In the open space, Roger's demonstration echoed in the minds of the patrol members. Their eyes were burning.
Just now, Roger smashed a boulder with the strength of an ordinary First Awakening Stage hunter with an iron rod in his hand.
When did a First Awakening Stage hunter have such terrifying destructive power?
They didn't doubt Roger's words. Just now, the Iron Mask Luo also showed his full strength. That power … compared to that, smashing a boulder or something was really limited.
"Through training, a person will be able to fully display their combat strength, and by mastering a more advanced technique, they will be able to display strength that far exceeds their own."
"We call these techniques of exertion battle techniques."
The patrol members' eyes were burning.
Skills, combat skills, these things they had never even heard of. In an instant, it was like opening the door to a new world. Even their breathing became heavy.
"What I just used is a combat skill, Heavy Chop."
Roger held the steel rod in his hand and slowed down his previous movements. "Learning a battle skill isn't easy. The first thing you need to do is to familiarize yourself with these few movements. Once you've familiarized yourself with these movements, even if you can't truly learn a battle skill, it will still be of great help to your combat strength."
These movements looked awkward individually, but if he could complete them in a short period of time and link them together, there was an indescribable beauty to it.
Smooth, natural, and full of power!
They began to try to imitate these movements. Although it was difficult, they tried their best to persist.
They didn't expect that they would be exposed to combat skills and have the opportunity to learn them. The benefits of joining the patrol team were beyond their expectations. These people felt extremely lucky. If they didn't join the patrol team, they would've missed the opportunity to learn combat skills. They thought of the hunters who didn't join the patrol team. If they knew about this, they wouldn't know if their intestines would turn green.
Of course, they wouldn't say that it was a secret belonging to the patrol team. Just thinking about it occasionally made them excited.
On the side.
Roger looked at them and corrected their movements. He couldn't help but nod.
The Heavy Chop combat skill itself was the most basic combat skill. But as a general combat skill of the warrior profession, it had a wide range of adaptability, including the prerequisites of combat skills. In the city he had stayed in before, it was a compulsory practice for every soldier.
Although these people did not have a good foundation, and it was obvious that some of them had never experienced battle, they knew how to work hard and could be considered as talents.
Since that was the case, Roger thought for a moment and released his aura, suppressing them.
The few patrolmen who were trying their best to mimic their movements turned pale and almost fell down. However, under such a strong pressure, the movements that they couldn't mimic no matter how hard they tried suddenly became much more accurate.
…
After lunch, Peng Bo rubbed his bloated belly and burped with satisfaction.
The intensity of the morning training was very high, especially as the only ability user. Captain Roger's terrain fell on him more, and the consumption was also greater. In just one afternoon, his appetite had increased by a large margin.
Peng Bo was overjoyed!
Hard work? What the hell was that? His only hobby was to eat, and his greatest hobby was to eat more.
After the intense consumption in the morning, his appetite suddenly broke through his limit. In the past, he either didn't eat enough, or although he was full, he didn't actually consume much. His appetite was similar to an ordinary foodie. Only at noon today did he show his ability.
He left the other members of the patrol far behind. Even a few hunters were no match for him.
As soon as he heard that there was a special activity in the afternoon, Peng Bo arrived early.
Obviously, he was not the only one with this idea. Although Captain Roger gave them a certain amount of rest time, all the members of the patrol came to this open space one after another and began to practice that strange posture.
"Captain Roger is here!"
Someone shouted, and Peng Bo turned back from his awkward posture. He saw Captain Roger carrying a huge box and walking over.
The box was very large and heavy. As soon as it was placed on the ground, it splashed a lot of dust.
"This is?"
The box was opened.
Peng Bo's eyes widened. Inside was a set of brand-new equipment, including swords, guns, and other weapons. There was also a full set of black striped combat clothes.
Roger pointed to the equipment, "This is one of the benefits of the patrol team, a full set of equipment prepared for you."
Peng Bo's eyes lit up. He immediately picked up a silver long sword and slashed it.
Whoosh!
The sharp whistling sound of wind breaking could be heard. Peng Bo could barely feel the resistance coming from the sword. He staggered and with a 'shua' sound, the sword hacked into a large rock at the side. Half of the sword had already sunk into the rock.
"Hiss!"
Not only Peng Bo, but the other patrol members all sucked in a breath of cold air. They clearly saw that Peng Bo didn't use much strength at all. Moreover, he didn't even stand firmly in the end. The strength he used was only the strength of a person swaying. It wasn't much, but with just this little bit of strength, more than half of the sword had already been inserted into the stone.
Someone tried to touch the hilt of the sword. With a little push, the entire sword was completely sunk into the stone, leaving only the hilt.
All the patrol members: "…"
This weapon was too fierce. They had never seen such a sharp weapon before!
Why most hunters couldn't fight against demonic beasts of the same level? In addition to the lack of combat skills, the biggest factor was the weapon! The cold weapons used by the hunters couldn't cut deep into the demonic beast's body. In this case, how could they fight against the demonic beast?
Even if it was forged by modern craftsmanship, a truly high-quality cold weapon would not be this sharp. It was fine to deal with ordinary demonic beasts. But if it was a second or third stage demonic beast, it would take a lot of effort to break the demonic beast's defense.
They knew that after joining the patrol team, the shelter would distribute weapons. But no one expected that this weapon would be so sharp. It could be regarded as a divine weapon!
The patrol members were immersed in their fantasies.
With such a weapon in hand, they could easily break the scales and fur of the demonic beast. Killing the demonic beast would be much easier!
Everyone's faces were filled with excitement.
No wonder they saw Leader Tang wearing a black combat suit. No wonder Captain Roger always wore heavy armor. Initially, some people couldn't understand. But now they understood that this equipment was truly suitable for the doomsday. It was really strong!
They were glad.
The patrol team's duty was to deal with demonic beasts. Originally, they were quite nervous and worried. But now, with such equipment, they were no longer prey.
They were hunters!
Everyone happily changed into the equipment. After putting on the combat suit, the comfortable and convenient feeling made them happy.
But they didn't know that this was only the most basic model of equipment.
After the team assembled, Roger nodded, "I'll give you ten minutes to familiarize yourself with the equipment. After that, you'll go out with me and fight against demonic beasts. This will be the afternoon training subject."
… …
Outside the shelter, at the entrance of the original resort villa.
All the members of the patrol team wore black striped combat clothes with swords on their waists and rifles on their backs. This uniform equipment raised the spirit of the patrol members by several levels.
Originally, they looked like ordinary shelter combatants. But now, they were upgraded to the elite soldiers of a large shelter.
Roger's goal this time was the county town ten kilometers away.
The county town was not small and had a lot of supplies. He had been there several times before, but he couldn't transport many things back due to the lack of manpower. This was the patrol team's combat training, and it was also the patrol team's first mission. Roger specifically asked for a minivan to carry more things.
The team moved slowly. Everyone's face remained vigilant and excited.
Every patrol member had the experience of surviving in the doomsday. But this time, it was different from the past. In the past, they tried to avoid demonic beasts. But this time, they had to take the initiative to find demonic beasts.
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