Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 50 - 47 Specialization Division Please follow - 1

50: Chapter 47 Specialization Division (Please follow) – 1

50: Chapter 47 Specialization Division (Please follow) – 1

“Good,” Gaven’s eyes lit up and he couldn’t help but shout in approval as he had learned a new move from the opponent’s pounce.

Cangya not only kicked off the ground with his legs but also bent and launched his tail in sync, which served to assist in acceleration.

While running, he maintained a rhythmic wagging, not only keeping a perfect balance but also allowing for more agile changes in direction, making it difficult to predict where his attack would land.

Gaven admitted to himself that the Tail Strike he thought was his unique secret technique was just a routine skill among Gnoll warriors.

In this respect, they were the professionals, and he was merely an amateur.

After realizing this, Gaven was in no hurry to defeat Cangya.

With his swords held in reverse grip, he entered a defensive stance and tentatively parried a couple of Cangya’s attacks.

Cangya’s strength and agility were both superior to his own after transforming into a Gnoll.

But the advantage was limited, not overwhelming.

Especially when playing defensively, the disadvantage in agility could be further compensated for, after all, attacking movements are much larger than defensive ones.

As long as one could precisely predict, the defense would be impregnable.

One attacked quickly, and the other defended just as swiftly.

Amidst a series of clanging metallic collisions, in the blink of an eye, Gaven and Cangya’s weapons struck each other dozen of times, and they swapped positions several times, their tails also smacking into each other multiple times.

The Gnolls watching the fight were dazzled, finding it hard to distinguish who was who.

The more Cangya fought, the more urgent he became, and the faster his blade swung, yet he failed to inflict even the slightest injury on his opponent.

His own strength was clearly greater, his speed clearly faster, but he was always one step behind his opponent, as if the other could predict his attacks one hundred percent, with the sword already waiting there.

After a dozen or so exchanges, Gaven had basically figured out Cangya’s attack patterns.

He relied solely on physical prowess in combat and had not learned any specialized combat skills.

He lacked techniques involving leverage or striking vital points, especially in footwork – it was basically charge, retreat, then charge and retreat again, with no sign of close-quarter grappling.

And footwork was the essence of close-quarter combat.

Against beasts or ordinary warriors, Cangya’s moves might have been effective, but against a Reborn Legendary Warrior like Gaven, who had been through countless battles and learned from several masters, they were much less useful and were thoroughly countered.

“Get ready, it’s my turn to attack,” Gaven said intentionally as a warning.

No sooner had he spoken than he shot forward, using the same move as Cangya, his tail aiding in a powerful leap as his dual blades descended like a storm.

Cangya only lasted eight slashes before his blades flew from his grasp, and he felt a dull pain in his shoulder blade where Gaven had struck him with the back of the blade.

Cangya looked at his hands in disbelief.

His strength was clearly greater than his opponent’s, so how could his blades have flown out of his grasp?

Why was the force of the opponent’s strikes growing with each blow?

Not to mention the opponent’s movements were unpredictable, fending left and striking right, leaving him completely flustered.

“Your swordsmanship isn’t bad, but there’s plenty of room for learning and growth,” Gaven approached Cangya and put an arm around his shoulder, “If you want to know why you failed, wait for me here after sunrise tomorrow.

Now let’s drink, come, a toast to Cangya.”

“A toast to Cangya, woof.”

“A toast to Blackwell.”

“A toast to Blackwell, woof.”

Two rounds of drinks went down, and the atmosphere was lifted once again, with a chorus of woofs around, which gave Gaven a bit of a headache.

Promoting a standard common language would have to be put on the agenda, as they would eventually need to venture out.

The feast continued well into the night, until the moon was high in the sky, and half of the drinks Gaven had brought were consumed.

Only then did the Gnolls one by one crawl back into Blackwell Mine.

As for how the mine would be divided, Gaven had no energy to manage that for the time being; Gos and Zack would certainly negotiate it well.

For the Gnoll Tribe, Gaven only prepared to guide the overall direction.

The smaller matters still had to be resolved by the original leaders themselves.

Cangya hardly slept the entire night, continuously pondering where exactly he had failed.

As dawn was just breaking, he couldn’t hold back any longer and leaped up, running to the spot he had agreed upon with Gaven.

Unexpectedly, the other party was there earlier, his body already soaked in sweat, having trained for who knows how long, conducting training exercises Cangya didn’t recognize.

Seeing Cangya arrive, Gaven stood up with a smile and said, “You’ve come earlier than I expected.

Close combat is not only about strength and speed, but also footwork.

Without the coordination of footwork, the power will be greatly reduced.

Today you don’t need to practice anything else, just train your footwork with me.

Once you’ve mastered that, we’ll move on to the rest.

By the way, the footwork I’m talking about comes from humans.

How it integrates into your race is up to you, especially the Tail Strike.

For those species without tails, it’s an unexpected move.

If you can harness it well, it will form a distinctive combat style that can be a key to victory.”

According to Gaven’s original plan, he was to assemble a guard squad among the Gnolls and combine their characteristics with suitable combat techniques to train them.

Now that he had Cangya, there was no need for that.

This task could be entirely entrusted to him, and he might even do it better than Gaven because he would put in a hundred percent effort.

One taught with earnestness, the other studied with dedication.

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, the place was surrounded by Gnolls, many of whom were gesturing and following the training.

Gaven naturally didn’t mind.

In no time at all, many would have to learn whether they liked it or not.

The addition of the Cangya Tribe didn’t disrupt Gaven’s strategic flow.

The division of professional labor continued as usual today.

Even though the number of people had nearly doubled, the efficiency had improved by more than double because Gaven now had more professionals at his disposal.

Especially Zack, whose experience in managing the Gnoll Tribe was unmatched by Gos, particularly in terms of division of labor.

The Cangya Tribe did far better than the Blackwell Tribe in this regard.

At least ten Gnolls from the Cangya Tribe were professional miners with rich mining experience.

Alongside Cangya, eight had combat-oriented professions, and the remaining seven had not become professionals like Cangya, but at least they had received specialized combat training from him and had extensive hunting experience.

It was only because the mine where the Cangya Tribe resided was too barren and almost mined out that if they had access to the rich iron ore resources of the Blackwell Tribe, their tribal scale would undoubtedly have been much larger.

Both groups provided excellent foundational frameworks, directly selecting suitable Gnolls to fill in the gaps.

Nominally, it was Blackwell that had absorbed Cangya.

But in terms of framework, it was Cangya that had consumed Blackwell.

Not to say Gaven bothered with such things, even Gos, who had the most reason to be concerned, didn’t care.

His mind was now fully occupied by Gaven’s grand plans, only thinking about how to strengthen Blackwell.

With the arrival of Zack and Cangya, he felt his position by Gaven’s side was seriously threatened.

He was devising every possible way to make himself more valuable to Gaven, determined to maintain his position as the top loyal hound.

Zack was also building support talent that Gaven urgently needed.

His most proficient spells were the second-ring Soft Stone Technique and Object Positioning Technique.

The Soft Stone Technique could make a boulder over three meters in diameter and half a meter deep turn into malleable clay, turn moist soil into a swamp, and reduce dry earth to dust.

This spell was extremely helpful, whether for mining, leveling the land, or excavating foundations.

The Object Positioning Technique, as the name suggests, could directly locate the position of items.

It was equally useful in mining, helping to determine the direction of ore veins, and enabling more ore to be mined in less time.

As for the professionalism in mining, Zack was beyond reproach.

With just half a day’s work, he had delivered the blueprint of Blackwell Mine to Gaven.

The drawing style was simple, and the situation was evident at a glance, with the future expansion and mining direction of Blackwell Mine clearly marked.