Chapter 92: Usage

"Whoosh bang!"

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

But only hit air.

That black-haired figure just standing before the bear goblin—in the blink of an eye, his body suddenly blurred for an instant.

His entire person immediately shifted a large distance backward.

Making the chest that should have received the enemy's heavy blow now completely unharmed, not even receiving the slightest scratch.

Even had strength to spare, taking advantage of the bear goblin's action lag after attacking.

Gripping the iron-gray longsword in hand, sword tip lightly touching, blade edge grazing.

He drew a wound streaming with blood on the opponent's waist and abdomen swelling with solid muscle.

"ROAR!!!"

A roar filled with fury, as if stirring up invisible sound waves in the air, echoing and reverberating between stone walls.

Frost-white fine fur lightly swayed under the sound wave vibrations, ice-blue eyes reflecting the two figures on the scene.

Forgan didn't deliberately conceal his presence, but also didn't actively interfere with the battle between Xia Nan and the bear goblin.

Just like an ice thorn totem, silently and quietly standing in the cave corner.

You could vaguely see that accompanying his chest's rise and fall, long and slow breathing.

There were threads of shimmering frost-cold mist, swaying and brushing past the air, sticking to Xia Nan's body surface, seeping into pores, soaking into muscle tendons and bones.

The bone-piercing ice wind from the distant north would help this young man who'd grown up in the continent's heartland since childhood regulate body temperature, coldly and clearly feel the movement details of bones and muscles, and subtly guide his movements when releasing combat skills toward the most standard, correct direction.

In his line of sight, the black-haired youth once again attempted using the combat skill he'd only practiced briefly, dodging the enemy's leg whip before him.

And using the body momentum after displacement, left arm shield held before him, smoothly smashing into the bear goblin, almost making the opponent lose center of gravity and fall backward.

Almost imperceptibly, Forgan lightly nodded.

The reason for choosing to teach 【Fang Hunt】 to Xia Nan.

The half-elf's mother had once been his teammate when young, owing several favors during adventures.

Right now with the other party's offspring entrusted, naturally had to complete it wholeheartedly.

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

This was one aspect.

Another aspect was because of 【Fang Hunt】 itself as a combat skill—its characteristics.

Like how the same standard single-handed sword, in an ordinary adventurer's hands versus in a legendary sword saint's hands, the power that could be brought out was worlds apart.

【Fang Hunt】 on the surface looked like it was just a simple, pure displacement-type combat skill.

Dodging attacks, closing or widening distance with enemies—seemed to be its entire function.

But actually, precisely because of its own concise movements, it possessed greater possibilities.

Defense, attack, evasion, even other types of combat skills...

As long as you could think of it, all could be interspersed within.

During the charge, combining various movements according to battlefield situation.

Extremely high ceiling.

The demonstration Forgan had performed two days ago was actually based on 【Fang Hunt】, with added totem power he himself possessed, and the frost breath of his transcendent profession 【Mourning Frost Oath-Bound】.

But similarly, to bring out 【Fang Hunt】's超 high ceiling.

The caster had to possess rich combat experience, or—

Extremely high combat talent.

"Flash of inspiration,"

Being able to keenly perceive those fleeting opportunities during intense battle, and firmly, timely grasp them in hand.

In his view, Xia Nan possessed this quality.

This was what Forgan had initially confirmed two days ago after completely watching his entire battle.

And during this period afterward, as Xia Nan gradually became proficient with 【Fang Hunt】.

In Forgan's heart, somewhat strange thoughts couldn't help but arise.

Seemed... too fast.

Under twenty years old—himself at the same age, although already able to bare-handedly, single-handedly hunt highland ice pythons.

But when learning combat skills, he hadn't been like the other party, as if every breath, every step taken, was part of proficiency improvement.

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

And this was precisely why he felt that even without considering that move the other party had already practiced to "proficient" level, he could still become a professional in the future.

Even casting aside 【Whirlwind Slash】, starting from scratch, treating 【Fang Hunt】 as the starting point for the professional direction.

Then he only needed to learn two more combat skills and practice one's proficiency up.

At the improvement speed Xia Nan had shown these two days.

A few years' time was more than enough.

And a professional in their early twenties could be said to be extremely young.

Even placed in the tribe...

Suddenly pausing.

Originally smoothly flowing thoughts vaguely disordered. Even the ice crystals floating in the air around his body accordingly trembled.

Forgan lowered his eyes. After a moment, the ice crystals around his body stabilized once more.

Investing attention on the battlefield.

"ROAR!"

Still the bear goblin's fierce roar full of fury.

But compared to just now, momentum was obviously much lower.

The battle was nearing its end.

"Tap."

Under leather boots was filthy mud mixed with ice crystals.

Eyes gazing at the robust figure ahead.

Holding the sword with both hands, I lightly turned my body aside.

Forehead hair swaying, I'd already dodged another attack from the other party.

After several rounds of engagement, the bear goblin's speed compared to just now had gradually slowed.

Footwork not stopping at all.

Body slightly leaning forward, waist and abdomen muscles contracting, calves tightening.

Breathe... inhale...

Crystalline ice points like mist dispersed into the air with my breath.

Gradually proficient, the exquisite combat skill that had already become muscle memory was used once more.

"Bang!"

Mud splattered. The moist, muddy ground clearly left a dried-up mark.

Figure blurring, borrowing 【Fang Hunt】's force exertion technique, I'd already moved to behind the bear goblin.

And at precisely this moment.

Again that familiar combat inspiration flashed through my mind.

Without considering feasibility, without any hesitation.

As if just felt this was what should be done.

Almost instinctively, after attempting to use 【Fang Hunt】, avoiding the other party's attack and displacing to the bear goblin's back.

I didn't even turn my head.

Right foot fiercely stomping the ground, transforming forward charging momentum into driving force for twisting the body.

Step, turn around.

—【Whirlwind Slash】!

Iron-gray sharp sword light traced a waning moon-like arc through the air.

"Whooom."

Blood spurted.

The roar came to an abrupt halt.

The bear goblin's bristle-covered head spun and fell to the ground.

I stood in place, maintaining the sword-swinging posture.

Gaze slightly hazy.

Inwardly savoring my flash-of-inspiration movement just now.

【Fang Hunt】 and 【Whirlwind Slash】.

After charging, then connect with horizontal sweep.

"So it can be used like this too."

I muttered inwardly.

Gone