, flowed down the legs into the waist and abdomen, and then spread to the arms.

What comes to mind is the powerful image of sweeping across the land with a staff and splitting Mount Hua with force.

Sweeping, chopping, thrusting, parrying... the essence of basic staff techniques has been refined and sublimated, transforming into a state of being as steady as a mountain and as explosive as thunder.

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your Basic Staff Techniques have broken through to the highest level—Great Perfection!]

[Basic Staff Techniques (Grand Perfection). Strength +22, Constitution +8. When using staff-type weapons, damage +15%, parry efficiency +20%, with additional bonus against lower body attacks.]

The two streams of heat merged and subsided within the body.

Wu Changfeng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The breath lingered, forming a straight white line in the air that lingered for a long time.

He felt the changes within his body.

The strength in my arms has reached a new level.

It's not just about increasing arm strength; it's about a sense of control that allows you to transmit power to your very extremities—whether it's the tip of a spear or the head of a staff, you can transfer all your strength without any hindrance.

He opened the panel and looked at the latest attributes:

【臂力：18（基础）+75（剑拳掌刀）+25（枪）+22（棍）= 140】

【根骨：18+5+3+10+5+8 = 49】

[Agility: 18 + 13 = 31]

[Internal Strength: 20]

140 points of arm strength!

Wu Changfeng clenched his fist, his knuckles making a crisp popping sound.

He picked up a fist-sized boulder and exerted force with his five fingers.

"Click—"

The surface of the stone was instantly covered with cracks, and he crushed it to pieces.

Pebbles slipped through my fingers.

He looked at his palm, a sharp glint in his eyes.

It's time to test its power.

As he was preparing to continue clearing towards the mountain temple, a violent roar suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest ahead.

"Which blind bastard dares to run wild on my turf?!"

Heavy footsteps thudded through the bushes, which were violently pushed aside.

A burly, one-eyed man with a hideous scar on his face stepped out.

He wore tattered iron-plated leather armor and carried a heavy, demon-headed broadsword with dark red bloodstains on the blade.

The deep red lettering above was exceptionally eye-catching:

【Scarface, a minor leader in Black Wind Pass (Elite)】

[Level: 9]

Scarface's one eye swept across the open space, seeing the corpses of bandits scattered all over the ground, and then seeing Wu Changfeng standing with a stick in his hand. His eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"Little brat, is that you?" The voice was hoarse like a broken gong.

Wu Changfeng remained silent, holding the long stick horizontally in front of him while quickly observing the surroundings.

The opponent's aura was far stronger than that of ordinary bandits, and the ghost-headed broadsword looked incredibly heavy.

A level 9 elite, with an estimated HP of over 1000, and absolutely terrifying attack power.

We must not be careless.

"You're asking for it!" Scarface roared when he saw him remain silent, and strode over!

Extremely fast! Its heavy body burst forth with astonishing sprinting power, covering more than ten meters in just a few steps. The ghost-headed broadsword was raised high, and with a piercing sound of air being torn apart, it slashed fiercely at the head!

With the force of thunder!

Wu Changfeng did not take the direct hit. He slid to the side, his body moving like the wind, and darted to the left.

"boom!!"

The blade slammed down on the ground, sending shards of stone and dirt flying, carving a trench half a foot deep into the earth.

The strong wind alone made Wu Changfeng's cheeks sting.

Such incredible power!

Scarface cleaved in mid-air with his blade, then without pausing, he flipped his wrist and swept the blade horizontally, cutting down on the waist!

Wu Changfeng took a half step back, raised his long staff, and blocked the attack.

"clang!!!"

The deafening clang of metal against metal made one's eardrums tingle.

The staff shook violently, and Wu Changfeng felt a numbness in his arms and lost his footing, taking two steps back.

-68!

A damage number appeared.

Just by blocking, I lost 68 points of health!

Its attack power is truly terrifying!

Scarface, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of blade strikes like a storm.

Each cut was powerful and heavy, with the ruthless intent to chop a person into mincemeat.

Wu Changfeng stopped blocking directly and used his speed advantage from his 31 points of agility to constantly move around and dodge.

Occasionally, the long stick would be thrust out, aiming at the scarred man's wrists, joints, and other vital points, forcing him to defend or change his moves.

-89! -93!

His counterattack could also deal decent damage, but Scarface's health bar was extremely thick, and this damage only caused the health bar to move slightly.

We must find a flaw.

While dodging, Wu Changfeng calmly observed the situation.

He discovered that although Scarface was powerful, his moves were wide and sweeping, and the interval between each full-force slash and the return to the starting position was slightly longer than with a normal attack.

That's it!

When Scarface's powerful vertical slash missed again, and his old strength was exhausted while new strength had not yet been generated, Wu Changfeng moved.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, his long staff swung like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, a fierce thrust aimed straight at Scarface's one eye!

Scarface instinctively turned his head to dodge, the tip of the stick grazing his cheek and leaving a bloody mark.

Wu Changfeng wanted this moment of visual distraction—to make him drop the stick!

With his left hand loosening its grip on the staff and his right hand holding the end of the staff, he spun around like a top, using centrifugal force to swing the staff like a hammer and deliver a powerful horizontal sweep that slammed into the outside of Scarface's right knee!

-211!

A shocking burst of damage!

Scarface screamed, his right leg buckled, he knelt on one knee, and lost his balance.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Wu Changfeng discarded the stick and reached into his backpack—pulling out a willow-leaf knife.

A flash of light!

The power of the basic sword technique at its peak was fully unleashed under the drive of 140 points of arm strength.

Although it was just a basic knife, it was as fast as lightning and as heavy as a collapsing mountain in his hands at this moment!

-198! -224! -203!

Three consecutive scarlet numbers shot up! Every strike was swift and brutal!

Scarface's health bar visibly plummeted.

He roared and tried to swing his knife in retaliation, but his injured right leg slowed his movements.

Wu Changfeng gave him no chance at all. The sword flashes were like a waterfall, continuous and unending.

Thrust, chop, and flick—these three simplest basic techniques have now become death warrants from the King of Hell.

Seven cuts.

Scarface's roar abruptly ceased, the Ghost Head Greatsword clattered out of his hand, and his massive body crashed to the ground like a collapsing mountain, kicking up a cloud of dust.

[System Notification: Killed Scarface (Elite), a minor leader in Black Wind Pass. Gained 800 experience points.]

A beam of golden light shone down, and the level increased to level 10.