Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

The underground plaza was filled with people.

"I have an announcement to make."

Old Xia stood on the steps, taking a swig from his wine gourd. "This month's Guard assessment is canceled! Next month, everyone will participate in the martial arts assessment together! Zhou Bing, Tang Wen, and other hunting team members will also participate!"

After he finished speaking, he looked behind him.

A middle-aged man walked in from around the corner.

"Father, your, your hand?" Zhang Lin was initially overjoyed upon seeing the person, but then his body turned cold, and he became somewhat panicked.

There was some commotion in the plaza, but it quickly quieted down.

Tang Wen looked at Zhou Bing and his sister, his face grim.

The commander lost an arm; who knows how many other captains and team members were killed or injured.

Commander Zhang glanced at his son, not hiding his empty sleeve.

He looked around at everyone and said calmly, "In this war, we have lost many brothers and sisters. Of course, I am also crippled. Next month's assessment is not just an assessment of your martial arts progress, but also a selection! A selection of outstanding people to assist the Queen and the General in managing the camp!"

Whoa!

This time, even the guards couldn't help but stir.

Everyone discussed, some saying, "Has the situation deteriorated to this extent?"

Some were secretly clenching their fists, seeing it as a rare opportunity.

Tang Wen and Zhou Bing were the type to avoid trouble and had no ambition. They didn't care about the selection, but they were worried about the situation outside.

A cloud of worry couldn't help but hang over their hearts.

"Let's practice boxing together tonight!" Zhou Bing said calmly.

Tang Wen thought of something, "Sister Bing, are you going to break through?"

"Yes, I've accumulated enough."

During this time, Zhou Bing originally wanted to advance her relationship with Tang Wen.

Since his ability could restrain the Awakened's 'Doom Art,' it could definitely suppress my 'Curse of the Widow.'

Of course, to be safe, no engagement or marriage.

I can still call him Tang Wen, Little Wen, or Little Brother.

In short, we've shared a bed (at different times), he can't escape!

But unexpectedly, after arriving at the underground palace, Tang Wen's crazy enthusiasm for practicing Kung Fu unknowingly infected her as well.

Plus, with Tang Tang around, it wasn't convenient.

She had to suppress her thoughts and practice Kung Fu with Tang Wen every day.

As a peak martial artist, with combat power comparable to a half-step martial master, she felt that the threshold had recently loosened.

Having been a hunting team member for several months, Tang Wen already knew the difference between a martial artist and a martial master.

To put it in one sentence: can you use the 'Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist' in actual combat, anytime, anywhere?

Or, can you use the Cannon Fist's power to perform spear techniques, saber techniques, and other weapons.

You should know that for profound martial arts like the 'Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist.'

Learning it doesn't mean you can use it in actual combat.

Tang Wen had a deep understanding of this.

All in all, he had learned it for quite a few days, but every time before using it, he still had to sink his shoulders, sit on his horse stance, first enter a state of tranquility, then outline the visualization diagram, and then guide the power to his arm before he could blast it out.

After hard training, he could complete this set of actions in just two or three seconds, but two or three seconds is enough for the enemy to kill him several times in a life-and-death battle!

Therefore, after Tang Wen learned the Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist, he had been training and had never used it in actual combat.

Speaking of which, it's a bit like when he learned a lot of mathematical laws when he was in school, but he never used them in life.

Similarly, Zhou Bing was also in this situation.

She always used spear techniques to kill enemies and had never used Cannon Fist.

However, she learned Cannon Fist earlier and practiced it more skillfully.

In the evening, they practiced boxing until they were exhausted.

The two returned to their dorm, and Tang Tang was already asleep.

Zhou Bing came to Tang Wen's room and sat on the edge of the bed to exchange experiences in practicing boxing.

"Many leaders have said that they unanimously believe that the difficulty of Cannon Fist is how to quickly visualize the scene, how to evenly accelerate every picture outlined in the mind, and quickly exert force to punch!"

Evenly accelerate?

Tang Wen's mind flashed with the two-times speed screen when watching a movie.

If there was a mobile phone, it could be done.

As long as you can record the scenes in the visualization diagram.

Huh?

Wait?

I seem to be able to draw the scene, right?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Tang Wen's mind.

Anyone who has drawn villains in the lower right corner of books when they were in school knows.

If the villain on your book page only changes one action on each page, then the more you draw, the more the villain will move when the page is turned, and the comic will be more beautiful and realistic.

However, if you are lazy, and each villain's posture is different on each page, then when it moves, it lacks the intermediate transformation steps, just like accelerating!

This is uniform acceleration!

Tang Wen immediately jumped off the bed and rummaged through the cabinet.

Zhou Bing was stunned.

He only heard him say quickly, "Sister Bing, help me see if there is any yellow paper in our luggage."

"Yellow paper?" Zhou Bing didn't understand, but she still walked back to her and Tang Tang's room and took out a stack of rough paper: "Will this work?"

"Yes, it works great!"

"Is there a charcoal pencil?"

"Wait, there's coal outside."

Tang Wen took the long coal block, sharpened it with a dagger, and then sat at the table and began to draw.

Zhou Bing didn't leave, didn't ask any questions, and still sat on the edge of the bed, watching Tang Wen drawing seriously.

Hmm, the more I look at it, the more handsome he is.

Fireballs fly out, fireballs leave countless afterimages in the air, fireballs hit the mountain and explode.

Tang Wen used stingy ink to depict three pictures in the lower right corner of a stack of yellow paper.

"Sister Bing? Sister Bing? Is there something on my face?"

He touched his face.

"No. I'm thinking about you, uh, thinking about things." Zhou Bing, who was in a daze, hurriedly moved her gaze away.

Tang Wen excitedly showed her his newly completed masterpiece.

Turn the three pages one by one.

"What is this?" Zhou Bing looked at it for a long time, but didn't understand what it meant.

Tang Wen looked at it himself and was a little embarrassed. There were too few pictures.

Even if it moves, it doesn't have the effect of a comic strip at all.

"Uh, Sister Bing, wait a moment."

"Okay, no rush."

Zhou Bing gently picked up her handkerchief and wiped the non-existent sweat on Tang Wen's forehead.

The latter began to draw villains, a matchstick figure with a knife.

After a while, he drew a thick stack of paper.

In Zhou Bing's curious eyes, he divided the paper into two stacks, one stack of 16 sheets, put them together, and flipped them quickly.

The villain moved and practiced a set of Gale Blade.

The other stack of paper only had 8 sheets, put them together and flipped.

The villain quickly practiced a set of Gale Blade.

"This?"

The black and white apricot eyes of the Ice Beauty blinked.

Tang Wen flipped it for her again and again, comparing the two.

Zhou Bing immediately understood: "This is a shortcut to cultivating visualization!"

Her tone was filled with great shock.

"Well, I just thought of it."

"Little Wen, you are really a genius!" Zhou Bing's eyes were full of splendor, her excited body leaned forward, revealing a large area of ​​snow white on her chest, and she grabbed Tang Wen's arm with both hands, looking at him as if she were looking at some rare treasure.

"Cough cough, I'll draw the visualization diagram in more detail, the faster the flipping speed, the faster the scene moves!"

"Okay."

Tang Wen drew the picture, and Zhou Bing's moist beautiful eyes looked at him up and down.

After a stack of visualization diagrams was drawn, she gradually calmed down, looked at it back and forth for a while, and closed her eyes to visualize for a while before putting down the picture and said: "I want to retreat for a few days. Don't show this picture to anyone for now."

Tang Wen directly handed it to her: "It's for your retreat."

"Yeah", Zhou Bing looked at his lips, not thin or thick, and resisted the urge to kiss him. She turned around and left: "I'll apply for a retreat stone room. I'll talk to Tang Tang tomorrow."

"Okay! Don't be impatient."

Zhou Bing smiled slightly, walked to the door and opened it, suddenly turned her head again, and dropped a sentence: "Wait for me to come back."

Tang Wen was confused, only thinking that she was too excited because she was about to break through.

The next day, Tang Wen and his sister went to exercise as usual.

But Zhou Bing was missing by his side. Tang Tang was okay, but Tang Wen always felt that something was missing.

At night, he practiced boxing alone.

His punching speed improved, and he turned his head excitedly: "Sister Bing, I..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Wen touched his nose. There was no one around, and the entire underground plaza was empty.

Only the flames behind the glass were jumping.

If she's in retreat, it shouldn't take a few days.

He shook his head and continued to practice boxing.

Bang!

The wooden stake was blasted into sawdust.

[Skill: Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist, Beginner → Entry (1/1000)]

The boxing technique that had been stuck for two days has been upgraded.