Having finished lunch, Luo Feng donned his combat uniform, equipping eight Level 6 throwing knives and two Level 9 throwing knives in the sheaths on the outside of his legs. With his hexagonal shield and battle blade strapped to his back, Luo Feng left the Warrior Supply Base.

Today, the sky was overcast.

"The weather is quite cool." Luo Feng didn't even draw a weapon, merely striding through the wilderness. A stretch of desolate land ahead, perhaps once fertile fields, was now overgrown with weeds after decades; Luo Feng followed a path where the grass was shorter.

After traversing the wildland and walking rapidly along the dilapidated highway for over half an hour, he arrived at County Town 0231.

"Pfft!"

Luo Feng sliced the tail off a Tiger-Mastiff, retrieving the tendon and tucking it into his backpack. Though the journey from the supply base to the county town was barely a hundred li, Luo Feng had already slain over ten low-level Beast Soldier class monsters.

"Free sparring partners every day, and I get paid for it. Where else can you find such a deal?" Luo Feng smiled faintly, walking through a decaying residential complex. This desolate neighborhood concealed numerous monsters. Luo Feng looked up and immediately spotted a monster on the third floor of a residential building ahead.

"Time to formally begin training!"

Luo Feng suddenly pushed off the ground, the resulting boom cracking the cement beneath him as he shot forward like a cannonball directly toward the balcony on the third floor.

The days of slaughter had begun!

...

Time flowed day by day. Since Luo Feng had been hiding out long-term in County Town 0231, the monsters within the town suffered greatly. Luo Feng didn't kill them outright like other monsters; instead, he sparred with them first, using the monsters as practice partners before finally delivering the finishing blow! Each time, Luo Feng returned to the supply base with a bulging pack full of crucial monster materials.

Wang Wei at the supply base was also astonished by Luo Feng's efficiency.

The third day of Luo Feng's training.

"Hmm, looks like you killed 198 monsters today, a dozen less than yesterday, and most of them were high-level Beast Soldiers. I'll make up the difference for you; that's 1.5 million. How about that?"

The seventh day of Luo Feng's training.

"Damn, Luo Feng, you’re insane! 210 kills again today? Okay, I'll count that as 1.6 million! We're not new to this transaction, brother. Let me tell you, killing ordinary Beast Soldier monsters isn't that easy! Beast Soldier monsters usually travel in packs. You can’t always have it so smooth, can you? Be careful not to get surrounded by a horde."

The sixteenth day of Luo Feng's training.

"Madman, today was average, only 182 kills? But the material quality is good; I see some snake-type monsters too. Alright, I'll give you 1.5 million."

The twenty-first day of Luo Feng's training.

"Madman, tell me, have you found a specific location where only lone Beast Soldier monsters appear? And after you kill one, another one pops up quickly?"

...

The Warrior Supply Base was only so large; secrets couldn't be kept. Stories about Luo Feng soon circulated throughout the entire base—a lunatic obsessed only with killing ordinary Beast Soldier monsters to earn money! The principle was that quantity could compensate for quality; perhaps one low-level Warlord could be worth over ten million, but a thousand high-level Beast Soldiers could equal that value.

However—

Killing a thousand high-level Beast Soldiers was significantly more difficult than slaying a single low-level Warlord!

This was because Beast Soldier monsters rarely acted alone; they mostly operated in groups.

"That crazy Luo Feng, he’s too brutal when killing Beast Soldiers. How does he manage to kill so many every day?"

"Who knows? If someone knew that secret, they wouldn't dare reveal it. But I heard he earns over a million, nearly two million a day. If he keeps this up, he could make fifty to sixty million in a month! In a year, that's five or six hundred million. That rivals a capable Warlord level expert."

"Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, killing Beast Soldiers relentlessly every day? No human could endure that."

"I don't know. But that madman has kept this up for over a month already."

Discussions about Luo Feng were endless within the supply base.

For Fighter level warriors, they envied Luo Feng immensely because Fighter level warriors had poor earning potential. One must know that even high-level Fighters like Zhang Zehu and Wei Qiang only earned about fifty to sixty million a year. For low or mid-level Fighters, earning ten million annually was considered good. Yet, Luo Feng earned fifty to sixty million in a month!

Insane!

Of course, for Warlord level warriors, it was merely a matter of brief astonishment; they wouldn't waste their time on such an endeavor.

For the God level powerhouses who occasionally visited the supply base, they could only sigh: "This young man is truly determined to the point of madness. Interesting."

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November 29, 2056. The sky was overcast, and a fierce wind howled.

Inside the ground floor of a supermarket mall, dozens of gigantic One-Horned Wild Boars roared continuously as they besieged a young human male in the center. The cacophony of roars echoed throughout the supermarket, and some shelving units had long been smashed to pieces. The One-Horned Wild Boars were completely frenzied, attacking relentlessly!

The human youth wielded his hexagonal shield in one hand and the Blood Shadow Battle Blade in the other. He moved so swiftly, darting around like a swallow weaving through flowers, that faint, blurry afterimages appeared.

One word described it: Fast!

"Strike!"

Luo Feng, who had been evading, suddenly moved his Blood Shadow Battle Blade. At this moment, there was a faint hint of thunder—or rather, the sound produced by the air vibrating as his blade speed reached a certain threshold. Every strike precisely sliced across the neck of a One-Horned Wild Boar. Coupled with his footwork, the power was astonishing.

Although there were many One-Horned Wild Boars, only two or three could attack Luo Feng simultaneously.

Moreover, whenever he killed one or two, Luo Feng always managed to use the corpse of the fallen monster to find an opening, thus avoiding being crushed by the horde. This precise control over spatial gaps was something most Warlord level warriors could only dream of achieving.

"Splash!"

The blood of the One-Horned Wild Boars sprayed out like tap water. In just a short while, more than half of the dozens of boars were dead, and ten or so others, sensing the unfavorable situation, turned tail and fled.

"These aren't good enough; they aren't high-level Beast Soldiers. Not worth much." Amidst the corpses of the fallen One-Horned Wild Boars, Luo Feng selected nineteen high-level Beast Soldier monsters, slicing off their horns and placing them into his backpack. "One high-level Beast Soldier horn will sell for about 8,000 yuan to the Underground Alliance."

As for the remaining boar carcasses, Luo Feng couldn't be bothered with them.

Actually, Luo Feng didn't particularly favor collecting the horns of the One-Horned Wild Boars because the horns were quite heavy and the price was only average. The backpack had limited space, after all. Thus, Luo Feng was selective about the materials he collected; the actual number of monsters he killed daily exceeded three hundred.

There was no helping it, considering how rapidly those pig and dog-type monsters reproduced.

Leaving the blood-soaked supermarket, Luo Feng arrived at the rooftop of an ordinary six-story residential building and sat down to rest.

"After over fifty days of grinding, my movement technique can finally be considered 'Subtle Grade'," Luo Feng summarized. His daily training wasn't purely focused on slaughter. Every time he engaged a small monster group, Luo Feng would first focus on movement technique training before delivering the killing blows.

Even so, Luo Feng's efficiency remained high.

Of course... during these fifty days, Luo Feng had also encountered more than twenty crises. After all, the roars during the killing process occasionally attracted more monsters. Facing the frenzied charge of hundreds or even over a thousand monsters, Luo Feng could only rely on his spiritual force to make a messy escape!

It could be said that without his spiritual force, Luo Feng would have probably died more than twenty times!

But it was precisely because he possessed spiritual force that Luo Feng could train his movement technique so maniacally. Over eight hours a day, besieged by waves of attacking monsters! Luo Feng's efficiency in honing his movement technique meant that one day of his training surpassed a month of cultivation for an average warrior in the Wilderness Area. And how many times a year did an average warrior enter the Wilderness Area?

After these fifty days of training, combined with the Flowing Light Movement technique from the Nine Levels Thunder Blade, Luo Feng had finally managed to barely step into the 'Subtle Grade.'

"Movement technique reached Subtle Grade."

"Yet, my blade technique remains only the first level of the Thunder Blade," Luo Feng had constantly tried to unleash two more layers of latent force, but alas, he could only manage one extra layer of latent force on top of the base attack! However, his degree of precise control over his physical power had increased by countless times. One must realize...

In these fifty days, the number of monsters Luo Feng killed totaled over ten thousand!

Over ten thousand! Perhaps the vast majority of warriors wouldn't kill this many monsters in a lifetime. Such a massive number was what forged Luo Feng's precise, clean, and crisp blade technique!

The greatest contribution of these fifty days to Luo Feng was experience: the experience of combat between life and death, and that astonishing calmness and judgment! He could now calmly find opportunities amidst mortal danger and then strike! This ability was something every Subtle Grade cultivator was certain to achieve.

"It’s five in the evening now; time to head back."

Luo Feng glanced at his communication watch, hoisted his backpack, and leaped directly off the rooftop...

Moments later.

Walking along the highway, Luo Feng was in good spirits. Suddenly, he sensed a faint vibration behind him and turned his head. In the distance to the north of the highway, three figures were fleeing in panic, sometimes running, sometimes leaping ten meters. These three figures were moving incredibly fast!

"The ones running ahead... is that Wan Dong?"

Luo Feng recognized one of the three fleeing in disarray at a glance—it was Wan Dong, the only one who could rival him during the Warrior Practical Combat Assessment!

Behind them was a dense, black mass of monsters. Each monster was only about thirty centimeters tall, slightly larger than a human hand, but this tide-like swarm of tiny monsters had caused Wan Dong and his two companions to discard their battle blades and shields, fleeing for their lives!

"A Rat Tide?" Luo Feng started. A Rat Tide, also known as a Rat Plague, was fatal even to God level powerhouses if they were completely enveloped by the endless swarm!

———— Three chapters complete! .