Chapter 441: Chapter 263: Landing 2
Each time the Black Armored Fierce Ghost came to its senses, it was immediately restrained by a Kun Sha Seal, leaving it completely helpless and open to attack.
Fang Zhen sat astride his Red Hare Horse about six or seven meters away, watching the siege.
Fang Zhen watched as the Curse Sealers seemed to be toying with the Black Armored Fierce Ghost. But this wasn’t just a game—it was live combat training.
Many of the Curse Sealers surrounding the Black Armored Fierce Ghost weren’t experienced, front-line veterans. They were just rookies who had recently completed their training.
Now that Fang Zhen had brought potassium permanganate, the many skilled members of the Whig Society had managed to produce a large supply of blood-exploding potions. These were more than enough to deal with common Abnormal Ghosts, which no longer posed a significant threat.
Dangerous variants like the Fierce Ghosts, however, were being used as practice for newly-minted Curse Sealers.
Live combat, with the pressure of life and death, was the fastest way to forge a Warrior.
Fang Zhen watched the novice Curse Sealers coordinate, evaluating them in his mind.
He thought the skill level of these Curse Sealers was rather average individually, but once they formed a squad, their collective power increased dramatically.
This Black Armored Fierce Ghost, for instance, was stronger than any of the rookie Curse Sealers. Yet it was being completely suppressed by a barrage of Kun Sha Seals, unable to retaliate. This served as a bit of a wake-up call for Fang Zhen.
’Never underestimate low-level Transcendents. Even if they’re weak individually, with sufficient numbers, quantity can crush quality.’
Just then, an accident occurred among the Curse Sealers coordinating the attack.
The Black Armored Fierce Ghost was still staggering from a Kun Sha Seal when a Curse Sealer, sword in hand, lunged to strike at its throat.
But perhaps due to nervousness, his execution was flawed. The angle of his strike was off, and he used too much force. His blade slammed against the Black Armored Fierce Ghost’s exoskeleton and snapped. The broken shard went flying, startling the next Curse Sealer in line to cast a Kun Sha Seal, who had to duck his head to avoid it.
For a moment, the accident captured the attention of all the novice Curse Sealers.
The Black Armored Fierce Ghost had recovered.
With a ferocious howl, the Black Armored Fierce Ghost sprang up, leaping through the air toward the nearest novice Curse Sealer.
The Curse Sealer’s face went pale with terror. Those around him failed to react in time, and it looked as though the Black Armored Fierce Ghost was about to pin the rookie to the ground.
Suddenly, a streak of white light flashed through the air!
A long spear, thrown from afar, tore through the air with the roar of a cannonball.
In an instant, the spear pierced the skull of the airborne Black Armored Fierce Ghost, carrying its momentum through and pinning the creature to the ground.
Its brain pierced, the Black Armored Fierce Ghost twitched a few times on the ground before going still.
It was Fang Zhen who had thrown the spear.
Only then did the other spectating Curse Sealers cry out in astonishment.
Some even shouted their praises to Fang Zhen.
Fang Zhen had spent the last few days accompanying the Curse Sealer teams, hunting down aberrations. In just two days, he had already earned a great deal of fame.
Every Curse Sealer who worked with him said the same thing: Fang Zhen was merciless against the aberrations and always led the charge. His strength was astounding. Whenever an aberration was sighted, he was the first to rush in. His combat prowess was so immense that he alone was worth more than ten Curse Sealers combined.
Thanks to this performance, Fang Zhen had quickly built an excellent reputation among the Curse Sealers. Everyone praised his courage and decisiveness.
Only Fang Zhen knew the truth. It wasn’t that he harbored some special hatred for these aberrations. Rather, all of his skills needed to be upgraded, and one way to do that was through constant use.
Fang Zhen had also figured out the trick to using skills in this "Dungeon Life" game.
The core method for leveling up skills was to use them repeatedly in real scenarios within a "dungeon." Practicing on his own wouldn’t work—the gains were limited and weren’t recognized by the "Dungeon Life" game system.
But Fang Zhen had discovered a small bug.
In a scenario just like this one, if he constantly used his skills on Abnormal Ghosts—essentially farming them—it seemed his skills would level up as well.
It was just like grinding mobs in a video game to raise skill proficiency. The skill experience from fighting Abnormal Ghosts probably wasn’t much, but it was enough.
As a result, the Curse Sealers all thought Fang Zhen was incredibly formidable. Formidable people tend to become legends, and in a short time, Fang Zhen had already gathered many supporters and admirers.
Case in point: the young Curse Sealers before him, whose eyes were now filled with pure adoration as they looked at Fang Zhen.
"Sir, thank you! If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead," the young Curse Sealer he’d rescued said to Fang Zhen, his face pale and his body still trembling slightly.
Fang Zhen nodded slightly and offered some encouragement. "Everyone starts out like this. When I first set out on the path of Martial Arts, even fighting a few little green-skinned monsters would make my hands shake."
Seeing how approachable Fang Zhen was, even willing to share embarrassing stories from his past, the Curse Sealers were deeply encouraged. Far from looking down on him, they felt this was the mark of a truly great man’s character.
Fang Zhen rode over and pulled his spear from the head of the Black Armored Fierce Ghost.
He had brought a team of Curse Sealers to this island village to exterminate aberrations. He was currently in a village situated on a high slope, and the battle had taken place at its edge. From this vantage point, he could see all the way to the island’s coastline.
It was an overcast day; the sun hadn’t been seen at all. A chilly wind blew in intermittent gusts, and the dark, heavy clouds gave one a sense of impending doom.
