Goblin Dependency
Chapter 320 - 169: Etching and Charging

Chapter 320: Chapter 169: Etching and Charging

As the lowest-level demon creatures growing on the Aifala Continent, goblins and Grey skinned Rats have a lot in common.

Both are small and weak individuals who rely on group cooperation, overwhelming their foes with sheer numbers; both live in dark, damp, dirty undergrounds, driven by their instincts to indulge in their desires.

In a sense, calling goblins "humanoid grey skinned rats," or calling Grey skinned Rats "rat goblins," seems to make sense.

And in actual combat, the experience Xia Nan has from both is quite similar.

Their fragile bodies are like tender green plants under the blades of a lawnmower, not even able to touch the hem of Xia Nan’s clothes, as they turn into scattered limbs and fragments amidst the wolf howling wind of the [Teeth Hunting].

The iron-grey Beheading Longsword cuts through the air in a perfect arc, enhanced by forward momentum into a reinforced version of [Vortex Slash].

The large circle of blood mist that subsequently erupted before him once again proved that these rats, like goblins, had pitiful defense ability.

As for their pride, relying on large numbers to move freely in underground tunnels, instilling fear in others.

Faced with an opponent with extremely high mobility, additional range damage upon moving, incredibly fast speed, and abundant stamina,

it seemed so pale and laughable.

"Skill Level +1"

"[Teeth Hunting]lv3: (27/100)"

The all too familiar translucent characters flashed before his eyes again.

Since the level-up, the long-lost combat allowed the battle skill proficiency, which was increasingly slow to improve with daily training, to once again rapidly increase.

The roaring wolf head carrying blood and shredded flesh seemed to absorb the life force of the weak individuals dying, turning them into cold numbers on the attribute panel.

Muscles tugged and swelled, blood surged through his body as the heart pumped faster.

Even in the high-speed movement that blurred the surrounding air, the satisfying resistance of tearing flesh from the sword’s edge, the continuous sound of painful wailing, and the flying fragments of limbs driven by air currents...

The almost entirely filled gray-black rat horde in his vision remained.

However, in Xia Nan’s heart, the previous aversion and repulsion were no longer there.

Like the goblins that once left a deep shadow on him and of whom he now only thought of as tools to increase skill level.

At this moment, these Grey skinned Rats in his eyes seemed to gradually detach from their identity as demons, becoming walking "experience bags."

Ang—

The long and piercing wolf howl echoed continuously through the corridor, for a moment, seemingly drowning out the enormous squeaks from the numerous Grey skinned Rats in the air.

Gazing at the menacing wolf head composed of blood and shredded flesh weaving through the rat swarm ahead.

"Gulp."

Eight finger suddenly swallowed hard.

His gaze couldn’t help but shift to the panting Iron Head beside him, who had just taken the chance of the rat swarm being distracted by the sudden strong foe to return to his side, and subconsciously asked:

"Where did you find this...?"

Professional!

Without a doubt, a professional!

As the leader of the Gray Badger Gang, Eight finger, who had been an adventurer for many years in his youth, may not say he had extensive experience, but he had seen plenty of well-equipped, deeply intense seniors.

He had even had relative in-depth interactions with some of them.

Thus, he clearly knew that once a professional level was achieved, the gap between individuals could reach an exaggerated extent.

Eight finger didn’t know the identity of the stern young man wielding a grey Longsword, even the man’s professional type was hard to discern due to his unusual combat style.

But it was certain that this man, who single-handedly nearly wiped out the entire rat horde, was definitely not a newly minted professional who hadn’t yet fully understood his own strength.

Upon thinking this, he couldn’t help but turn his head again, shifting his sight from the battlefield to the heavily breathing Iron Head beside him, exclaiming:

"Weren’t you outside collecting money? How did you know we had a problem here?"

Due to the consecutive appearances of Iron Head and Xia Nan, Eight finger instinctively assumed that this little underling he sent out to collect protection fees learned of the danger in the sewers and specifically invited someone over to help.

If that were the case, he might have to elevate Iron Head’s position within the gang in the future.

Thinking of this, Eight finger couldn’t help silently cursing.

"Mad, knowing such a ruthless character, why are you still here acting as a street thug?"

"You can have my position as the boss of the Gray Badger Gang!"

Unaware of Eight finger’s thoughts, Iron Head, who had finally rushed back, couldn’t help but feel relieved looking at the scene of rapid destruction on the battlefield.

Luckily, he had some vision and didn’t offend the other party, otherwise... even maggots would have been growing on him by now.

Also considering that he should remind the brothers responsible for Fool’s Gold Street to be careful, especially about that tailor shop, they need to pay more attention and not let someone uninformed cause trouble.

"No, no." Panting heavily, Iron Head replied, "Those two are here looking for you, boss."

Upon hearing this, Eight finger instantly tensed up.

He began franticly recalling if he had ever offended those two, or if anything he did recently might have involved them.

For a moment, he even began contemplating his escape route, considering whether he should make a run for it.

But in the next second, seeing the menacing wolf head in the rat swarm ahead in the blink of an eye shuttle from one end of the corridor to the other, he abandoned the thought entirely.