Chapter 46: Intuitive Evasion: A New Spatial Passage

“Run!”

Qian Cheng urged himself inwardly.

Previously, when he saw companions luring monsters, it was generally alarming but harmless.

He’d just watch a few Firewing Birds foolishly fly over, then get cut down by Fang Shi’s swords.

The one playing bait didn’t lose a single hair.

Yet even so, the one luring the monsters was nearly exhausted.

At the time, Qian Cheng had joked: “Just Firewing Birds? Why sweat so much?”

The baiter paid no heed, only giving Qian Cheng a knowing smile.

Meaning: You’ll get yours soon.

Now it was Qian Cheng’s turn, and his legs nearly gave out.

Every hair on his body stood on end, adrenaline surging wildly.

Just to boost that tiny sliver of speed.

Firewing Birds were truly that fast!

It was like standing by the roadside watching cars, versus standing in the middle of the road.

Only when you’re right in the thick of it do you feel just how fast they are.

If Qian Cheng hadn’t once practiced parkour for a while, and then switched to the Rogue class,

He’d have had better adaptability to complex terrain than ordinary people.

He’d still have barely escaped—no! He’d already been caught up to.

The wind from the Firewing Birds’ wings whipped across Qian Cheng’s face.

He didn’t know how many Firewing Birds were behind him.

Qian Cheng dared not look back; he could only judge from the airflow that there were definitely more than one.

No! There was an airflow ahead too.

Qian Cheng lifted his head slightly and saw the massive beak of a Firewing Bird nearly upon him.

He seemed to detect a hint of mockery in the bird’s beautiful eyes.

Thud!

Qian Cheng, who should have been unable to dodge, suddenly dropped to his knees at the last possible moment.

His kneecap cracked with a sharp snap.

It was already overburdened.

“After continuous combat, you’ve gained partial information on Intuitive Evasion.”

Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three blades flashed; three headless Firewing Bird corpses crashed to the ground.

The rest of the Firewing Birds had already flapped up into the sky.

Soon they vanished from sight.

“Lucky guy.”

Qian Cheng, whose mind was blank, heard Fang Shi’s voice.

He finally snapped back to reality, sighed in relief as he stared at the Firewing Bird corpses.

Suddenly, Qian Cheng felt unbearable pain all over his body, especially in his knees.

He was in too much pain to stand.

Based on Qian Cheng’s fitness experience, his meniscus was almost certainly shattered.

His heart sank into darkness.

Meniscus injuries are the hardest to heal; countless top athletes retire because of them.

In this perilous end-time world, such a weakness was a fatal flaw in every battle.

One misstep could mean death.

Fang Shi, seeing Qian Cheng’s expression change, said calmly: “It’s just a minor injury. Go eat more meat when you get back—it’ll heal.”

“The wonders of primal energy are beyond your imagination.”

“Really?” Qian Cheng asked anxiously.

“Mm.”

Fang Shi reached out, lifted Qian Cheng effortlessly with a single motion.

Made him lean against a vehicle.

“I wouldn’t lie about something this small.”

“Besides, haven’t you noticed? You’ve gained a specialty.”

Qian Cheng froze, immediately checking his attribute panel’s log.

“You’ve learned Intuitive Evasion I.”

“【Intuitive Evasion I】: You possess an extraordinary premonition, allowing you to dodge danger before it arrives. (Agility-related identification +1 when dodging)”

“What’s this?” Qian Cheng asked, puzzled.

“Intuitive Evasion—like a cicada sensing autumn wind before it stirs.”

“In a situation like just now, even if you saw the Firewing Bird’s form, your agility alone couldn’t have reacted in time.”

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“But Intuitive Evasion is that miraculous—even if you didn’t react, or even didn’t notice, you’d still sense the danger and instinctively dodge.”

“As if you’d foreseen the future.”

As Fang Shi explained, Qian Cheng gradually understood the specialty’s function.

Using it felt like an increase in neural reaction speed.

But in principle, it was entirely different.

Intuitive Evasion was precognition—limited only to danger.

And it had a limit, roughly equivalent to the effect of increasing Agility by two points.

Even so, it was an extraordinary specialty.

“So does that mean I’ll be safer when luring monsters now?”

Qian Cheng said happily, suddenly forgetting his knee pain.

Fang Shi was speechless—such a powerful combat specialty, and all he wanted was to lure monsters? Why not use it for himself?

Too bad this specialty was extremely hard to learn; only certain Rogue classes had it naturally.

For other classes, gaining it relied entirely on luck.

Even Fang Shi, with his high Perception linked to sixth sense, wasn’t guaranteed to learn it.

Tap-tap-tap.

Footsteps came from the street entrance.

Fang Shi turned to see Zhao Wenjun.

He arrived with several militia members and a few male survivors.

The survivors spotted the Firewing Bird corpses on the ground.

All widened their eyes; even with preparation, they were still stunned.

Especially when they saw Fang Shi unharmed, his long sword only dripping blood.

It made them hard to believe.

This was the power of Captain Zhao’s master—so terrifying.

The more they understood the Firewing Birds’ strength, the more fearful they became of the creatures.

And the more they realized Fang Shi’s terrifying might.

Instantly, their sense of belonging to the militia grew stronger.

“You’re here. Handle the rest yourselves.”

With that, Fang Shi vanished in a flash, leaping onto the roof of a bus and pulling out a core to cultivate.

Zhao Wenjun was already used to this scene.

“You three, come with me to clear the zombies on the road—get to Level 2 as soon as possible.”

“You two, guard Little Qian—prevent any accidents.”

“Once the zombies are cleared, come back to haul the Firewing Bird corpses.”

Zhao Wenjun issued orders with practiced ease; soon everyone was assigned their tasks.

No need for Fang Shi to manage anything—saved time and effort.

Fang Shi himself served as the armed safeguard, deterring any foolish Firewing Birds from coming to die.

And he also practiced his breathing technique.

Fang Shi had a feeling his breathing technique was about to break through.

Not tomorrow, not the day after—possibly even today.

It sounded incredible, yet it was perfectly logical.

Because the breathing technique was fundamentally a method that grew faster the higher one’s Perception.

Higher Perception meant finer indirect control over primal energy, improving its utilization and accelerating bodily strengthening.

Fang Shi’s current Perception of 21 points, combined with his reincarnation, made such efficiency unsurprising.

But this wasn’t the main point—Fang Shi vaguely recalled a claim from his past life.

The most efficient stage for breathing techniques is before entering a rank.

The reason is simple: before entering a rank, one has only a foundation, and primal energy transforms the body most effectively.

Once ranked, a building has already been erected atop the foundation; changing it then becomes extremely slow.

Even if the attribute point limit is broken, it merely means moving into the building, not altering the foundation.

So the question arises: would it be better to use breathing techniques that don’t alter life’s essence?

But in reality, it isn’t—this too is a matter of efficiency.

Efficient use of primal energy does alter life’s essence, but it accelerates training.

Merely using primal energy makes the foundation easier to lay, but lacks such efficiency.

It’s like a level-up requiring 100 experience, granting 1 point per upgrade.

Another level-up requiring 500 experience, granting 10 points per upgrade.

Overall, using breathing techniques that alter life’s essence is most efficient before entering a rank.

Fang Shi now has both advantages—he’s unranked and has high Perception.

And he’s a reincarnator; his breathing technique breakthrough is perfectly normal.

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Crash!

Zhao Wenjun struck the corpse before him with a steel pipe, knocking it to the ground.

Then he drove the sharpened tip of the pipe into the corpse’s eye socket.

At this moment, he was hunting corpses alongside the militia.

“Captain Zhao, what’s your master’s background?”

A new member asked.

Zhao Wenjun panted and said, “I don’t know—I just became my master’s disciple yesterday.”

One of the militia members scolded, “Don’t ask so many questions, or Fang Daoist might get annoyed.”

Zhao Wenjun said, “It’s fine. By the way, Wang Peng, how long until you hit Level 2?”

Wang Peng was the man who had just scolded; he replied shamefully, “Still 100 experience short.”

Zhao Wenjun encouraged him, “Then let you kill these next few corpses—get everyone to Level 2 as soon as possible.”

Then he turned to the other new members: “You all need to work harder too, or soon there won’t be enough corpses.”

“By then, you’ll have to hunt Firewing Birds to level up—that’s a whole different level of danger.”

At these words, everyone’s spirits tightened.

Everyone knew corpses were once humans.

But leveling requires 1000 experience, and each corpse yields only 10 experience.

To reach Level 2, one must kill at least 100 corpses.

That’s nowhere near enough!

Based on their encounters, the conversion rate certainly isn’t one-to-one hundred.

Otherwise, no building could have housed so many survivors.

Hence, some hadn’t even opened their attribute panels, let alone chosen a combat class.

If you don’t level up now, you’ll truly be forced to hunt Firewing Birds later.

“Do you think, how many levels is Fang Daoist now, after killing so many Firewing Birds?”

Again, the same person asked.

This time, Wang Peng didn’t scold—first, Zhao Wenjun didn’t mind; second, he was genuinely curious too.

They hadn’t killed a Firewing Bird yet, but everyone assumed tougher monsters gave more experience.

Fang Shi had been killing nonstop—they had no idea how much experience he’d amassed or how many levels he’d gained.

“Firewing Birds are Level 3 creatures. Killing one grants 60 experience and 6 survival points.”

“Each level above the monster’s level increases rewards by 20%.”

“So a Level 1 practitioner needs only kill 12 Firewing Birds to reach Level 2.”

“All this I heard from my master.”

Zhao Wenjun’s answer answered part of the group’s questions.

“Then what are survival points?”

“My master says survival points relate to the Trial Tower—we don’t need to worry about them yet.”

Afterward, Zhao Wenjun gradually relayed everything he’d learned from Fang Shi to the group.

Everyone listened intently, finally gaining their first real understanding of the apocalypse.

As the militia conversed,

Fang Shi, meditating atop the bus, let out a soft murmur.

His gaze fixed ahead, and soon,

A silver disc slowly appeared before him.

It was a space channel opening.