piratefiction Chapter 45 Review and Improvement
Chapter 45 Review and Improvement
Fang Shuwen slowly withdrew his fist, the surface of which was stained with blood, it was unclear whether it was his own or the other person's.
He glanced down at the gray-clad man lying on the ground; his chest was caved in, and he was no longer truly dead.
"Phew, I never expected that in less than a month, I would go from being a complete novice to killing a Ming Jin martial arts master!"
Fang Shuwen sighed, then squatted down and began to search the gray-clad man's body.
Life is tough, so we can't let any opportunity to make money slip by.
Consider it compensation for emotional distress.
Soon, a leather wallet was pulled from the gray-clad man's waist. Upon opening it, one could find a dozen silver dollars and a yellowed piece of leather paper inside.
He took out the paper and unfolded it by the moonlight.
There were several human figures drawn on the paper, and next to each figure were tiny words written in small print.
"Is this a body-strengthening technique?"
In the dim light, Fang Shuwen saw words like "quenching," "copper skin," and so on.
In an instant, he realized that this was actually a body-strengthening technique.
Unfortunately, it's probably incomplete; it's just a fragment.
The timing is wrong; now is not the time for research.
Fang Shuwen folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket.
He continued searching the man in gray, finding only a packet of matches and half a pack of cigarettes.
He then pulled out a blue-covered work ID.
"Wang Jiu, Folklore and Antiquities Survey Department."
It really was them.
Lin Xiu politely took his leave, but then immediately sent a martial arts expert to intercept him.
What exactly is that Teng Snake scale?
What makes the investigation department take this so seriously?
Fang Shuwen pondered for a moment.
We have too little information to figure out the reasons behind it.
But this weighed heavily on Fang Shuwen's mind, given the current situation.
If Lin Xiu and the others found out that he was the one who took the Teng Snake scale and that he had absorbed the alien power within it, it would be disastrous.
I don't know what I'll encounter.
But as things stand, if this matter gets exposed...
Given the way the Folklore and Antiquities Investigation Department operates, he certainly won't have a good ending.
Therefore, it must not be known to anyone; it must remain a secret.
"Keep a low profile during this period and don't show anything unusual."
Fang Shuwen made up his mind, stuffed the work permit back into Wang Jiu's arms, stood up, and glanced around at the ruins.
The night wind blew in from the half-collapsed roof, carrying the stench of blood and the pungent smell of lime powder.
He bent down, grabbed Wang Jiu's ankle, and dragged him to the deepest corner of the ruins.
There was a dry well there, the opening of which was mostly blocked by rubble, leaving a dark hole that was barely big enough for a person to pass through.
Fang Shuwen pushed the body down into the well and then piled up a few rubble stones at the wellhead to make the scene look like a natural collapse.
After doing all that, he dusted off his hands, turned around, and disappeared into the night.
He did not return directly to the Zhao residence.
Instead, he wandered through the alleys of the county town seven or eight times, making sure there were no followers behind him, before heading towards the Zhao residence.
.......
The backyard of the Zhao residence.
The light was still on in Lao Fang's room, and through the paper window, you could see a hunched figure sitting at the table.
When Fang Shuwen pushed the door open, Old Fang was dozing off with his head down, nodding off.
Hearing the noise,
Old Fang suddenly raised his head, a hint of relief flashing in his cloudy eyes.
"Shuwen, you're back? Are you hungry? Hu Da saved some food for you, shall I heat it up for you?"
"I've eaten, Dad, you should go to bed early."
Fang Shuwen responded, went into the inner room, and drew the curtain.
He walked into the inner room and sat down on the bed. The glow of the oil lamp shone through the curtain, casting a dim yellow light on the blue brick floor.
Fang Shuwen took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
The battle just now, from being followed to turning the tables and killing the stalker, took only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
But only he himself knew the dangers involved.
If that bag of lime hadn't been able to hold Wang Jiu back even for a moment.
If the other party hadn't been careless and hadn't unexpectedly advanced to the Ming Jin level, it would have been fine.
So,
Lying in that dry well right now, he is probably the one himself.
"A martial artist with profound skill..."
Fang Shuwen looked down at his hands.
His palms were a size larger than before, his knuckles were thick, the muscles at the base of his thumb were bulging, and traces of blood and qi could be faintly seen under his skin.
He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.
It wasn't the crisp, clear sound of before, but a dull, rumbling sound, like muffled thunder.
A sound.
Only one sound.
The cracking sound came from the bones in the feet, waist, and shoulders all at once.
This is the true meaning of "three cracks in the bones," which brings strength to the whole body.
Fang Shuwen slowly loosened his fist and brought up the martial arts panel again.
The light screen unfolded before my eyes, and the words appeared like flowing water.
Name: Fang Shuwen
Attack: 10; Defense: 8; Health: 6; Spirit: 3
[Technique: Tengshe Fist (Mastery)]
[Special Effects: Snake-like]
Skill Points: 22
Fang Shuwen's gaze swept across the panel line by line, his pupils dilating slightly.
攻击从7跳到了10，防御从6涨到8，生命从5跃到6，精神依旧没有动静。
This upgrade, from mastery to mastery of the Tengshe Fist, brought a far greater attribute boost than any previous one.
The single attribute increased by three points. Although it's only three points, the strength has almost doubled.
Although I haven't tested it yet, based on my own feeling, it weighs at least 1,200 pounds.
My defense has improved by two points, and my skin feels much rougher to the touch, like touching cowhide.
"I don't know if it can defend against cold weapons."
Fang Shuwen thought for a moment and then picked up a small knife from the table.
Then I made a cut on my arm, leaving only a faint white mark without even breaking the skin.
Fang Shuwen was slightly taken aback, and then increased his strength.
The blade pressed into the skin, but still couldn't cut through it, leaving only a deeper indentation that quickly faded.
"Is this the effect of Defense 8?"
Fang Shuwen muttered something and increased the force again, using about 100 jin of strength.
This time, the skin was finally cut open, and a little blood seeped out.
Seeing this, Fang Shuwen sheathed his knife.
I have a better understanding now.
It wouldn't be so easy for an ordinary person to hurt him with a cold weapon.
As for firearms...
Fang Shuwen shook his head; that was something on another level.
Defense 8 still couldn't stop it.
"Life has only increased slightly, but the spirit remains unchanged..."
Fang Shuwen's gaze returned to the panel, and his brows furrowed slightly.
The mental attribute remains at 3 points. Apart from the time I comprehended the talent, it hasn't changed much in the subsequent upgrades.
Looking further down, skill points: 22.
"Hmm? This upgrade only used 15 skill points, less than the cost of going from proficient to master?"
Fang Shuwen was slightly stunned. According to the panel, the higher the martial arts level, the more skill points would be required.
But why did the increase actually decrease this time?
He stared at the numbers on the panel, his mind racing.
15 points.
It only took 15 points to go from proficient to master.
Previously, it took 20 points to go from proficient to expert.
"Could it be related to Zheng Gong's guidance today?"