Doomsday Cataclysm: My Proficiency Panel

Chapter 8
"Phew, it's comfortable~"

In front of the bathroom, after taking a shower, Li Ming only felt refreshed. He got up to make a bowl of milk powder and took the whetstone from the kitchen to the bathroom.

He took out the long sword and began to sharpen the blade and tip of the sword carefully with a whetstone.

He wanted to go out with a sword to kill zombies, unsharp weapons would not work, so he sharpened his sword first today.

"Zi, Zi..."

The sound of sword sharpening was transmitted outside through the porter, and Zhang Yuan, who had finished washing the pots and bowls, just heard it, and told her husband about it when she returned home.

"Hehe, this guy really wants to go out and fight zombies with his broken sword."

Peng Zhi didn't take it seriously, and even thought it was ridiculous, so he immediately laughed out loud.

"I see that he has been exercising very seriously in the past two days. He is covered in sweat when eating. He is probably exercising in the room."

Zhang Yuan frowned, thought for a while, and said.

"How else can I say that people are different from each other. It is born that some people are destined to succeed, and some people cannot succeed."

Peng Zhi laughed, with a look of disdain on his face: "Do you really think he can deal with zombies with the fake skills he has practiced? I think he should be scared to death when he sees zombies just because of his bearish appearance."

"This idiot is still practicing swords. It's useless for him to practice guns. He has to be torn alive by zombies when he goes out."

"In this situation, if you have food, you have to save it and save it for rescue. His exercise can't beat the zombies. What's the use? I think it's a waste of food. If you don't go out and be killed by zombies, you will starve to death at home."

Peng Zhi sneered again and again, and while speaking, he suddenly heard a scream from the opposite building, followed by the crazy roar of the zombies.

"Help, help, zombies are eating people, help..."

"what……"

"Hooho..."

In an instant, as if a pot had exploded, zombies roared one after another in the entire community floor, and Peng Zhi's frightened face instantly turned pale.

His wife, Zhang Yuan, also stayed where she was stiff, not daring to breathe.

The bad news lasted for a full 10 minutes before it gradually subsided, and the community returned to silence, as if the screams and zombie screaming riot just now did not exist.

It's just that the two people in the room were still unable to move for a long time.

"Honey, why don't we turn off the air conditioner."

Zhang Yuan's body trembled, and there was a bit of crying in her voice.

"Turn off, yes, turn off the air conditioner, turn it off now, turn off the door and turn off the lights."

Peng Zhi woke up like a dream, quickly turned off the air conditioner, then locked the door behind him, threw himself on the bed and turned off the light.

Zhang Yuan had already climbed onto the bed, and the room was completely quiet.

Peng Zhi stared blankly at the opposite building, knowing what happened without saying a word.

The despair in that voice was so touching.

"Huh, wife, you heard me, people can't beat zombies, we don't even have pistols, let alone fight zombies."

"Honestly save food and drink, and wait until someone comes to save us, then we can survive."

Rejoicing flashed in Peng Zhi's heart, he turned around and kept talking softly to his wife.

The terrified Zhang Yuan kept nodding, a flash of satisfaction flashed in Peng Zhi's heart, and then his eyes were fixed on the outside of the window with the curtains drawn, hoping that the zombies would never come to the door.

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"Bah..."

After splashing water on the blade, Li Ming looked at the extremely sharp blade and tip that he had polished, and let out a sigh of relief.

He put the long sword back into its sheath, walked out of the bathroom, and looked faintly at the opposite residential building through the window with the curtains drawn. He also heard the terrifying screams and roars in his heart, which made his sense of crisis even worse.

Holding the sword hilt, Li Ming still shook his head. He was tired enough today, and transitional training might affect his training tomorrow. He still gave up the idea of ​​staying up late to exercise.

"The end of the world..."

After uttering two words, Li Ming couldn't help thinking of an equally sharp question: Will there be rescue?

"A force as powerful as the army should be able to deal with these monsters."

Li Ming recalled the zombies he encountered in the community before, and thought to himself, but then shook his head: "In any case, we must save ourselves first, go to sleep first, and continue training when we get up tomorrow."

The rapier training is not only about swordsmanship, but also his strength and spirit. Even if there is rescue in the end and he gets a new weapon, he can still use his constantly recovering and strong body.

"Also, guns and swords are the only weapons we can rely on now."

Thinking in his heart, Li Ming put the long sword where it was easiest to reach by the pillow, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The first full day of the apocalypse passed.

It's just that for many people, life is not peaceful, and fear and fear exist in everyone's heart.

There are also countless reckless people who paid the price with their lives.

The screams in the neighborhood didn't stop here...

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The next day, in the morning.

The sun is still shining brightly, and the indoors in summer are still so stuffy.

But some people sweat profusely in such an environment.

"No.30 Three Swords!"

Li Ming heaved a sigh of relief, followed by twisting his legs, twisting his waist, and stabbed forward fiercely with a sword.

[Lung Step Sword Proficiency +1]

[Lung step stab sword (proficient in heart 0%)]

Two consecutive lines of transparent information floated in front of his eyes, followed by the inexplicable comprehension of stabbing sword in his heart.

When stabbing the sword, what posture should be used for the legs to cooperate with each other, and what angle should be used for the right arm holding the sword to thrust out, all kinds of detailed information are included.

Li Ming instantly understood how to stab the sword more conveniently and smoothly.

Thinking of doing it, he immediately tried to raise his sword and stab out.

Kick the legs, turn the waist, stab the sword, smooth!
"Whoosh..."

[Lung Step Sword Proficiency +1]

Another line of information floated in front of his eyes, and his proficiency in stabbing swords increased accordingly. Li Ming also learned some of his own mistakes in this level of stabbing postures, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Hurry up, according to this progress, there are two more levels, and it should be almost powerful."

It has been a day and a half since he woke up from a coma. Including this morning, two days have passed. During these two days, he stabbed hundreds of swords continuously, and now he finally feels that the power of the stabbing sword is about to reach his goal. In the target!
And to deal with zombies... Knowing how to stab a sword is enough!

A flash of excitement flashed in his heart, and Li Ming couldn't help stabbing out several more swords, but he also felt exhausted as his proficiency increased.

He stopped practicing more, stretched his muscles and stopped, and began to sit and drink water to rest.

After resting for half an hour, he got up and stabbed again with his sword.

"Whoosh..."

The long sword pierced the air, and it was already quite powerful. Li Ming stabbed more than 20 swords in one breath, and more than half of them successfully increased his proficiency.

It's just that he already felt tired so far, so he stretched again and continued to rest.

Half an hour later, he got up and continued.

He trained like this until noon, when he was sweating profusely, he put away his sword and ate.

When I went out to cook, I found that Peng Zhi and his wife had already prepared the meal and were eating with the door open. When I looked back, I happened to see Peng Zhi, who was wearing plywood slippers with Erlang's legs crossed and fanning leisurely, looking at him.

Li Ming frowned, didn't say anything, went to the kitchen, prepared the food and took it to his room to eat.

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In the midst of continuous training and rest, time came to darkness in a blink of an eye.

After Li Ming had his meal, he sharpened the tip of the red-tasseled gun before taking a shower and going to bed.

Before going to bed, he glanced at the panel. After an afternoon of training, his proficiency in lunge and stab sword has increased again!

[Lung step stab sword (proficient in heart 53%)]

Compared with the sword stabbing at the beginning, it is much more difficult to improve the proficiency in the heart realm, but he still improves very quickly under his constant stabbing practice.

Moreover, his own strength is also slowly increasing. After these two days of training, the three-jin long sword is already very natural in his hands, and the number of full-strength stabs during sword practice is also slowly increasing.

This all proves that his strength is steadily increasing with his skills.

"I hope nothing happens these two days."

Li Ming thought in his heart that he just wanted to accumulate strength quickly, and he didn't want to cause extra problems, so he slowly fell asleep while thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)