Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In the repeated archery training, Dudian's accuracy increased rapidly. Before his arm started to tremble uncontrollably, he could almost hit the target with every arrow, and seven out of ten arrows could hit the bullseye! For an ordinary person to achieve such a result, it would take at least three to five years of hard training. But with Dudian's Hunter constitution, he made such rapid progress in just about two months.
Of course, this was also inseparable from his day-and-night extreme training.
In addition to accuracy, almost every arrow of Dudian's penetrated the target, and the lethality increased significantly. However, he made no progress at all in the "Continuous Bead Arrows". When the young instructor came to check his results, he was immediately furious.
"You, is this the level you've reached in half a month? Your posture of drawing the arrow is so ugly. You're too negligent! Don't think that just because you've mastered the Marks of the Demon, you're a real Hunter. When you actually go hunting outside the Wall, you can only hunt some low-level monsters that even scavengers can kill!" The young instructor announced angrily, "Since you can't even learn the 'Continuous Bead Arrows' and like to be lazy, starting from tomorrow, you'll practice basic archery for another month. Do you admit your mistake!?"
Dudian had thought it would be some kind of hellish punishment. He didn't expect it to be basic archery practice again. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed, and a bit of his joy showed at the corners of his mouth. His "nonchalant" appearance made the young instructor even more furious.
So, in the following month, the young instructor greatly increased Dudian's daily archery task volume, suddenly raising it to two thousand two hundred arrows! In his opinion, such an overload of training had completely exceeded Dudian's physical ability. If he didn't meet the standard on time, he wouldn't get dinner, and without dinner, the training the next day would be even slower.
This would then fall into a vicious cycle. Facing an overload of training every day would make a person overly tired and even on the verge of collapse, which could greatly temper one's willpower.
This was also the purpose of the young instructor's training. Although it was said to be a punishment, the style of the consortium was mainly focused on interests. Punishing for the sake of punishment was not what the consortium wanted. So, even though it was a punishment, it was still mainly aimed at improving one of Dudian's abilities.
Dudian's number of arrows shot had already reached the level of two thousand eight hundred arrows. The "ultra-high standard" set by the young instructor for him had long been easily exceeded, and he continued to immerse himself in his understanding of archery.
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In the world outside the Wall, in Area 1 of the Mellon Consortium.
Different from other areas under the Mellon Consortium, in Area 1, there were hardly any dilapidated high-rise buildings, scattered buildings, or metal debris. It was extremely empty, like a vast wilderness. There were no weeds, and occasionally, broken and collapsed highways could be seen, which were already covered with thick moss and dust, indicating that this area had once been an urban area.
However, not a single intact building could be seen around.
The ground was covered with gravel and bloodstains, and corpses were rarely seen. The bloodstains were washed away by the disaster rain and turned into light red water, flowing into every corner of the rock crevices. When it dried up, it formed natural and beautiful patterns, branded on the ground.
At this moment, beside a pile of corpses in a ruin, five figures appeared like ghostly shadows. They quietly stuck behind the wall and looked towards the broken street beside the ruin. There were two depressions half a foot high and about one meter long that were deeply embedded in the ground. Next to these depressions was a lump of dark dirt, emitting a strong and pungent smell. If one looked closely, some bone residues and corroded metal could be seen in the dirt.
One of the figures quietly stepped forward, picked up a stone, and gently poked the lump of dirt. Seeing that it was soft and mushy, he immediately quietly came back and whispered, "Judging from the degree of dryness and hardness, it should have left here no more than two hours ago."
"Chase."
One of them said.
The five of them moved quickly and silently followed the huge depressions on the ground.
A quarter of an hour later, one of them suddenly made a rapid gesture, signaling to stop.
This person lowered his voice and said solemnly, "I can smell it. It's just in the three o'clock direction ahead, about eight thousand meters away from us."
"Very well. Get ready and lie in ambush at the back. The four of us will go up." The leader's eyes sparkled with excitement.
As soon as the previous person nodded, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "No! Hide quickly—"
Puff!
Several pitch-black sharp objects like claws suddenly shot out from the ground beneath the feet of these people. One of them pierced through the back of the person who was speaking and went straight through his heart.
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At the headquarters of the Hunters, in an ancient castle by the Neil River.
An intelligence report was sent in through the window by a black crow and landed on the desk.
When West, who was enjoying afternoon tea with the service of a maid, saw the red mark at the lower left corner of the envelope, his pupils shrank slightly. Ignoring his leisurely eating and drinking, he quickly pushed away the charming maid, sat upright at his desk, and with a solemn expression, quickly opened the envelope.
"The 'Black Weaver' has been spotted in Area 1 and has hunted and killed three Hunters?" West's face changed when he saw the content of the intelligence report. He hurriedly checked the details of the incident. "The Sixth Team was ambushed and hunted down by the 'Black Weaver' while tracking the 'Mountain Lion'. Only the team leader and one team member escaped with serious injuries."
"Has it finally couldn't hold back and come out? Damn beast!" West clenched the letter paper. The next moment, he quickly pulled out the letter paper, stuffed the letter back into the envelope intact, hung it on the black crow's foot, patted the black crow's feathers, and said, "Go to Glary's place."
The black crow cawed sharply, shook its wings, and flew out of the window.
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On the hunter training ground.
Dudian was training as usual, constantly drawing and shooting arrows, and his accuracy became even more remarkable. He even wanted to find some moving targets to practice on.
It was almost time for lunch. Suddenly, the young instructor rushed onto the training ground. After finding Dudian, he immediately handed him a letter and gasped, "This is an urgent summons from the consortium for you. There's a situation outside the Wall, and there's a temporary shortage of available hunters. Your primary ability of the 'Fear of Contamination' Marks of the Demon is super sense of smell, right? The consortium wants you to join a team and go outside the Wall to carry out an urgent mission. Hurry up and get ready."
Dudian couldn't help but stop and was a bit taken aback. "But I'm still in the training period."
"This is an urgent summons. As long as you're not on another mission outside the Wall and can't be reached, you have to put down all your work and respond to the consortium's summons!" The young instructor spoke quickly. "Your Hunter's armor has already been customized and will be sent to you later. Stop immediately and don't waste any more physical strength. Go and replenish yourself quickly. Someone will come to pick you up and take you outside the Wall soon."
"So urgent?" Dudian also quickly put down his bow and stopped wasting physical strength. "Aren't there any other hunters who are resting?"
"Other hunters are either recuperating from injuries or have important matters to attend to. Otherwise, the headquarters wouldn't send a newbie like you to such a dangerous place." The young instructor urged, "Hurry up."