Chapter 9: The Master's Routine

  Other players of the Inverse Heaven Union, seeing their president lose so cleanly and thoroughly, looked disheartened and shot hateful glances at Gu Fei and Fireball before silently following them away.

  Huǒ qiú shì dé shì bù ráo rén, dǎ zhe kǒu huī hū zhe xū shēng. Céng jīng chóng bài guò de wǎng yóu gāo shǒu, cǐ shí zài tā xīn mù jiù yī zì: pēi!

  Translation:

  The fireball is merciless, whistling and booing. The online gaming master he once admired was now just one word in his mind: "Boo!"

  "Drunk Brother Drunk Brother!!!" The rebellious people have all dispersed, and the fireball has already established a new idol.

  "How did you know he was behind you?" the fireball asked.

  "Because there's killing intent." Gu Fei smiled.

  "Killing intent... does such a thing really exist?" The fireball muttered to itself.

  "Of course." Gu Fei nodded, "I'm not very familiar with the feeling of killing aura, but my fourth uncle is the most formidable. For example, he's sleeping over there, and you're walking around beside him making noise, he'll still be sleeping soundly. But as soon as your attention focuses on him, he'll wake up immediately!"

  "Wow, you really know martial arts!" Fireball said.

  "It's not martial arts, it's kung fu!" Gu Fei said.

  "What's the difference?"

  "Martial arts are for strengthening the body; kung fu is for defeating enemies and protecting one's home and country." Gu Fei sighed as he spoke. This was exactly where his disagreement with his old man lay. His old man always emphasized that they were practicing martial arts, but Gu Fei felt that this was clearly kung fu.

  "Defend the family and protect the country...... Is this still necessary now?" Huo Qiu said.

  "No." Gu Fei smiled, "So I'm not here to play online games!"

  "Oh... can I learn it then?" The fireball came to life.

  "You..." Gu Fei hesitated.

  "Am I already too old?" Huo Qiu was somewhat disappointed, he was already over twenty years old. From some martial arts routines, the protagonist should have been famous in Jianghu at this age. If you start learning martial arts at this age, by the time you come out of the mountains, all the good women will be snatched up by others.

  "I don't think so," Gu Fei shook his head, "Martial arts should only be formally learned when the body has fully developed. At least not until you're fifteen or sixteen years old. You're about my age, how can that be too old? However, learning martial arts takes a lot of time, at least eight to twelve hours every day. Do you have that much free time?"

  "No." The fireball replied without hesitation.

  "Or use your time in the game..."

  "Never mind, never mind, I won't learn it anyway, let's continue playing!" The fireball hastily interrupted.

  Gu Fei couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

  At this time, six vagrants by the pond had also refreshed. Gu Fei picked up the small knife that was thrown away earlier and prepared to go kill the enemy. Huo Qiu said on the side: "Drunken brother, the level of monsters here is too high, I don't have your skills, I'll change places to practice."

  "I'll take you!" Gu Fei said.

  "I'm here to play games, not to be carried by others!" Huo Qiu said with great determination.

  "Alright, you can go!" Gu Fei smiled.

  "Zuì Gē, slow down a bit, don't throw me too far away!" Huǒ Qiú shouted while running and waving his hand, "If you haven't come down yet when I turn back, let's go back to the city for a drink."

  "Alright!" Gu Fei responded loudly.

  The two parted ways, and Gu Fei continued to grind in this training area. The battle with Jian Gui earlier had gotten him very excited; it had been a long time since he'd had the chance to engage in such an intense fight. He loved that moment of victory or defeat. Although his opponent's fighting skills were quite rough around the edges, in a realistic game like "Parallel World" where combat was necessary, everyone would eventually master certain fighting techniques - and that was when things would get really interesting.

  As for these NPCs in front of him? Gu Fei lazily flipped through them with his hand. A computer is always a computer, this kind of rigid attacking method, using it once and again, and again, will never be useful. Sooner or later, all players will discover the computer's attacking routine. For example, that sword ghost from just now, with his brain and reaction, he will eventually become an expert.

  By the pool on the mountain slope, Gu Fei brushed monsters for a full two hours. In his eyes, he wasn't killing monsters, he was just practicing his kung fu moves. The feeling of sweating profusely and being completely carefree was what he loved, and he didn't find his repetition boring at all. He was able to persist in the face of his family members one by one giving up on kung fu because Gu Fei himself had always been full of love for kung fu, experiencing endless joy from it.

  After knocking down six more vagrants, Gu Fei had leveled up to 16. He scooped up some water from the edge of the pond and splashed it onto his face. The hot sweat on his face was instantly cooled by the water, making him feel incredibly refreshed. For the first time, Gu Fei sincerely praised the game's realism - the feeling of sweating and the cool sensation were just too great.

  Just then Gu Fei received a prompt from the short message, opened the inbox and took a look, it was indeed Huo Qiu: "Drunken Brother Drunken Brother, what level are you now?"

  "It's 16th already." Gu Fei replied.

  "Ah! Ah! So fast, I just reached level 10." Looking at the text, Gu Fei could feel the fireball's mournful howl. However, he had only leveled up to 10 two hours ago, and all he did was fight two battles by the pond. It seemed that in this parallel world, killing monsters to level up quickly was a good strategy!

  "Drunk Brother Drunk Brother, are you done with your work? I've saved some money, when we get back to the city, I'll treat you to a drink!" Fireball sent another message.

  "Alright!" Gu Fei replied with a message and started cleaning up the six guys he had knocked down. A small amount of coins, some unknown herbs, and then there were the switchblades - Gu Fei had already collected over a dozen, and there was no more space to put them.

  Although it's completely realistic, as a game, the character still needs to have a backpack to store things. In this parallel world, the backpack is designed like a pocket. When you pick up something, just throw it into the pocket attached to your right waist and the thing will be stored in the backpack without falling out. When you want to take it out, put your hand into the pocket and you'll feel the neatly arranged empty slots inside. Put your hand into which slot, the thing in that slot will naturally be grasped in your hand. Take your hand out of the pocket, and the thing is taken out, feeling just like Doraemon's magical pocket.

  Gu Fei gathered his things and climbed up the mountain, looking around in all directions to identify the way back to Yun Tian Cheng.

  Unfortunately, I saw another guy practicing by the pond at the foot of the mountain. Lurking, coming to the vagrant's back, launching a backstab, and then withstanding the monster's siege with a flurry of wild stabs, knocking one down and quickly running away to rest, waiting for life to recover before repeating the trick.

  The dagger in his hand emitted a faint blue light, Gu Fei smiled, he recognized that this person was Jian Gui. His level seemed to be around 20, and it was just right for him to hunt monsters and train here. But the six wandering players were not suitable for solo play, except for Gu Fei's abnormal agility, only Jian Gui, a player skilled in calculation, could handle them.

  There should be six tramps by the bonfire, but only three are present. When the fourth one respawns, Sword Ghost will immediately approach, ambush, get close, backstab, force attack, retreat, rest, wait for respawn, and then go up again.

  Jian Gui's way of attacking was surprisingly similar to Gu Fei's, also a repetitive set of moves tailored to the NPC's characteristics. Gu Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.

  But Gu Fei soon discovered that on a nearby hillside not far from himself, there was another person watching the sword demon's performance.

  This person wore a tight-fitting purple long gown, which showed off her great figure. It was obviously a female player. From the side, Gu Fei couldn't see her appearance clearly, only seeing that her right hand was holding her left arm, and her left hand had two fingers lightly placed on her lips, intently staring at the Sword Demon below the mountain slope.

  Unexpectedly, a girl also knew her stuff. Gu Fei smiled slightly. At this time, Jian Gui had just taken in another vagrant and retreated to the resting place, touched his pocket, seemingly discovering that his backpack was full, let out a sigh after standing up, and then saw the two people looking at him on the hillside. He was stunned for a moment before turning around and leaving.

  This distance, I don't know if he recognized me or not. Gu Fei thought secretly, his hands didn't have any special identifying equipment like the Frost Sword's memory.

  The two of them, having lost their target for sightseeing, immediately went their separate ways. Gu Fei noticed that the direction the girl was heading in was roughly the same as Jian Gui's, and he secretly laughed to himself: Could it be that Jian Gui is going to have a romantic encounter? Although his curiosity was piqued, thinking about how Huo Qiu was still waiting for him at the bar in town, he immediately gave up on the idea of following them to take a look.

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  Uh, I saw people discussing the style in the book review section... If you just conclude from the title and introduction, it's a bit too early. Those who talk about style are all old readers of Butterfly, if they write an introduction like "Dú Chuàng" or "Xīng Zhào", everyone will laugh and pass by; but for friends who really need to read the introduction to understand what this book is about, after reading that kind of introduction, he can only come up with one conclusion: What's this?! The introduction indeed doesn't have Butterfly's style, because if Butterfly writes an introduction like this in his usual verbose way, it should be at least a thousand words! Such a highly condensed introduction is really a breakthrough, let's cheer for the breakthrough! The so-called style... actually, everyone re-reads two old books and will find that not every chapter has the so-called style, I'm afraid it's just that everyone has an impression of some broken bridges and had a phenomenon of covering the whole with one point! Ah, summarizing is really quite accurate, let's cheer again...

  Finally, everyone please read the book first! In popular terms: this book has just begun, I plan to use 2 million words for the opening, 3 million words for the first small climax, 4 million words for the description, and if everything goes smoothly, then use 5 million words to transition to the next section... Then, hey! The book will officially start.

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