After finishing the arrangements in the disaster zone, Wen Wen arrived at the disaster area.
By this time, the disaster area had been thoroughly cleaned.
The scar-faced disaster soldier, who had lost his name, wore a strange pale mask and worked diligently in the cell, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
Hu Youling leaned against the railing, smiling as she watched the disaster soldier work. Whenever the disaster soldier turned his head, she would cast a flirtatious glance or send a flying kiss.
The fleeting charm was intoxicating. While calling her beauty and figure "city-toppling" might be an exaggeration, she was at least far more attractive than the so-called beauties of the Sakura Grand Area who were thousands of years old.
However, the disaster soldier merely shivered and turned his head away, trying his best not to look at her.
Now, whenever Huo Zuliao thought of Hu Youling, his legs would tremble, let alone harbor any amorous thoughts.
That scandalous memory held an indescribable terror for him.
The monsters in the disaster area remained the same, with the addition of a single new monster: the adorable little rabbit demon.
The rabbit demon lay by the cell bars, its tiny paws gripping the railing, looking pitifully at Wen Wen. The entire rabbit appeared much more gaunt, with the fine fur on its ears somewhat disheveled.
"Wuwuwu, it's so scary here, can you let me go?"
Wen Wen, of course, was not fooled by her appearance. Given the chance, this little creature would not hesitate to eat people!
So, he smiled slightly and said, "Don't cry, be good, uncle will feed you something. Tell uncle what you want to eat."
The rabbit demon's eyes lit up, showing an expectant expression as it said, "I want to eat meat!" Sudan Novel Network
"Okay."
Wen Wen agreed and then stuffed a washed carrot into her mouth.
"???"
The rabbit demon's forehead was covered in question marks. Didn't he just agree to give her meat? Why was it a carrot?
Wen Wen said righteously, "What meat are you eating? Rabbits should eat carrots. From now on, you'll be a vegetarian."
The rabbit demon opened its mouth wide but dared not resist Wen Wen. Its ears drooped, and it chewed the carrot with a wronged expression, its cheeks bulging, before swallowing it dryly.
"Don't make that face, as if I'm bullying you... Alright, I am bullying you."
"But I washed the carrot for you, which is more than enough. Next time I'll just feed you one with dirt."
Bullying such a cute and soft beast girl greatly satisfied Wen Wen's perverse psyche.
Since this little rabbit demon was not a kind soul, he didn't need to feel any guilt.
Next, Wen Wen showed a video of a bodybuilding competition in front of Hu Youling's cell, and on the carapace of the carrion demon's chest, he drew two small dots with a black neutral pen...
In short, he teased all the monsters in the disaster area, leaving them angry but unable to speak.
Finally, he arranged matters concerning 'Monster University Studies', causing the monsters to complain bitterly.
If it weren't for the current lack of manpower, Wen Wen would even have wanted to assess their learning progress at regular intervals until they became useful monsters to the world.
Making them study was for their own good, not Wen Wen's perverse whim.
After messing around, Wen Wen left the containment facility and sat in his lounge chair on his balcony, taking out an ancient diary.
"Judging by that evil dragon from Qiling Mountain, this containment officer is a sword master, or rather, a grandmaster of swordsmanship. Perhaps the drawings in the diary he left behind are sword techniques."
Wen Wen studied the little figures one by one and found that besides the actions of wielding a sword, there were also lines on their bodies with unclear meanings.
The predecessor had not written any explanation for these lines, and his drawing skills were so poor they resembled doodles; calling him a "soul artist" would be too generous.
Compared to this supposed "secret manual," the Palm of Buddha's coming that swindled children on the street looked more like a "secret manual."
"Regardless, I'll give it a try."
The diary used a long sword, while Wen Wen only had a dagger. Long blades were controlled items, so Wen Wen had always used a dagger. Now that he had become a super-powered individual, he was also accustomed to using a dagger.
He picked up the antique dagger, which gleamed coldly, and mimicked the poses in the distorted pictures, slashing through the air.
The dagger's immense force was enough to sever ox bones, but Wen Wen shook his head in disappointment.
"Is my posture wrong? I don't feel any change. I'll try a few more times."
Then, Wen Wen practiced the posture hundreds of times, reaching the point where he could perfectly replicate the pose, yet he still felt no change.
"No, it's not a posture problem. I'm missing something."
Wen Wen had too much experience cutting people with a dagger; he had developed a feel for it. With a single swing, he could know what effect the stab would have.
Although he hadn't practiced swordsmanship, he was a super-powered individual. In terms of controlling force, ordinary sword masters couldn't compare to him.
Therefore, after only practicing for a short while, Wen Wen knew that continuing to practice this way would be futile.
Perhaps, like in novels, practicing through the hottest summer and coldest winter for ten or eight years could lead to a breakthrough, but that wasn't what Wen Wen wanted.
Wen Wen stroked his chin and said, "The key should be in those lines. If it's just posture, any movement won't significantly affect the power."
"Are these lines perhaps the legendary meridians, or are they channels for energy circulation when wielding a sword?"
Following this, Wen Wen attempted to channel the vampire's blood energy, circulating it along the traced trajectory, and then swung the dagger.
A faint crimson glow attached itself to the dagger. With a single slash, its power was significantly enhanced compared to before.
But Wen Wen was still unsatisfied: "That red light is just blood energy attached to the dagger. I can achieve the same thing without practicing this sword technique."
"If this is swordsmanship, then it's just that whoever has a stronger foundation has stronger swordsmanship. What I want are techniques that can significantly increase combat ability!"
Then, Wen Wen tried all the energy from the monsters he possessed, but found no significant effect.
"Is this thing just something he drew for fun? It's a complete waste of time."
Looking at himself, practicing this nonsensical thing like a fool for half the day, Wen Wen roughly ran his hands through his hair.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind: "Perhaps... only humans can practice this, or perhaps, while relying on monster physiques, I've overlooked something."
With this thought, Wen Wen deactivated all his physiques, reverting to the state of an ordinary human.
Although this ordinary person could shatter stone with a punch and twist steel bars, he was indeed an ordinary person without superpowers.
Wen Wen took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and, following the muscle memory he had practiced many times, naturally swung his dagger.
The cold light of the dagger seemed to tear through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
But the power was secondary; this time, Wen Wen's dagger swing felt remarkably smooth, strangely smooth!
"A change has occurred!"