Near the cemetery of death in the southern part of the vast and boundless Dark Forest.
There was a surging waterfall that flowed down with a majestic momentum. Below the waterfall was a wide, deep pool, and there was a trickling stream that led in three directions at the edge of the pool. The surrounding trees were verdant and lush, and all sorts of strange boulders could be seen everywhere. Fish swam in the clear waters of the pool.
Silver water flowed down like the Milky Way and gathered in the pool below, emitting an enormous roar. The torrent of water that flowed down like a long river surged violently, crashing against the rocks below and creating shocking water trails that splashed in all directions.
There was a hard round rock in a corner where the waterfall flowed down. A completely naked man sat on top of the rock, his muscles well-proportioned and full of strength. He sat cross-legged on top of the rock, using his body to withstand the violent impact of the falling waterfall.
The surging water smashed against his body, emitting loud crackling sounds. His body swayed slightly, and his expression was cold. The veins on his body pulsed, and there seemed to be a faint black light flickering on the surface of his skin.
This person was naturally Han Shuo. Ever since he'd arrived at the cemetery of death, the first thing he'd done was to digest the fighting aura that the "Shadow Ghost" assassin had left in his body.
Han Shuo's body had been reborn after his magical yuan had advanced from the "solid" stage to the "open channels" stage. Even the appearance of the fighting aura that had entered Han Shuo's body had changed. The fighting aura that had been injected into his body by the assassin at the Boozt Merchant Guild had been restrained by the magical yuan at first. Han Shuo had thought that it would be the same as before, and that it would slowly be absorbed by the magical yuan as he did as he pleased.
However, reality proved that Han Shuo's judgement was wrong. The fighting aura hadn't been dissolved by the magical yuan this time. Instead, the magical yuan seemed to slowly loosen its restraints on purpose, causing the fighting aura that had entered Han Shuo's body to run amok in Han Shuo's meridians, causing damage to Han Shuo's meridians. Even some of his bones couldn't withstand it and broke.
Logically speaking, this should've been a very painful matter, but when Han Shuo was training, he was surprised to discover that the meridians and bones that had been damaged by the fighting aura had changed again after being reforged by the magical yuan. The reforged meridians were much wider and more resilient than before. When the magical yuan flowed through these meridians, the speed became many times faster than other places, and the bones were also much tougher.
After understanding all of this, Han Shuo was delighted to discover that if he continued to train at this speed, then according to the principle of breaking down and building up, the speed of training in the level of "opening the meridians" would be many times faster than normal training.
Just as he was lamenting that training in demonic magic was indeed suicidal, Han Shuo happened upon this waterfall. Based on his understanding of the importance of training in demonic magic, Han Shuo suddenly had the idea to use the impact of the waterfall to train in demonic magic. Reality proved that this idea of Han Shuo's was completely correct.
As Han Shuo endured the violent impact of the waterfall with his body under the waterfall, he felt the pain caused by the fighting aura running amok in his meridians. At this time, when he was training in demonic magic, the speed at which he progressed was astonishingly fast. The meridians that had been damaged by the fighting aura became incomparably tough and perverse.
However, the impact was the greatest at the center of the waterfall. Han Shuo had only given it a try, but he was already dizzy from the enormous impact. He almost fainted after holding on for three seconds, and his body was completely unable to sit firmly on the rock. With no other choice, he could only temporarily rely on the less intense waterfall to train in the corners, hoping that when his body became stronger, he would be able to withstand the greatest impact of the waterfall in the center.
Just like this, he would catch a fish and roast it when he was hungry, and spend the rest of his time training in demonic magic. After an unknown amount of time, when Han Shuo felt that the fighting aura that the assassin had left in his body had completely disappeared, he suddenly discovered that the speed of training in the "opening channels" level had slowed down again.
"It looks like I'll have to think of another way to quickly break through to the opening channels level. Continuing to train so slowly doesn't seem to be the way to go. " Han Shuo muttered to himself. His body was like a large, nimble fish as he flew towards the pool of water in the middle of the waterfall.
His two hands shot out like lightning from within the pool of water, and he caught two strange fish. He swam ashore and put on his clothes. Han Shuo took out a fire and started roasting the fish. When Han Shuo had his fill and was about to return to the cemetery of death, he heard a few light footsteps.
Han Shuo's senses were becoming more and more acute. He focused his attention and quickly flew towards the source of the sound. Danger lurked in every corner of the Dark Forest.
Not only were there high-level magical beasts and all sorts of strange races, but there were also all sorts of adventurers who came to explore. Han Shuo had even seen a long silver dragon flying through the sky towards the deeper south of the Dark Forest one day.
Dragons were one of the most powerful existences in this world. According to legends, dragons not only had bodies as hard as iron and stone, but they also possessed powerful magic. Among magical beasts, they were a level higher than first rank magical beasts. They were also the most powerful super rank magical beasts. Every dragon was incomparably powerful. Often, a place with a dragon meant the appearance of a treasure. Every warrior who slayed a dragon would receive the respect of everyone.
Of course, with Han Shuo's current strength, he naturally wouldn't be so stupid as to become some brave warrior who slayed a dragon. However, the appearance of the long silver dragon made Han Shuo realize that there must be an even more terrifying area in the deeper parts of the Dark Forest.
After a while, Han Shuo finally arrived at the scene according to the direction of the sound. After taking in the surrounding scene, Han Shuo couldn't help but reveal a slight smile. He hadn't thought that he'd run into familiar faces here.
Ten or so dwarves with thick bodies, long beards tied into braids, and only a meter or so tall, wielded iron hammers, axes, and some ore mining shovels in their hands. They were fighting with thirty or so Forest Troll. Two dwarves on the ground had already died from long spears. These dwarves' faces were all flushed red. Even though they knew that they were no match for the Forest Troll, none of them retreated or fled. They stayed where they were and fought the Forest Troll head-on.
By now, Han Shuo was no longer completely ignorant of some of the miraculous races on the Profound Continent. Dwarves had extraordinary brewing skills and were even more adept at forging weapons. They were conservative and loved alcohol as much as their lives. Their tempers were stubborn and irritable, but once one obtained their friendship, they would become incomparably generous.
Seeing these dwarves raise their iron hammers and axes even though they knew that they were no match for the Forest Troll, shouting and yelling as they fought fearlessly against the Forest Troll, Han Shuo actually had a bit of a favorable impression of these dwarves.
In addition, Han Shuo thought of the two fields that dwarves were adept at. Perhaps they would be of some help to him. After only thinking for a moment, Han Shuo suddenly rushed out, the dagger in his hand quickly slashing, and a Forest Troll immediately fell.
When Han Shuo stood in front of these Forest Troll and dwarves and chanted a magical incantation to summon the Little Skull, the green face of the Forest Troll leader became very unsightly. He shouted in fear, "That evil human has brought the demons again. Retreat, retreat!"
These Forest Troll were obviously very afraid of the Little Skull with the seven bone spurs on his back. When they saw the Little Skull appear with the bone dagger in hand, they immediately scattered under the summons of the Forest Troll leader.
"Mighty warrior, I, Bennett, thank you for your help." After the Forest Troll had left, one of the strongest dwarves holding an iron hammer raised his hammer and expressed his thanks to Han Shuo with dwarven etiquette.
"Don't mention it. I greatly admire your strong fighting spirit. Oh right, why did these Forest Troll attack you? "Han Shuo waved his hands and said modestly and politely.
"Humph, these greedy bandits don't work for themselves and only think of how to rob others. They wanted us to forge weapons for them for free, so that their robberies would be smoother. We refused their requests, so these despicable bandits continuously harassed us and cruelly killed our family. "Bennett huffed and puffed at his beard as he spoke angrily.
Nodding, Han Shuo added, "So that's how it is. They also wanted to rob our merchant caravan last time. These damned bandits are despicable alright!"
"Honored warrior, you've saved us and we would like to repay you with fine wine. Please return to the village with us!" Bennett looked at Han Shuo and extended a kind invitation.
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