Doomsday Cataclysm: My Proficiency Panel

Chapter 11 Materials
The biggest motivation for sticking to one thing is the most intuitive gain, especially a thing with unimaginable benefits.

It’s nothing more than continuous exercise that can improve continuously, and it can also increase physical strength beyond imagination. Such benefits make Li Ming’s heart hot. Although the increase in strength made him drink up half a can of milk powder, the purpose of these milk powder Isn't it exercise?
Feeling the strength of the body, it is too worthwhile to use these milk powder for a one-time consumption in exchange for a sudden increase in body strength.

"My current body has definitely reached the standard of health."

Feeling the flexibility and strength of his body, Li Ming became more and more delighted. He held the spear tightly, and with great strength, he performed the simplest blocking, holding and piercing the spear over and over again in the living room.

Even though he only held the two-meter-two long spear flat, he still felt very relaxed. He could feel the improvement of his physical strength, and he was very happy in his heart.

In this way, the exercise is more diligent.

[Pisting gun proficiency +1]

[Gun blocking proficiency +1]

[Gun proficiency +1]

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【Spearmanship——beginner and first practice: blocking (1%), holding (1%), stabbing (19%)]

Suddenly, he practiced holding the spear again, and three different reminders appeared in front of Li Ming's eyes. At the same time, the reminder of the new skill made Li Ming's eyes light up, and he knew that the practice of holding the spear was finally on the right track.

He temporarily stopped at the spot to feel carefully, followed closely the knowledge and skills emerging in his heart, and tried to practice again.

Draw a circle with the tip of the gun to the left, and back away, expecting to avoid the enemy's attack and deflect it to block the attack.

Draw a circle with the head of the gun to the right, and lean forward, anticipating that the enemy will retreat or stand still to take down the dangerous weapon.

With both hands stabbing forward, the strength of the legs, waist, and arms is carried through to the gun, stabbing out fiercely, and killing the enemy.

Stop, take, stick!
"Whoo, hoo..."

[Pisting gun proficiency +1]

There was still no movement between blocking the gun and taking the gun. Li Ming was not discouraged, thought carefully in his heart, and continued to practice.

Stop, take, stick!
………………

It was slowly getting dark.

Peng Zhi, who was waiting by the window for rescue, sat back in the room in disappointment, looked at the three packs of instant noodles on the table, and swallowed his saliva.

"Honey, it's time to eat."

"Save this bag for tomorrow, and make the potatoes tomorrow, so I won't be offended by that Li Mingniao."

"Li Ming is such a villain. He lent us a few packs of instant noodles when he has so many good things. Damn it. When I have something to eat, it will be over if I borrow him or not."

While greeting his wife to make instant noodles, Peng Zhi left a pack of instant noodles and still kept cursing.

"Li Ming is practicing guns in the living room, be careful not to be heard by him."

Zhang Yuan looked at the cursing husband, pursed her lips, and said to the instant noodles.

"Hmph, if you're still practicing guns, just die, idiot, the more you practice, the faster you will be hungry, and the more you will eat, I will see what he will do when the food is gone."

Peng Zhi snorted, his voice became much quieter unknowingly, he endured hunger and waited for the instant noodles to boil, then he couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and start eating, and he didn't forget to drink up the soup after eating.

"Honey, wash the dishes, I'm going to take a shower."

After drinking the soup, Peng Zhi broke out in a sweat, threw the bowl to his wife and went to take a bath by himself.

Zhang Yuan, who was also drenched in sweat, nodded. With more and more tragedies at night in the past two days, the piercing screams seemed to be ringing in their ears. It's as hot as Li Ming's house now.

He took the bowl and opened the door, only to find that Li Ming had just stopped practicing the gun and looked at the other party with the light. The floor was wet.

Zhang Yuan pursed her lips, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash up.

Li Ming glanced at her, didn't say a word, picked up the salt water on the side and drank it in a big gulp, breathed out comfortably, then took off the long sword on his back, took it back home with the long spear, and stretched it in the room. After stretching, Zhang Yuan just left the kitchen.

Only then did Li Ming Shi Shiran prepare the ingredients, and decided to have a meal of fried meat with celery + steamed rice.

"There are not many dishes left."

Li Ming looked at the refrigerator, and there were only a dozen tomatoes, a dozen eggs, a dozen green peppers, and about five or six catties of meat left in it.

Coupled with the six potatoes on the ground outside, these dishes can last for four or five days at most.

But... four or five days is enough.

Li Ming thought about the progress of his sword stabbing, and his thoughts were also finalized.

"Wait until the marksmanship is small, and after being promoted by that mysterious force, rest and accumulate energy for two days, and then go out to find food!"

Li Ming knows that athletes will not exercise for a period of time before going on the court, and at most do basic exercises to keep the body adequately rested, so that they can have stronger explosive power and physical strength when exercising.

It was a life-and-death test for him to go out to kill zombies, so he couldn't be careless, so he planned to learn this trick, but he couldn't rest for a long time, at most two days.

If he doesn't eat well, he won't be able to maintain his condition, forcing his situation to get worse and worse, so he has to act quickly after eating healthy food.

There is only one chance.

Once you fail, you will either be bitten to death by zombies or starve to death.

A thought flashed in Li Ming's mind, and the urge to sleep with a woman inexplicably rose in his body, but he suppressed it again.

Although he really wanted to, there was only one woman beside him now, which was Peng Zhi's wife, Zhang Yuan. Even if he wanted to sleep, it would depend on her consent.

The apocalypse had just broken out, and he didn't want to be idle and start a conflict. If it went too far, he would be easily injured now, and he might capsize in the gutter.

Wait... why am I thinking this.

Zhang Yuan is someone else's wife, why do you think about it.

Li Ming woke up suddenly, scolded himself twice in his heart, not daring to face the desire in his heart, and hurriedly chose vegetables to cook.

……

"Just rest and rest."

After the meal, Li Ming breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his heart was starting to agitate again. He hurriedly took a bath to calm down, and lay down on the bed to rest.

In the blink of an eye, the sixth day is over.

………………

In the early morning of the next day, Li Ming woke up early, got up to wash and eat, picked up the long sword after dinner to make sure that there was no trace of hand injury, picked up the long spear and came to the living room again.

Before starting to exercise, he glanced at the marksmanship progress on the panel again.

【Spearmanship——beginner and first practice: blocking (53%), holding (53%), stabbing (87%)]

"The gun is about to be upgraded, but it's better to practice steadily and steadily."

Li Ming shook his head looking at the proficiency in blocking and holding the gun, he did not abandon the blocking and holding the gun in a hurry, and only practiced the shooting, but kept the rhythm, advancing bit by bit as usual proficiency.

He believes that when the gong arrives, everything will come naturally.

"Huh, whoosh..."

[Gun blocking proficiency +1]

[Gun proficiency +1]

[Pisting gun proficiency +1]

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Tie (90%)

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Tie (97%)

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During the steady training, the proficiency of piercing the gun continued to rise, and finally, after half an hour, he broke through the current level.

Tie (0% for beginners)

Information surged in the void in front of his eyes, and Li Ming had a lot of understandings about piercing the gun in his heart. Suddenly, he slightly adjusted the posture of his back and legs, and then pierced the spear again.

"Whoosh..."

The spear instantly became stronger and more stable, and his proficiency increased again.

"That's right. Although it's difficult to master marksmanship, it's easier to get started."

Li Ming was satisfied, and then he practiced marksmanship even more vigorously.

Compared with a sword, a two-meter-two-meter-long spear is obviously safer. After practicing marksmanship, his safety when going out will obviously be a qualitative leap.

After all, it is obvious which is safer to kill the enemy at a distance of one meter, or to kill the enemy at a distance of two meters!

In addition, there is still enough food to eat, so even if the sword skills meet the standards, Li Ming still will not give up the training and improvement of marksmanship.

In this way, during the training, the whole morning passed quickly.

When Li Ming put away his gun, drank water, stretched and rested, the door of Peng Zhi's room opened, and Zhang Yuan came out with two potatoes.

"Wake up so early to exercise."

Zhang Yuan seemed to have just woken up, as she walked towards the kitchen, she greeted Li Ming.

The living room was narrow, so she had to say hello when they passed by.

In the sunshine, Zhang Yuan's light and clean body seems to have a fragrance...

(End of this chapter)