Chapter 92: Usage

"Hoo-bang!"

The thick, tough palm wrapped in dense body hair slammed down like a palm-leaf fan.

Yet it only landed on air.

The black-haired figure who had been standing before the Hobgoblin just a moment ago suddenly blurred for an instant.

The whole person immediately moved a large distance backward.

This caused the chest that should have suffered a heavy blow from the enemy to remain intact, not even suffering the slightest scratch.

He even had energy to spare, taking advantage of the Hobgoblin's post-attack recovery time.

He gripped the iron-grey greatsword in his hand, the tip of the sword lightly touching, the blade surface slightly brushing.

He left a bleeding wound on the waist and abdomen of the opponent, who was bulging with solid muscles.

"ROAR!!!"

The beast roar, filled with anger, seemed to set off an invisible sound wave in the air, echoing and reverberating between the stone walls.

The frost-white fine fur swayed slightly under the vibration of the sound wave, and the ice-blue eyes reflected the two figures on the field.

Fugang did not deliberately restrain his presence, but he did not actively interfere with the battle between Xia Nan and the Hobgoblin.

He just stood silently and quietly in the corner of the cave like an ice-thorn totem.

One could vaguely see, accompanied by the rise and fall of his chest, his long, slow, and steady breathing.

Strands of shimmering frost-cold mist brushed through the air, sticking to the surface of Xia Nan's body, seeping into his pores, and soaking into his muscles, tendons, and bones.

The biting ice wind from the distant North helped this young man, who had lived in the heart of the continent since childhood, regulate his body temperature, feel the details of his bone and muscle movements coldly and clearly, and subtly guided his movements when casting combat techniques toward the most standard and correct direction.

In his line of sight, the black-haired youth tried using the combat technique he had only practiced for a short time again, dodging the enemy's leg whip.

And using the body inertia after the displacement, he topped his left arm shield in front of him, taking advantage of the momentum to smash into the Hobgoblin, making the opponent almost lose his center of gravity and fall backward.

Imperceptibly, Fugang nodded gently.

The reason he chose to teach 【Tooth Hunt】 to Xia Nan.

The half-elf mother had been his teammate when she was young, and he owed a few favors during their adventures.

Now that the other's offspring was entrusted to him, he naturally had to complete it with all his heart.

And Xia Nan's combat style happened to be suitable.

This was one aspect.

The other aspect was because of the characteristics of the 【Tooth Hunt】 combat technique itself.

Just like the same standard one-handed sword, the power it could exert in the hands of an ordinary adventurer versus a legendary sword saint was worlds apart.

On the surface, 【Tooth Hunt】 seemed to be just a simple and pure displacement combat technique.

Evading attacks, closing or widening the distance between oneself and the enemy, seemed to be its entire purpose.

But in reality, precisely because of its simple movements, it possessed greater possibilities.

Defense, attack, evasion, and even other types of combat techniques...

As long as you could think of it, you could intersperse it within.

During the charge, according to the battlefield situation, combined with various movements.

The upper limit was extremely high.

The demonstration Fugang had performed two days ago was actually based on 【Tooth Hunt】, with the addition of the totem power he possessed and the frost-cold aura of the transcendent class 【Frostbound Oathkeeper】.

But at the same time, to exert the super-high upper limit of 【Tooth Hunt】,

the caster must possess rich combat experience, or—

extremely high combat talent.

"Flash of inspiration,"

being able to keenly perceive the fleeting timing during a fierce battle and firmly and timely grasp it in one's hands.

In his view, Xia Nan possessed this trait.

This was something Fugang had already preliminarily confirmed after watching the other's entire battle two days ago.

And in the time that followed, as Xia Nan gradually became proficient in 【Tooth Hunt】.

Fugang couldn't help but have some strange thoughts in his heart.

It seemed... too fast.

Under twenty years old, he himself at the same age, although he could already hunt highland ice pythons alone with his bare hands,

did not have the feeling that every breath and every step taken was part of the proficiency improvement like the other.

Every day, and even every hour of training, could yield tangible growth and improvement.

And this was precisely the reason that made him feel that even without considering the combat technique the other had already honed to the "Mastered" level, he could still become a professional in the future.

Even setting aside 【Spinning Slash】 and starting from scratch, taking 【Tooth Hunt】 as the starting point for his professional direction,

he would only need to learn two more combat techniques and hone the proficiency of one of them.

Judging by the progress speed Xia Nan had shown these past two days.

A few years was more than enough.

And a professional in his early twenties could be said to be as young as it gets.

Even if placed in the tribe...

Suddenly, he paused.

The previously smoothly flowing thoughts were vaguely chaotic, and the ice crystals floating in the air around his body also shook with them.

Fugang lowered his eyes, and after a moment, the ice crystals around his body stabilized again.

He cast his attention onto the battlefield.

"ROAR!"

It was still the Hobgoblin's fierce and angry roar.

But compared to just a moment ago, the momentum was significantly lower.

The battle was nearing its end.

"Click."

Under his boots was mud mixed with ice crystals.

His eyes fixed on the burly figure in front.

Holding the sword with both hands, Xia Nan tilted his body slightly.

As the bangs on his forehead swayed, he had already dodged another attack from the opponent.

After a few rounds of exchanges, the Hobgoblin's speed was gradually slowing down compared to before.

His footwork never stopped.

His body leaned forward slightly, his waist and abdominal muscles contracted, and his calves tightened.

Hoo... breath...

Crystalline ice points like mist dissipated into the air with his nasal breath.

The exquisite combat technique, which had gradually become proficient and muscle memory, was used again.

"BANG!"

Mud splashed, and a dry mark was left on the damp and muddy ground.

As his figure blurred, with the help of the force-exertion technique of 【Tooth Hunt】, Xia Nan had already moved behind the Hobgoblin.

And it was at this moment.

It was that familiar flash of combat inspiration that flashed through his mind.

He didn't consider feasibility, nor did he hesitate.

It was as if he felt he should do it.

Almost instinctively, after attempting to use 【Tooth Hunt】 to evade the opponent's attack and displace to the Hobgoblin's back.

Xia Nan didn't even look back.

His right foot stomped hard on the ground, turning the inertia of the forward charge into the driving force to twist his body.

Step, turn.

—【Spinning Slash】!

The iron-grey, sharp sword light drew a crescent-like arc in the air.

"Hum."

Blood spurted.

The roar stopped abruptly.

The Hobgoblin's head, full of bristles, spun and fell to the ground.

Xia Nan stood where he was, maintaining the posture of swinging the sword.

His eyes were slightly dazed.

He was savoring the movements after his flash of inspiration.

【Tooth Hunt】 and 【Spinning Slash】.

After the charge, follow up with a sweep.

"So it can be used like this."

He murmured in his heart.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 93 =====