Crash...
Looking at the stone tablet shattered into small pebbles on the ground, Tang En put away the axe with an expressionless face.
This axe was given to him by the old farmer, but now it has become the only thing that exists in Xiaoshi Village in this world.
Tang En secretly swore that when he caught Sethman, he would first use this axe to smash his bones piece by piece, and then chop him to death.
Tang En entered the killer system and said expressionlessly, "I want to be a killer."
Tang En was no fool. His rage had blinded him, leading him to rush to fight Sethman. But as he smashed the stone tablet, he regained his composure and realized that with his current strength, seeking revenge was sheer wishful thinking. For example, the scorched earth before him covered a vast area, even larger than the area of a bomb explosion.
To increase his strength, the only thing he could rely on now was the killer system. As for killing people? Then just kill them...
The old butler said with satisfaction: "Okay."
"I want the most rigorous training."
"As you wish!"
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"Ding, revenge mission begins. Objective: Kill Sethman. Mission time: unlimited."
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Following the old butler's advice, Tang En packed up his things, left the cabin and headed east along the road.
After all, no one knew whether Sesman's group would come up with something and come back to attack. If they found that the stone tablet had been destroyed, even the dumbest people would know that something had happened.
In the next few days, except for eating and sleeping, Tang En devoted all his time and energy to the system space.
He eagerly absorbed all kinds of knowledge, even learning the disguise and killing techniques that he had previously refused to learn. And because he had insisted on the most rigorous training, he was now tortured in space.
The old butler, dressed in a white coat and holding a scalpel, said, "As a killer, you must be familiar with every part of the human body, both inside and out. Although this is an unfamiliar world, from what I've observed over the past few days, the human body has remained unchanged. Now, I will show you how to dissect various types of bodies."
Tang En: "…"
"Most of the body's most vulnerable areas are in the upper body. The temples, the area between the eyebrows, the throat, and the heart are the most important, but they are also the most heavily defended areas. When these areas are difficult to attack, the aorta is also a good choice. Here, take this thigh first."
Tang En took the dismembered thigh with a slight tremor. He kept telling himself, "This is fake, it's all fake! Everything before me is an illusion, created by the old butler. Hang in there, you're going to be the king of assassins." But, damn, how could it be this realistic? It was all bloody and gory.
"Look, this is the artery."
It's all an illusion...
"You just need to make a light cut, and the fountain will come out."
It was all an illusion... Puff! Tang En, drenched in the "fountain," retreated in defeat.
"This is the age of cold weapons, so melee weapons are indispensable. And a dagger is a killer's best friend. Now, I'll teach you how to hold a dagger." The old butler demonstrated both forehand and backhand daggers in slow motion. "Don't take it lightly. The correct dagger grip ensures dexterity and sufficient force."
Isn't this easy? Can't I just copy it? Tang En imitated the old butler's gestures and grasped the dagger.
The old butler: "Are you sure you're holding it tightly?"
Tang En nodded.
The old butler flicked his hand, and Tang En's dagger was in his hand. He sliced horizontally, the dagger slid across his throat. Tang En cried out, his body disintegrating before reassembling a few meters away.
"You're already dead."
Tang En touched his throat with lingering fear and roared, "What are you doing?"
The old butler said calmly, "In this space, you are immortal. This is to deepen your impression, and this is just a friendly reminder. Next time you die, I will inflict pain on you from level one to nine, depending on the situation. Believe me, it will feel wonderful..."
When he said this, the old butler smiled, a rare smile. Of course, in Tang En's mind... what a perverted smile!
"Okay, one more time. Are you sure you're holding it tight?"
"Uh, grip...ah!"
Tang En wailed and his body collapsed again.
But this time, a deep pain reached the depths of his heart. After Tang En regained his form, he curled up and forced back the tears.
"You are so despicable! You attacked me..." The severe pain made it difficult for Tang En to speak.
The old butler said: "Congratulations, you have already begun to understand the secrets of the killer."
"What a joke, there's no such thing as a mysterious secret."
"Despicable and sneak attack!" the old butler said calmly, then beckoned: "Okay, stand up like a man, it's just a first-degree pain."
Tang En shuddered. Damn, is this just level one pain?
"Are you sure you're holding it tight?"
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Finally, after Tang En experienced three levels of first-level pain, the old butler reluctantly nodded in approval of Tang En's dagger-holding posture.
"Okay, now that you know how to hold a dagger, the next step is to use it. A dagger is short, so if it doesn't hit a vital point, its power is limited. As for where the vital points are, I've already taught you in the human body training. Dagger attacks generally include stabbing, slicing, poking, picking, and slicing. I'll demonstrate each one below. Your task today is to perform each move correctly a thousand times."
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Tang En spent a sleepless night. Perhaps you think swinging the dagger a thousand times is nothing, but the key lies in the word "qualified." The old butler demonstrated the dagger on the mannequin, leaving behind parameter data. Those who didn't match these data would be considered unqualified.
Tang En's initial swings were purely a matter of luck, but he gradually found his rhythm and his success rate continued to rise.
My arm started to feel hot, then sore, then numb, and finally completely lost all feeling. My mind also became foggy, and in the end, only the mechanical movement of my arm remained.
The dagger was drawn, hmm, it was too light...
Take out the dagger, pass.
The dagger is a bit heavy...
Take out the dagger, pass.
Take out the dagger, pass.
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Tang En, who was in a trance, didn't know that his dagger-wielding success rate was the highest at this time.
In the end, Tang En himself didn't know when he had completed the target. He only heard the old butler say "OK," and he replied "Oh" before collapsing to the ground and falling asleep.
In the following days, in addition to learning other skills, Tang En had to complete this dagger-swinging target once a day.
Finally, on the fourth day, Tang En couldn't stand the boring practice anymore and asked to learn the skills of using a dagger.
The old butler glanced at Tang En and said, "You are learning now."
Tang En said gloomily, "I'm not referring to these. I'm talking about moves and stuff like that."
"Oh? You've already mastered the basics of using a dagger?"
Looking at the old butler's calm eyes, Tang En nodded a little guiltily.
"Well, let's try using basic dagger techniques in combat," the old butler said, showing off his dagger. "You attack."
Tang Enliang gripped the dagger tightly, stepped sideways, bent his arm, and prepared to strike. Suddenly, he stopped and hesitated: "You are also immortal, right?"
The old butler curled his lips and said, "I don't think it's necessary to answer this question."
His calm tone revealed his strong confidence.
"Uh... he's really good at showing off," Tang En muttered to himself. He bent his arm and thrust forward, aiming for the heart.
"Too light," the old butler easily blocked Tang En's thrust, "A weak attack, after being deflected, what awaits you is... death!" The old butler's dagger suddenly accelerated and stabbed straight into Tang En's heart.
BANG, "Ugh!"
Needless to say, after reconstructing his body, Tang En felt the first-level pain again.
"Again." It must be said that after enduring enough pain, you can get used to it. Tang En cried out in pain, stomped his foot on the ground, and charged forward, stabbing the old butler's heart once more.
"It's heavy." A light voice.
The old butler simply moved sideways and moved behind Tang En. "Killing is also an art. Once you master strength and speed, you can make the opponent enjoy the pleasure of death they deserve..."
Tang En felt a chill on his neck, and seemed to hear a hissing sound of wind in his ears, and blood spurted out of his throat like a thin curtain.
It sounds really nice...
"Ugh..." The cry of pain came again, and the literary tone was instantly disconnected and awakened by the first-level pain.
The old butler clapped his hands, and the dagger disappeared without a trace: "Continue practicing."
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"Hold on, huh... hold on..."
In the space, Tang En was sweating profusely as he walked in the desert with a fifty-pound backpack on his back, one step deep and one step shallow.
Desert? Yes, the scorching desert.
Tang En's goal today is to reach the destination within three hours.
The old housekeeper said that this was a method used by special forces of a certain country to train strength and endurance.
But... damn, where is this destination? Why do I feel like I'm going in circles?
In fact, Tang En's feeling was not wrong. If you look down from a high altitude, the path Tang En walked can be drawn into an irregular ellipse.
"It seems that we still need some motivation." The old butler touched his chin.
Then, Tang En suddenly found a scorpion as big as a millstone behind him.
He swallowed hard, "Old housekeeper, you will not have a good death...Ah!!!"
The old butler opened a parasol in the desert and took a sip of iced wine. "You're quite energetic. It seems one isn't enough. Let's add a few more."
With a wave of his hand, three more big scorpions pounced towards Tang En in the distance.
"Damn it, old butler, I, I..."
"I was wrong!"
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