"A small increase? How much is this small increase?"
Kaxiu immediately began testing to see how effective the first-level skin hardening was. A dull banging sound soon came from the secret room, and after a few minutes.
He came to a rough conclusion.
In normal state, that is, when Kaxiu did not deliberately exert force to practice the skill, the Stone Armor Skill could increase his defense by four levels. In the full burst state, the Stone Armor Skill could increase Kaxiu's defense by 80%, which is just a little bit more than double it!
This is no small matter.
You know, before Kaxiu practiced hard Qigong, he could block the shooting of small guns and only broke his skin. With this 80% increase, small guns probably can't even penetrate his skin, and light machine guns and automatic rifles are probably not a problem.
Kaxiu is equivalent to wearing a bulletproof vest at all times and anywhere.
Of course, epidermal hardening does more than just protect against bullets.
As for the slashing and stabbing of cold weapons, the heavy blows of blunt weapons can be effectively resisted. It is equivalent to wearing a universal leather armor.
Moreover, this is just the effect of the light armor.
If he could advance one more stage and reach the level of heavy armor, perhaps Kaxiu's physical defense would have another qualitative leap.
It has to be said that some skills are also very effective.
The level of proficiency when focusing on one aspect is naturally not comparable to general ones, and the skill has its own unique advantages.
In an open space.
Kaxiu opened his fighting stance and immediately performed a simple set of wind fists. As his fists and feet moved, the slight discomfort caused by the changes in his body was completely eliminated. The side effects of the so-called excessive improvement in a short period of time by the Night Monsters were very small on Kaxiu, and even almost disappeared.
One reason was that Kaxiu had actually been studying the Stone Armor Skill for the past six months, so he was well prepared. Another reason was that he had mastered the skin and muscle changes caused by the rapid improvement of his hard Qigong during his second blood acceleration.
Five minutes later, on the gray road of Black Rain Villa.
A tall cloaked man walked quickly, the hem of his cloak floating slightly. Through the gaps in the cloak, one could vaguely see the strong muscles underneath, as well as a layer of grayish-white stone.
the next day.
In Black Rain Villa, in a simple and dark house.
"How much do you want? Although the Viscous Oil Potion is not a precious thing, each bottle is worth at least one thousand federal coins. If you can buy five bottles or more, I can give you a 10% discount. How about it?" A man said slowly.
He had unkempt hair and shabby clothes, looked to be in his forties, and had a black pipe hanging from his mouth.
"Give me a 30% discount."
The customer in front of me bargained with a low voice.
"No, I need less..."
"I'll buy ten bottles, and I'll give you a 30% discount."
"make a deal!"
The man stretched out his hand at the speed of light and shook hands with Kaxiu.
Then, he took out a small box. Inside the box were ten transparent bottles, each about half the size of a fist. Inside was a dark green viscous liquid.
Although all the bottles were covered, there was still a bad smell coming from the box, like marsh gas.
"Ten bottles of Fiery Oil Potion in total, seven thousand Alliance Coins!"
The man had a mercenary smile on his face.
Among the Night Monsters, very few ordinary transactions use Dark Essence, because using Dark Essence to exchange for money or ordinary material enjoyment is too extravagant.
Ordinary journalists simply don't have the strength to complete extra tasks. They have a hard time completing the regular tasks every three months, and they are almost dead. And a low-level regular task is only one or two dark essences, which is pitifully little.
In order to survive for the next mission, most of the Night Stalkers will use the Dark Source to enhance their own abilities.
Ordinary transactions between Indian journalists are still purchased with money.
In this era, 7,000 federal coins is not a small amount, its purchasing power is like that of the British pound during the Industrial Revolution. This much federal coins is enough to buy a small manor.
As for where Kaxiu's money came from
Of course, it is obtained from the repeated missions of crazy hunting of dark creatures. In order to better enter the city and hunt humans, some dark creatures will use their own means to obtain a lot of money to integrate into the upper class and create a noble identity to disguise themselves.
After Kaxiu killed these guys, he naturally took whatever he wanted. After all, killing people and setting fires won him a gold belt...
He has plenty of money, so a mere seven thousand is nothing.
In the room, Kaxiu reached into his arms and quickly pulled out a stack of banknotes and stuffed them into the man's hand. He took the box from the other party and asked, "I heard you have..."
Twenty minutes later.
A figure in a cloak, holding an umbrella and carrying a huge mahogany box in his left hand, walked into the rain step by step.
rear.
A middle-aged man with a chrysanthemum-like smile on his face waved his hand enthusiastically: "I will inform you as soon as there is something good! Boss, recognize my signboard, it's called Melancholy Rose..."
In the afternoon, in a shop in Black Rain Villa.
An Indian was hanging a heavy shield on the wall, newly forged in the medieval style.
It is in the shape of an inverted triangle, with arcs on both sides expanding outwards.
There is a ferocious axe symbol in the middle of the shield.
Suddenly, there was a sound of muffled footsteps outside.
A burly man walked in.
"How can I help you, sir?"
The Indian reporter put down the white cloth and walked over quickly.
"Iron scale armor, mace, fighting axe, chain flail, scimitar, Turak sword, swift sword... Forget it, give me one of each of these cold weapons, and please send me the crossbow..."
Listening to the words of the customer in front of him, reporter Yin's eyes lit up.
The big order is coming.
Two days later, in the largest training room of the Crossbow School.
There was a constant sound of weapons colliding from inside.
A scimitar swung diagonally across the air.
A flash of silver light.
clang!
Two thick fingers clamped the blade.
The man wielding the knife pulled back with all his strength, but he couldn't pull the scimitar back no matter what he did, so he had to give up helplessly.
He loosened his grip on the knife and shook his head with a slightly wry smile.
"Dusk, these are all the moves of the Kayumu Scimitar that I have practiced. As for the rest, it's my fault that I didn't learn the skills well enough..."
"It's okay, thank you Mr. Tooth for your help."
Kaxiu loosened his fingers and handed the scimitar back.
Then he took out a small stack of banknotes from his pocket and said, "This is the remaining one thousand federal coins. Take it, Mr. Tuss."
"Thank you very much."
Tus sheathed his scimitar and nodded in thanks. The Indian reporter was not short of money, but it also depended on the situation. Just by performing martial arts moves and sparring with others for an hour, he could instantly earn 1,500 federal coins. This deal was definitely worthwhile.
He stuffed the banknotes into his arms, pushed the door open and walked out.
Outside the door, four or five Indian reporters holding different weapons were sitting on chairs waiting, chatting with each other in a friendly manner.
As soon as Tus came out, several people looked over at him.
He smiled, patted his slightly bulging left chest and nodded.
Without saying a word, he immediately walked towards the corridor.
Several people in the seats also smiled and continued chatting.
After a while, a voice was heard from the training room.
"Please next, Mr. Bartlett, use the weapon flail..."
"It's my turn."
A burly man stood up.
Two days later, in the suburbs of Nington, at Qiaojim Manor.
This place is remote, the nearest place is a small town half a kilometer away, and it is at least five or six kilometers away from the city.
At the gate of the manor.
The two figures in suits hugged each other.
"Mr. Dusk, the Joe Jim Manor is now completely yours. You can use it however you want. Also, thank you for your generosity, which allowed me to make a small profit. Goodbye, I'm leaving now."
The middle-aged man took a step forward and walked onto the carriage next to him.
The black carriage began to move, and the curtain at the window opened to the left. The man waved to the right with a smile.
At the gate of the manor.
A tall figure in a suit stood silently.
The man held a blueprint in his hand, which showed the specific structure of the Qiaojim Manor. In addition, there were many designs or traps that did not exist in reality. Spikes, earth pits, wooden stakes, explosives, mines, etc.
That night, in the village near the manor.
Many young and middle-aged farmers received the news that a new and generous master had arrived at Qiao Jim's Manor.
He planned to hire some workers to renovate the Joe Jim Manor from the ground up, the more people the better, and the price would be high.
And it's hourly wages, the more you work, the more you earn.
Suddenly, the whole village became restless.
A few more days passed.
In the city of Nington, at night, in an abandoned warehouse.
Two square-headed cars were parked on the floor that smelled of decay. In the dim moonlight, two groups of people were meeting to make a deal.
"Inspect the goods first?"
"Can."
One of the square-headed vehicles was opened, revealing a large amount of smuggled arms. Land mines, hand grenades, submachine guns, heavy machine guns...
"Yeah, not bad." The tall shadow nodded.
"Where's the money?" asked the shorter figure.
"Here." The tall man handed the suitcase over directly.
Ten minutes later.
“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”
“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”
Both parties took what they wanted and got into the square-headed car, and drove in two different directions under the hazy moonlight.
Late at night, at Joe Jim Manor.
A car drove into the warehouse next door.
Half an hour later, on the second floor of the villa.
Kaxiu sat on the sofa, sipping the freshly brewed black tea. He thought for a moment and took off his cloak.
Under the cloak, a set of hard, silvery armor covered his entire body. The armor not only had strong protection, but also had considerable ductility. Even when Kaxiu was exerting all his strength and his muscles expanded, he could barely keep from bursting. He raised his teacup and took a big sip of hot tea.
After glancing at the pistol on the coffee table, Kaxiu stood up.
Behind him was a decorative counter with a variety of brand new cold weapons and a set of canned armor.
He walked through the living room and came out onto the balcony.
He glanced at the vast space inside the manor.
It seemed peaceful on the surface, but in reality, it was full of dangers and traps. Oh, and he still had a few mines to plant.
Even with all the preparations, Kaxiu was still a little dissatisfied. Due to the short time, many ideas could not be implemented.
However, it should be enough to deal with the first chase.
He intends to give a great gift to his dear corrupt knight...
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