NOVEL NEXT Chapter 261 - 258: I am not the same person I was yesterday
Chapter 261: Chapter 258: I am not the same person I was yesterday
Bi Fang gripped a handful of shark teeth and stuffed them into a small hand.
Watching Danny head back home happily, even forgetting to use the bathroom, Bi Fang sighed in relief.
He had finally fooled the kid.
Standing in front of someone else’s fish tank in the dead of night without turning on the lights, if one didn’t know the reason, they would likely think that person was a bit off. Fortunately, this kid was only eight years old, and a handful of shark teeth had done the trick.
After determining his abilities, Bi Fang returned to his bedroom, used up all the remaining enhancement tickets, enhancement points, and the promotion tickets he had won in the lottery, and then drifted off to sleep amid a warm coziness.
The next morning, feeling incredibly refreshed and invigorated, Bi Fang looked out at the sunshine and happily opened the panel.
[Unique Binder: Bi Fang]
[Growth Age: 24]
[Height: 184cm]
[Mass: 79KG]
[Strength: 14]
[Physique: 15]
[Agility: 14]
[Spirit: 15]
[Status: Good]
[Enhancement Points: 0]
[Wilderness Points: 83]
Orange Tree Crown: Wilderness Hunter lv1
Purple Tree Trunk: Advanced Yoga lv1, Special Recon Soldier lv2.
Blue Tree Trunk: Pilates lv3, High-altitude Parachuting lv3, Tai Chi Traveling Dragon lv2, Archery lv1, Rock Climbing lv1, Biological Identification lv1, Swimming lv1.
Green Tree Trunk: Foot Orienteering lv5, First Aid lv5, Calisthenics lv3, Running lv3.
Special Talent: Beastly Instinct.
Spoils of War Skills: Wolf King’s Sense of Smell, King Fish’s Stomach, Biological Sensing.
Bi Fang was extremely satisfied with his gains this time.
The lottery prizes from yesterday included a few promotion tickets and a bit of enhancement points for spirit, but that wasn’t the reason for the collective upgrade of many skills; it was the “feedback” from the Wilderness Hunter skill.
This had to be the most significant leap in Bi Fang’s strengths to date.
In the past, whether facing a pack of wolves, prehistoric creatures, or even poachers, Bi Fang often had to pay a price, sustaining light injuries and barely managing to win, sometimes even exhausting himself.
But now, with the additions of Blue Tai Chi Traveling Dragon, Purple Special Recon Soldier, and Orange Wilderness Hunter, if Bi Fang were to revisit his past adventures, he was confident he could emerge unscathed.
To make a more current comparison, yesterday’s Bi Fang would have considered Mugalen a formidable opponent, but today, Mugalen posed much less of a threat to him.
The limit represented by the orange skill in human society was not to be taken lightly.
Of course, it wasn’t to say there was no threat at all, after all, Bi Fang was still competing within the realm of humanity.
Even a boxing champion, if caught off guard, could be injured by a child wielding a sharp blade; one should never be careless at any time.
Bi Fang sat up in bed, his bones cracking pleasantly as he stretched his body as much as possible.
At the same time, he lifted up his shirt and saw the clearly defined abs, the serratus anterior muscles which were barely lined before had now slightly bulged, with clear and supple lines, resembling shark gills. With each breath, they appeared extremely explosive.
Then lifting up his pant leg, the muscles on his calves had become more defined. Bi Fang made a rough estimate; the length of his tendons had grown from fifteen to about twenty-two or twenty-three, providing a feeling of being lighter, swifter, and more powerful in his jumps than before!
Bi Fang couldn’t resist performing a combination of moves. His body broke into a light sweat, and he felt energized; this enhancement could only be described with one word.
Satisfying!
It was mainly due to the continuous accumulation that led to the appearance of the orange Skill.
If he had not strived for “perfect” achievement in every task, he would never have reaped such a huge reward within half a year. If he just completed the tasks by the book, the emergence of the Orange Legend might have been indefinitely postponed, with the time requirement at least doubling.
Someone else wouldn’t have dared to undertake those hazardous side missions.
Now, Bi Fang could truly be considered a master of Wilderness Survival, not the slightest bit intimidated, even if a Bear Grylls or Grandpa De were to suddenly appear in this world.
After washing up, Bi Fang joined Barton’s family for breakfast in the living room, completely ignoring Danny’s excited expression about “having a secret between us, now we’re good friends” and just focused on eating his meal.
That’s what he said last night, but is yesterday’s Bi Fang the same as today’s Bi Fang?
Of course not.
Is there a problem?
No problem.
Not only Danny, but Mugalen and Barton too kept glancing at Bi Fang, feeling that there was something different about him today compared to yesterday. But they couldn’t pinpoint the difference; it was just a sense of danger, and nobody could guess the existence of a System that could increase someone’s strength overnight.
After thinking it over for a while, they could only attribute it to Bi Fang having had a good night’s rest, looking more vigorous than before, thereby creating an illusion of greater prowess.
After breakfast, Bi Fang still did not rush to contact the show’s production team but accepted the invitation from Barton and Mugalen to go hunting on the mountain, taking the two little ones along.
“Is it okay to bring them along?” Bi Fang looked at the two children playing in the back seat – he’d wanted to ask this yesterday.
“It’s fine, let them come out and gain some experience,” Barton said, waving his hand. “My car is bulletproof, and they won’t get out of the car anyway. Even if we come across a giant moose, it won’t be a problem. Besides, there’s not much in these mountains. I grew up here and know everything like the back of my hand. In the winter, there are just some rabbits and foxes, nothing else.”
Bi Fang nodded thoughtfully while examining the hunting rifle in his hand, his emotions fluctuating slightly.
Although the existence of system Skills ensured that he could shoot, and even be quite good at it, this was still Bi Fang’s first time hunting with a gun.
Charging the bolt is a man’s romance.
“How about it? The competition is in half a month, shall we have a little competition of our own first?”
Mugalen couldn’t stop polishing his beloved gun, looking at Bi Fang with a challenging expression. He’d been hunting at a friend’s place these past two days partly to take his daughter out but also to get a feel for the upcoming competition.
Winning the final competition would bring a reward of a whole hundred thousand US dollars!
A huge fortune!
All you had to do was participate in a ten-day wilderness competition and win the first place to get it.
“What do you say?”
Until now, Mugalen still thought Bi Fang was one of his competitors and saw him as the biggest threat, not knowing that whether or not he could win the final prize of a hundred thousand dollars depended on whether Bi Fang nodded his head…
“Sure!”
Bi Fang agreed, finding some stress-free hunting activities intriguing – a suitable way to relax after completing a mission.
Seeing Bi Fang’s agreement, Mugalen’s eyes lit up with excitement, having awaited this moment to reaffirm his image in front of his daughter!
Barton shook his head, cursing that damned competitive urge.
When the SUV reached the spot where they had encountered Bi Fang the day before, the two competitors alighted from the vehicle while Barton followed in the car.
As soon as they stepped into the wilderness, Bi Fang instantly felt that something was different.
His gaze swept over the forest, and in just one look, he spotted no fewer than three places suitable for setting traps. Analyzing both the environment and the location, he deduced which animals frequently appeared and what kind of traps would increase the success rate of the hunt!
He even noticed traces of two rabbits that had passed by; by following the tracks and scent, there was an eighty percent chance of capturing them.
Bi Fang’s eyelids twitched as he recalled the description of Wilderness Hunter.
A personal understanding and creation of survival skills transformed into a biological instinct.
Instinct, huh?
Bi Fang looked down at Mugalen, who was still searching for tracks, and a smile couldn’t help but form on his face.