"Hey, am I fine?" Lykaon quickly picked up the arrows and walked to Wu Qi's side to express his condolences.
Wu Qi knelt on the ground. When he heard Lycaon coming, he used his legs to support his body, raised his shoulders little by little, and tried to stand up.
Will Wu Qi's standing action be completed after all? Both of his kneecaps were shattered by arrows. He had already pulled out the arrows that penetrated his knees and put them in his quiver, but the shattered bones that could be glued together by gravity alone could not support his body as he stood up.
"I can't stand up anymore, don't force it. My training will end here tomorrow." Leka said.
Although Lycaon was serious during the training, none of the 20 arrows were discharged, and Wu Qi was shot all over his body except his head, and the joints of his legs and feet did not escape the arrows he shot. But after a group of training sessions, Lycaon saw that Wu Qi was in such a bad state that he could no longer continue training, so he would not agree to Wu Qi continuing to go east.
"He can fix the broken bones right away. Don't forget that he has a human body and cannot die." Wu Qi said unyieldingly.
Lykaon could feel the firm consciousness in Wu Qi's voice. Wu Qi's perseverance cannot be faked, but that cannot be a reason for him to give in.
Laikaon put his legs on his hips and said calmly: "There is no point in continuing to go east. There are 5 groups of bow and arrow training exercises, 200 meters, 300 meters, 400 meters, 600 meters, and 1000 meters. Even if I hold on, If we continue eastward, how many groups can we hold on to? I hit all 20 arrows at a distance of 200 meters, and at a distance of 300 meters, if he wants to shoot me in the head, I can't hide."
Wu Qi clenched his fist. He was unwilling to accept that his first training session ended in a complete defeat in the first group. If that body was not the body of a corpse, he would have been able to repair his injuries long ago with his powerful recovery power.
And he already has a "feeling". Although it is true that he did not see through the next 18 arrows and dodge them, the "feeling" is like being able to touch the door to the mystery of "Disappearing Archery" right away. He is just close to the door. A kick and a little hold time.
"Lekaon, he has already felt it. The arrow is entangled with something." Wu Qi lowered his head and said suddenly.
Lykaon was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a tone that made him angry because he had seen too much. "Oh, that's it. It seems that I have a good talent."
Wu Qi immediately raised his head. Lycaon's answer told him in disguise whether the "things" he saw were real.
"Don't be so surprised. Every hunter in the hunting team knows that skill, and the difference lies in whose skill is better trained. When I learn it, I will naturally be able to see through and avoid his arrows, and I can also shoot as many as possible." His arrow hit him." Lycaon spread his legs and said.
"Okay, I'll stay aside and rest for now. Routine training is held every month, so there's no need to drag your body around in pursuit of quick success." With his last words, Leka Onpaodong went to look for Harvey, who had been standing outside the queue.
Without saying a word, Harvey put his arms on his chest and stood 300 meters apart with his giant bow and Lycaon.
Lycaon knew that if he practiced with Master Harvey by mistake, Master Harvey could kill him with one arrow if he didn't let go. But no matter what, the second-in-command of his hunting team could not come up from the new hunter step by step. Even if Lord Xingwei shot him half-dead a hundred times, how could Ru Ming be afraid of doing it again? I'm practicing wrong with Mr. Harvey.
"Lord Harvey, please enlighten me."
Lycaon made a "please" leg gesture. Harvey nodded slightly and drew the bow with smooth movements.
Wu Qi walked on the small raised sand dunes, using the "gravity" power to glue the broken bones of the joints, while watching the hunting team's elite training from a distance.
Harvey's giant bow, which fits his four-meter-tall giant body, will be known soon as to how powerful it is when fully drawn.
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As time went by, Zaiwu's wrong practice finally came to an end. After five sets of training, nearly a quarter of the hunters suffered varying degrees of scratches, and only two hunters suffered moderate injuries.
There is still a gap between the hunters in the hunting team, but such a low injury rate also shows one thing - the per capita "vanishing archery" attainment of the hunting team is not low.
Wu Qi watched all of Shan Dong's training and was deeply aware of the gap between his new hunter and the hunters in the hunting team. He also carefully observed a series of actions of other hunters, such as setting arrows, drawing bows, and aiming at aphids. Those seemingly ordinary actions seemed to contain some kind of regular breathing adjustment technology. No matter how long he watched, it would not be as good as his training to face Laika head-on. The increased efficiency of Weng's arrows.
"Take a break at noon and patrol in the east and west." Laikaon came over and said to Wu Qi. Wu Qi nodded and then followed the hunting team back to the camp.
After having lunch at the camp, Wu Qi packed up the supplies needed for daily life. After noon, the hunting team started patrolling in small groups in different areas. Wu Qi's hunter team includes Wu Qi and a total of 5 people. The leader of the team is a leopard-headed man, and the other hunters are all humanoids of various abyssal beasts. There are no plant or insectoid humanoids. .
There was no one in the hunter team who could speak human language, so Wu Qi didn't talk much and followed the team members to patrol in the boundless desert according to the established patrol route.
In the afternoon, there was still a blazing red arc of light emitting light and heat in the dark sky. The heat in the air is obviously higher than in the desert "at noon", but it is not too far to reach the level of heat.
At the end of a round of patrol, Wu Qi's team did not encounter any abyssal creatures crossing the border of their territory, let alone animals or even birds. Wu Qiguang listened to the conversation of other hunters for a whole afternoon, and based on the wilderness language, he understood almost 20%.
When we returned to the hunter's base camp, the color of the sky arc had gradually turned into a golden-red color similar to the sunset. Wu Qi was walking on the steps of a residential house, looking up at the arc of the sky, silently counting the colors after golden and red. Light blue, dark blue, until completely black.
When Wu Qi came to the abyss for the first time, he had already determined the time of day corresponding to the gradient color of the sky arc. In fact, he was particularly concerned about the changes in the color of the sky arc, because sandwiched between the eternal night sky and the pale red desert, the unfamiliar scenery that remained unchanged in black and red over time would really intensify his sense of loneliness.
Wu Qi would never be lonely with a companion; even if he lived alone in the forest, he would have enough sense of security to fill the vacancy in his heart. And those two things will never exist in the Apocalypse Abyss.
Wu Qi once thought that he had set a goal to fight for in the abyss of the apocalypse, and would rush forward without looking back. The throne of the emperor, the thirteen thrones, the envoys of the east of the throne, and the subordinates of the east of the throne; there are such towering ladders waiting for you to climb, and life should be filled with endless exercise and investigation.
But after a day in the hunting team, Wu Qi found that he was very idle. As soon as I have time, the damn emotion of loneliness is chasing after me like a ghost. It is printed on the eternal night sky and the pale red desert. If I look at it more, it will ferment in my mind repeatedly.