As Meng Chao spoke, his finger suddenly moved like a dagger and poked Leaf's Adam's apple.
Leaf felt a bolt of lightning crawl into his throat. It was so painful that his tears froze in his eyes, but he could not make a single sound. It was as if lightning had torn a hole in his throat, and all his strength and sound flowed out of the hole.
But Meng Chao did not show any intention to stop.
His fingers moved like lightning all over the vital parts of the rat man's body.
From his eyes to his temples.
From his carotid artery to his heart.
From his liver to his thighs.
He made Leaf experience what it felt like to live a life worse than death once more.
But he used a special method to ensure that Leaf's mind remained clear so that he would not faint because of the pain.
If Leaf had some concept of modern medicine, he would definitely think that he had gone through a major surgery to cut open his stomach without anesthesia!
While he stabbed, Meng Chao calmly explained to Leaf the structure of the human body, the distribution of vital parts, the most effective way to cut into the target, and at the same time, he could deal the greatest damage while instantly releasing all the target's strength, including the strength to make them moan, and so on. This was a course that all Ghost Assassins had to learn.
At that moment, Meng Chao was a true harvester — a harvester of life!
Over the past three days, the teenager had seen a lot of powerful fighters in Blood Hoof Tribe.
Including the minotaur warrior with broken horns, all of them had bloody hands and killed people without batting an eyelid.
But he had never seen or even heard of anyone like Meng Chao, who could turn killing into an absolutely precise skill or even an art.
"Lord Harvester, what did you do in the past?"
The more he looked at Meng Chao's bottomless black eyes, the more terrified he became.
The more he looked at Meng Chao's bottomless black eyes, the more terrified he became.
But even though it was painful, Meng Chao's teaching method was very effective.
This was the teaching method that the foul-mouthed instructor from Meng Chao's previous life had personally taught him in Black Skull's training camp, and it had left a deep impression on him.
The bone-piercing pain could make an assassin who had just joined the sect imprint all the common knowledge regarding vital parts into their bones.
During battle, they did not need to think. They could just use their reflexes to execute it.
"Now you know how to kill people. Although it's still not enough to deal with an expert like the Minotaur Warrior with broken horns, it's enough to deal with these red-eyed rats."
Meng Chao used the lightning-like pain to wander around Leaf's body. "But there are a few things I hope that you will remember.
"First, I won't hypocritically tell you not to kill people. Living in such a godforsaken time and place, killing people is indeed one of the most effective ways to solve problems.
"But I don't want you to completely rely on killing to solve your problems, and I don't want you to like the feeling of killing.
"The feeling of killing is addictive, and it will form a path dependence. Unknowingly, you will lose the ability to solve problems using methods other than killing.
"The world is so big. One day, you will meet someone you can't kill.
"At that time, you will be completely controlled by the desire to kill, and you will be finished!"
Ye did not quite understand Meng Chao's words.
But under the stimulation of the pain, he still nodded desperately.
"Second, assassins are not berserkers. In truth, using the least amount of blood to achieve the greatest effect is the highest state we pursue," Meng Chao continued.
"Let's use the current situation as an example. With your current strength, you'll definitely be able to handle five strong rat people.
"But there are far more than just five men in this cell. There are a total of eighty-two rat people.
"Thirty-seven of them have eaten at least one deep-fried Mandala Fruit in the past day. They've been resting for a long time, and they still have basic fighting strength. Under the stimulation of hunger and the desire to live, their explosive power is several times stronger than usual.
"Among these people, there are five powerful fighters who ate an average of six deep-fried Mandala Fruits in the past day. Their fighting strength is astonishing.
"It's impossible for you to win against all of them in one go. You have to make choices. Tell me, we're about to start the next round of food distribution. What do you intend to do?"
Ye's mind raced, and he blurted out, "Thank you for your reminder, Lord Harvester. I'll avoid the five strongest red-eyed rat people and attack the sixth."
"Wrong," Meng Chao said.
"If we're only going to snatch one round, attacking the Red-eyed Rat Citizen who's ranked sixth in this cell is indeed the correct choice. After all, the person ranked sixth has only eaten two deep-fried Mandala Fruits over the past day. There's a rather large difference in strength between him and the person ranked fifth.
"It's impossible for the top five to snatch all the deep-fried Mandala Fruits. Replacing the sixth person will allow you to fill your stomach for the time being.
"But it's impossible for us to get the ten deep-fried Mandala Fruits we need in one round.
"We still have to stay here for a long time, and we'll have to go through a few rounds of fighting.
"Even if you can kill the sixth red-eyed rat person, you can't guarantee that the top five won't be interested in you and hold ill will against you. Before you show them enough strength to intimidate them, they won't let you go.
"Of course, I believe that you'll be able to get rid of them in the end.
"But you'll definitely need to spend a lot of effort and energy.
"If you want to become stronger, you have to learn how to plan your movements and attack your targets reasonably so that you can save every drop of your precious energy.
"So, the correct answer isn't the sixth, but the first. You should get rid of the strongest red-eyed rat person in this cell!"
"What?"
Ye was shocked.
"Do you know what's the difference between the first and the sixth?" Meng Chao smiled.
The teenager thought about it for a long time.
In the end, he shook his head, feeling a little confused.
"If you kill the sixth, the first will feel threatened and think of a way to kill you, but if you kill the first, I promise you that the second to the sixth will stay far away from you. They won't even dare to look at you," Meng Chao said.
"Also, the sixth knows his own strength very well, and he's very wary of the competitors around him. He might not be easy to deal with.
"But the strongest red-eyed rat person in this cell has already snatched eleven deep-fried Mandala Fruits in the past day.
"He's confident in his strength and doesn't care about others at all. All he wants to do is to leave this place and join a real wrestling competition. There's no way he'll be on guard against a sobbing coward like you."
Crying in public was Ye's dark history.
The teenager lowered his head, and his face turned red.
But he had to admit that what the harvester said made sense.
"Also, you have to consider the other people's reactions," Meng Chao analyzed the situation in detail.
"Let's say that you killed the sixth and the first ordered everyone to charge at you and tear you to shreds. How many people do you think would dare to not listen to him when he threatened them with force or tempted them with fried bits of meat?
"But this guy has snatched too much food in the past day and destroyed too many people's hopes of survival. Everyone's gazes toward him are a little off, and even the second to the fifth don't dare to say anything even though they're angry.
"The strong stay strong. Now, the first has become too strong, and he's threatening the survival of all the people in this cell.
"If everything goes according to plan, he will definitely be able to get more food in the next round of food drops than the previous round.
"If he snatches a few more deep-fried Mandala Fruits, it means that a few of the red-eyed rat people will starve to death.
"So, in truth, you're not the only one who wants to kill him. All the red-eyed rat people want to kill the first. But the cell is small, and everyone's eyes are wide open and their ears perk up. The people who aren't the first don't have the chance to connect the dots.
"But I believe that as long as you attack quickly and viciously and decide the victor in an instant, the other red-eyed rat people will definitely stand on your side and help you fight against the first."
Ye was dumbfounded when he heard this.
He did not expect that the seemingly chaotic fight for food that relied on strength and luck would have so many tricks up its sleeve.
Besides, the harvester did not seem to be doing anything. He just lurked in a corner quietly.
But he observed the number of people in the cell, their strength, the amount of resources the strong and the weak snatched, and the mentality of the strong and weak. He analyzed everything clearly!
He could not help but cast a glance at the tallest, strongest, and most smug red-eyed rat person in the crowd.
This person seemed to have some of the blood of a minotaur and a boar person.
He had a thick and stiff mane, and two fangs protruded from his mouth. His arms were thicker than Ye's thighs, and he occupied the space of three rat people as if there was no one else around him.
The intersecting scars on his face and body showed that he had a lot of fighting experience.
Once he ate his fill of deep-fried Mandala Fruits, his oily face shone with arrogance, and he seemed to be saying frankly, "I shouldn't be here. I should be standing in a real coliseum!"
Compared to this built and arrogant person, Meng Chao was covered in wounds.
Meng Chao was covered in wounds, and he looked even more wretched.
But Ye knew it very well.
At the moment the harvester's gaze landed on him faintly …
The so-called "number one" was already a dead man.
"Don't look at him directly," Meng Chao reminded him.
"Move your body forward by 27.5 centimeters. Um, one-third of an arm's length. Turn your head to the bottom left … Turn it a little. Once you're at a suitable angle, you'll be able to see his face clearly through the reflection on the surface of the dirty water.
"No, there's nothing nice about his face. I want you to observe the scars on his body.
"'Scars are a warrior's medal.' I know that the Turanians have this tradition. They like to show their scars to others, as if the more scars they have and the more serious their injuries are, the more glorious they will be.
"I have to say, this tradition is really stupid.
"Scars contain a lot of information, including how they usually use their hands, their fighting habits, the condition of their internal injuries, their fatal weaknesses, and other things.
"Trust me, as long as you learn how to read scars and corpses.
"You'll be able to see everyone's weaknesses!"
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