"I don't mean anything else..." Daren explained helplessly, "but this fighting technique seems very powerful here because the power of our adventurers is restricted and we can only use physical strength. But once we go out and the battle energy is restored, the effect of any skill is much more useful than it..."

"I am really grateful for your willingness to teach me, but the holy war is imminent, so I should not waste time on it. With that skill, I might as well think about how to master my [Battle Qi Running] as soon as possible..." Daren murmured in a low voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The weird old man blew his beard in anger. "You actually said that my fighting skills are not as good as skills?"

"You are misunderstanding! Prejudice! Prejudice!"

"Listen, the fighting technique is to put it bluntly, an accurate judgment of the enemy's weaknesses, and how to maximize the use of one's own strength... Didn't you see it just now? Even that big guy, Bill, couldn't stand me kicking him lightly, because I understand the weaknesses of the human knees enough! And my legs are exerting force scientific enough!"

"Even a strong warrior like light is still a human being, and the human body is common! Learn my fighting skills and you will fight with other powerful adventurers in the future. Maybe you can get miraculous effects with a simple punch and kick. You will know when to use what parts, instead of just foolishly using the so-called 'skills' in the order of one, two, and three!"

"To be honest, many adventurer warriors are not worthy of being called warriors in my opinion. Warriors should be proficient in fighting and skillfully use weapons and fighting skills, rather than wielding big swords but not understanding sword skills, wielding axes but not knowing the axe skills... Once you lose your skills, you are all clumsy bears, which is also called warriors? Even a mortal swordsman knows how to fight better than you adventurer warriors!"

"Did Xia Zuo, the archer just now? In fact, among my standards, only he has barely entered the room with skills... Before becoming an adventurer, he was a bandit, and knew some fighting skills. After becoming a archer, he used his mental power. The archers are all very coordinated. The traits of mental power themselves are that they can better control their own muscles! So he could only avoid the first time he faced me..."

The old man was talking nonstop.

Daren was very helpless and finally found the opportunity to interject: "You are not an adventurer, you won't understand... I'm not going to fight with people next, but facing monsters..."

"I understand the skills you mentioned! I used to pay attention to skills when doing farm work in the village, but when facing monsters, skills are really more useful..."

"Take a lot of trolls everywhere some time ago as an example. Have you seen them? A five-meter-high body, half of the body covered with one fist. At this time, no skills can be used, and it is not as good as learning a [injury transformation] skill! Only the continuous fighting spirit can make me fight against trolls."

"As for now, I have lost my equipment and lost money, and I am still locked in the dungeon. The only thing I can do is to think through my latest skill [Battle Qi Pentium] as soon as possible, and then I hope to engrave another skill as soon as possible after I go out. This is the only way I can improve my strength a little in the near future!"

"As for your fighting skills, if it's okay, I'm happy to learn from you, but now, I really don't have time to leave this kind of thing that obviously needs to be carefully learned and practiced... Let me calm down, okay?"

After saying all this, Daren spread his hands helplessly and looked at the old man.

The old man blew his beard and stared at him, obviously because of Daren's contempt for his "unique skill". He gritted his teeth and looked at Daren for a while, and suddenly...

Dong!

An old punch hit Daren's eye socket!

"Let you not learn!"

"It's pretty talkative!"

"Make you look down on the old man's fighting technique!"

"I originally planned to let you go, but it seems that I have to teach you a good lesson! Let you know how powerful the fighting technique is!"

"Learn or not!"

"Do you learn? Huh?"

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A volcanic mountain belly, a narrow lava cave.

"Teacher... have you really forgotten that I am here?"

"I won't really die here..."

At the deepest part of the cave, a red-haired figure was sitting on the ground with weak strength, her lips turned white and her face was like gold paper, and terrible thoughts echoed in her heart.

Once again, Gene trembledly checked the supplies in his space walnuts, and the cruel reality once again put it in front of him: the food was exhausted!

There is still some water, and it will take about five days to fill it, but the food has been gone.

Her stomach was rumbling, and at this moment, there were more than forty lava stone people wandering in the narrow cave in front of the red-haired boy...

This is really desperate.

Gene tried his best to figure it out:

[My perfect-level vacuum arrow has been raised to its limit, or even exceeded its limit. Now two arrows can destroy a lava stone man, and 3 can be destroyed in a day!]

[I'm hungry, I can hold on for about three days at most, which means I can destroy 9 stone men... This is already the limit. If I go back, I'm so hungry that I don't have the strength. I'm afraid that the hit rate of the arrow will not be guaranteed...]

[In this way, there are thirty stone men... what should I do? Do I have to drink cold water and kill thirty stone men through lava with one belief and rush out of the cave? How is that possible!]

[Think about it again... there must be a way... The teacher will not give me a situation of death!]

Gene gritted his teeth.

After a while, he slowly stood up, clenched his longbow, and raised his arm solemnly.

"This arrow is the last attempt, to find that special feeling!" Gene said to himself, as if he was persuading himself, slowly pulling the bowstrings little by little, and the sharp silver arrow aimed at a lava stone man squatting on the ground in the distance, and then suddenly closed his eyes!

The so-called "that feeling" is a strange feeling that Jean has shot countless arrows in the cave for three months, only once, and he accidentally experienced.

That time... it seemed that when I shot out a vacuum arrow, the mental power attached to the arrow "sees" something helping to drive the arrow to fly, as if it were some small things with transparent wings?
Chapter completed!