Chapter 434: Chapter 408: Stepping Through the Air

At this moment, Chen Shouyi was in a daze, his reactions sluggish.

He was hesitating whether to end it all by killing, but was discovered by the barbarians.

Five barbarians rushed at him chaotically, surrounding him tightly, their wooden spears and long swords all pointed at Chen Shouyi, not daring to be careless at all.

“Stop!”

“Throw the sword to the ground.”

“Despicable human!”

…

This group of barbarians had obviously suffered before and knew humans wielding swords were hard to deal with.

With the release of the new version of the Thirty-Six Body Tempering Exercises for over a year, almost all teenagers, with diligent practice, could not necessarily pass the swordsmanship test of a martial artist apprentice, but basically had the physical fitness of a martial artist apprentice.

At the same time, the number of martial artists also showed an explosive growth.

In the short span of a year, the number of newly promoted martial artists was almost the total of the previous twenty years combined.

Of course, the main reason for this was that, after twenty years of accumulation, there was a vast base of martial artist apprentices. Many old martial artist apprentices, unable to meet the physical standards, were stuck just before the breakthrough for a long time.

Now, with the release of the new version of the Thirty-Six Body Tempering Exercises with better practice results, these old martial artist apprentices accumulated over the years have all advanced one after another.

The number exploded.

Most human martial artists are full-time professional martial artists.

Martial Arts is their profession.

With more efficient training methods, more scientific, more powerful power-outlet methods, aiming to kill, far beyond the ordinary barbarians who struggle for food every day.

To use a vivid metaphor, it’s like the difference between modern professional soldiers and feudal era serf soldiers, even though the weakest barbarian physically is stronger than the newly promoted martial artists, one-on-one they can basically win.

This time, the tribe controlled by the God of Hunting moved out, most of them aren’t qualified warriors, ranging from twelve-year-old boys to white-haired old men. In recent days, many barbarians have died at the hands of martial artists scattered throughout the city.

…

At this moment, all the barbarians were treating it as a formidable enemy, preparing to take down this human warrior.

Unfortunately, what they encountered was not a martial artist apprentice, nor a human martial artist.

But a fierce beast.

Chen Shouyi glanced at the barbarians, emotionlessly drawing his sword.

Of course, his face was dark at this time, and the barbarians couldn’t see his expression.

The leading barbarian was immediately frightened and stepped back, then seemed annoyed by his cowardice, shouted angrily, thrust his long spear, and the other barbarians simultaneously coordinated and attacked.

The next moment, the action froze instantly.

The heads of the five barbarians rolled off their bodies and fell to the ground, blood gushed into the sky.

Listening to the sound of bodies falling behind him, Chen Shouyi didn’t look back, sheathed his sword, and quickly left.

“Killing a few ordinary barbarians, the God of Hunting shouldn’t pay attention, right!” Chen Shouyi thought to himself.

“What exactly is going on? Could it be that they heard me say to surrender, so decided to let me off considerately!” He pondered, then shook his head:

“It’s impossible, such a thought is an insult to intelligence, there must be something important happening for the God of Hunting!”

Chen Shouyi carefully avoided the patrolling barbarians.

He dared not be reckless at this time.

Having narrowly escaped death, still having lingering fears, he didn’t want to experience it again.

Such excitement was too much; his kidneys couldn’t take it.

On the road, he came across a suitcase, probably dropped by someone fleeing in panic. When he opened it, it was full of clothes and some cash.

He immediately discarded his dirty, ragged underwear.

He used his air imprisonment ability, took a few steps, and the dirt on his skin was immediately wiped away as if by a powerful, all-encompassing wash, leaving all the stains in the air.

His skin quickly returned to its original color.

He sniffed himself and found there was still an odor, so he used the snow on the road to scrub for a while.

The strange smell finally dissipated significantly, though it remained, it wasn’t as pungent as before.

He then changed into clean clothes.

…

The night was silent and cold.

Chen Shouyi hurried forward along the general direction.

A few minutes later, he looked at the farmland in the distance and found a serious problem.

He was lost!

Neither the place names on road signs nor the surrounding buildings were familiar to him at all; he had never been here.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

He remembered during the previous battle, when he was in the air and immobile, eventually using air imprisonment to rapidly descend to the ground.

“Maybe I can fly!” The thought startled him.

But it seemed, perhaps, probably feasible.

His heart pounded.

He tentatively stepped forward, and simultaneously, the air underfoot instantly solidified.

A circle of air waves erupted around.

There was a solid feeling beneath his feet, as if stepping onto a staircase, and before the first step landed, the second was immediately taken, the air waves rolling around.

His body began moving step by step in the air, ascending higher and higher.

Initially, he proceeded cautiously, slowly advancing step by step, fearful of making an error.

But quickly, he became more adept, moving as if on flat ground, his speed increasing.

Five minutes later, he was already a thousand meters in the air.

Chen Shouyi suppressed his excitement in his heart, if not for concern of the God of Hunting, he might have shouted out loud.

Strictly speaking, this wasn’t flying, but stepping in the air.

However, to Chen Shouyi, there was no difference between the two.

He looked down from above, overlooking below, and from this height, the entire city was fully visible, and he quickly found the direction of the Safe Zone.

He pushed off with a strong step forward.

The speed of running in the air wasn’t faster than running on the ground; instead, it was slower, at about half speed, around sixty to seventy per second.

But the feeling and style couldn’t be compared.

This was flying!

No more bicycles needed for going out henceforth.

Just like driving to work in the city is slower than riding an electric bike, sometimes getting stuck until you want to die, yet drivers still drive and rarely choose electric bikes.

The feeling is different.

But this way was too mentally exhausting.

Chen Shouyi only lasted three minutes before he had to come back down.

Once he landed, his body staggered like he was drunk.

He felt he might have overdone it, his mind becoming increasingly blurry, his concentration starting to falter.

He tried to view the attribute panel, which, as he expected, couldn’t be opened.

But since this had happened before when killing a demigod, Chen Shouyi wasn’t worried; it was a good thing. Every time this happened, the Book of Knowledge underwent a transformation.

The first time it was the Virtual Memory World.

The second time Faith Value appeared, and the hyper-god state after consumption.

He was somewhat looking forward to what would happen this time.

He grabbed some snow and rubbed his face, the cold snow water slightly invigorating his blurry mind.

The distant sporadic sounds of gunfire faintly reached him.

The smell of gunpowder smoke lingered in the air.

His heart tightened, he slapped his face hard, perked up, and quickened his pace toward the Safe Zone.

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