"Skill Level +1"

"[Heavy Tide]lv2 (31/100) → [Heavy Tide]lv2 (32/100)"

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"Skill Level +2"

"[Gravity Control]lv1 (45/100) → [Gravity Control]lv1 (47/100)"

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The familiar semi-transparent characters flashed before his eyes as Xia Nan glanced at them and then withdrew his gaze.

Acquiring Battle Skill proficiency, without being able to use the [Dream Weaving Corridor], is a lengthy yet relatively stable process.

The two points of proficiency in [Gravity Control] were a pleasant surprise, but the increase in proficiency in [Heavy Tide] was nothing unusual for him, something he saw every day—just this morning during training alone on the ship, he improved by one point.

Having experienced such an intense battle now, it’s perfectly normal for there to be some improvement, so he didn’t pay much attention to it.

Speaking of which, Gerry’s actual combat power is indeed not weak.

This can be seen from the deaths of the Iron Rock Shield Team members.

Even with many assistants, being able to kill these adventurers who also have a professional level at such a rate, as a lv5 professional, is enough to prove his troublesome nature.

It’s just a pity that the opponent he encountered was Xia Nan.

In terms of the physical quality, which is already not outstanding among professionals of the same level, he was completely overwhelmed by Xia Nan, who has been reinforced by multiple Secret Realms, making it exceedingly difficult to even engage in a straightforward sword fight, needing to rely on his rich combat experience to barely keep up.

The special ability granted by the profession, as an unpopular profession, is extremely troublesome for other professionals. The Corrosive Poison Liquid, which should have compensated for the physical strength shortcoming, was completely countered by Xia Nan’s [Dark Scale Guard], unable to exert any power at all.

This caused the battle skill construction centered around "venom" in his profession to also be ineffective.

Making the "Carrion Vulture" Gerry in front of Xia Nan unable to utilize even fifty percent of his combat strength.

On the other hand, it must be admitted that the invisible and colorless special nature of [Gravity Control] when used had a significant effect in battles on those unfamiliar with Xia Nan’s abilities.

Xia Nan could clearly recall the moment he applied gravity on Gerry, seeing the astonishment and helplessness on his face for an instant;

And when Gerry struggled to balance under the influence of [Heavy Tide], suddenly withdrawing the imposed gravity, causing him to lose his balance completely and seeing the pale despair on his face when he realized death was imminent.

The outcome of this battle was already decided when "Carrion Vulture" Gerry chose to personally lead his subordinates and the Fishman reinforcements to the warehouse.

And it ended when the black arm shield with a cold luster smashed into his face.

His gaze swept over the withered skull rolling on the ground.

Xia Nan turned his gaze around.

Within a few seconds, it was enough for the remaining Fishmen and gang thugs to encircle him.

But oddly enough, facing the lone black-haired youth in the center of the encirclement, none of these normally fierce demons and gang members dared to take the initiative to attack.

Creating an extremely bizarre state in the entire arena.

With a turn of the wrist, the scarlet blood from the enemy flew through the air with the flashing sword light.

His left foot stepped on the chest of a headless corpse on the ground.

Xia Nan stood still and casually tossed a sword flower, his gaze mysterious and calm.

He did not intend to urge surrender, nor did he have any intention of threat.

He did not say a single word of nonsense.

The next second, a long, high-pitched wolf howl accompanied by a fierce gust of wind once again erupted in the center of the field.

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The battle ended quickly.

When the shadow of the black wolf from the inland dissipated in the moonlight, there remained no living thing on the field except for the figure drenched in blood and flesh fragments.

Xia Nan’s current Combat Skill System may be lacking in long-range means, but for "group battles," especially in a relatively open venue like now, the existence of [Teeth Hunting] and [Night Mother’s Gaze] timed with the wolf howl destined him to become a brutally cold meat grinder, reaping lives with extreme efficiency.

Those ordinary thugs and Fishman lackeys without a professional level need not be discussed, as the rest were merely lv1 professionals, barely promoted with the most ordinary quality battle skills, and a small number of elite Fishman guards.

For Xia Nan, who had a whole gamut of advantages in professional level and challenge level, let alone frontal combat, even escaping was impossible.

Often with each howl of the wolf, at least five fresh lives would turn into gradually cooling corpses.

Within a few minutes, the once resounding roars, screams, and howls on the field dissipated into nothingness, leaving only the rustling of the evening wind through the woods.

Fragmented corpses scattered on the ground, blood soaking into the soil, forming pools of varying sizes with the terrain.

The Dwarf Wanderer, A Gu, who was cut in half, had just closed his eyes, his upper body still showing struggle and pain from life, hands in a crawling position with soil packed under his nails, intestines and viscera strewn behind him;

The physical quality of Half orc Howl was indeed remarkable, even though his skull was cleaved in half with brain matter spilled everywhere, he hadn’t completely died yet, limbs twitching slightly in the blood pool;

Habi’s body was relatively intact, originally a short sword inserted in his eye socket, due to the corpse dropping face-forward naturally, pushed further down into the ground, the sword tip penetrating through the back of his head, causing the already dead Dwarf body to twitch a few more times;