The leader saw all this but didn't say much. He believed that any method that helped improve abilities was a good method.
For the next two months or so, we started using potatoes to train our reaction speed in our spare time.
"Whoosh!"
Two potato-like figures flew towards me from two steps away, one after the other, and at that moment, a glint flashed in my eyes.
My hands moved like lightning through the air, and with two sharp snaps, I had firmly grasped the two egg-sized potatoes in my hands.
"Not bad, not bad! Sir, you've become even more skilled than before. Now it's my turn. Watch carefully, and go for it!"
As he spoke, Dante stared at me and Su Su, ready to fight.
I threw a potato first, and Su Su immediately threw it at Dante from another tricky angle.
Even so, Dante still managed to perfectly handle the next two potatoes that flew towards him.
"Dante, you're not bad either."
I patted Dante on the shoulder with a smile and said.
"Not at all, it's all thanks to your effective methods, sir, that we've been able to make such rapid progress."
When the leader came out, he saw that Su Su had completed two potato interception missions, and couldn't help but smile and nod in my direction to show his approval.
The other teams are in a similar situation; they have all basically mastered the timing of interceptions, and their reaction speed has improved significantly compared to before.
The results of these two months of training are already enough to make the leader feel gratified. The challenge continues, though; they must remove all the beans from the clay pot to be considered qualified.
This test not only one's reaction speed, but also one's mental fortitude in dealing with tension, and the absolute patience required to pick out all the beans.
After so much training, it's time to test the results.
All the tribesmen stood in a row, each holding a pair of one-meter-long chopsticks, facing off against the three-lined jaw snake that had been kept in a pottery jar for two months.
The three-lined caving snake raises one-third of its body high, its red tongue constantly flicking in and out of its mouth.
At the leader's command, the test began.
All the tribesmen squatted down, their eyes fixed on the movements of the three-spined jaw snake in front of them like those of hawks, their chopsticks ready to be used as springs.
At this moment, many of the three-lined coelacanths seemed to have received a collective command and all stopped their warning hissing.
Having learned from past lessons, everyone naturally understood what this meant. No one dared to be careless; everyone was even more focused.
As always, the three-lined caving snakes attacked the person who was provoking them, but this time most of them did not bite the person's arm as accurately as before.
After more than two months of continuous training, the tribesmen's reaction speed is no longer comparable to that of two months ago. In particular, almost no young people have been bitten by the three-lined jaw snake and have already picked up a red bean from the pottery jar.
Having succeeded the first time, everyone was secretly pleased and followed suit, picking out the red beans one by one using the same method.
By this time, I had already picked out half of the red beans from the earthenware pot next to me with chopsticks, but the three-lined serpent could only brush past my arm and could not bite me even once.
The situation for Dante and Susu was basically the same as mine; they were quickly picking beans out of the jar containing the three-banded coelacanth.
The chief nodded in satisfaction at the sight. This beast technique was a skill he had learned from the Asada tribe, and it was perfect for dealing with those agile Haru.
For the next month, the leader made us do this set of training every day to improve our reaction speed.
After all this training, everyone's physique has changed dramatically; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them humanoid beasts.
I've finally gotten my own Nepalese machete back. Before, it felt a bit heavy in my hand, but now it feels so light, like holding a leaf.
I casually twirled the knife in the air, creating a whooshing sound as it cut through the air. I was secretly pleased; it seemed that carrying that ten-plus-pound stone axe these past few days hadn't been a waste.
I wanted to test how much damage I could cause if I used my Nepalese knife to chop with all my might.
So I came to a tree that was as thick as a calf. Even with a machete, it would have taken me several minutes to fell a tree of that thickness.
As usual, I took a deep breath and then mobilized all my strength. A force rose from the ground, rotating from my hips to my waist. After being amplified by the large swing of my arms, I used the explosive force of my wrist to chop down on the tree.
Because I used too much force, I almost fell to the ground when I made that cut.
As expected, the tree was cleanly and diagonally cut in half with a single, smooth stroke, demonstrating the speed of the cut.
I looked at everything in front of me in disbelief. I had only ever seen such scenes in movies and TV shows. I never thought that one day I would be able to do it myself.
It felt as if I had suddenly returned to an era full of chivalrous heroes, where one could wield a sword and vanquish all injustices in the world.
This chivalrous spirit lingered in my heart, like surging waves crashing against my burning soul.
Dante, watching me swing my sword from behind, was genuinely happy for me and jokingly said with a smile,
"Sir, with your current strength, you probably wouldn't be able to take him down without seven or eight combat-level Haru ganging up on you."
"Um?"
"Dante, are these guys ranked? What level were the ones we encountered before?"
When I first heard the new term "combat-level," I asked it out of curiosity.
"That's natural. These Haru, like ant societies, are divided into worker ants and soldier ants."
The Haru we encountered before were just ordinary support personnel, like worker ants. Their fighting strength and willpower weren't particularly high, otherwise we wouldn't have escaped so easily.
Upon hearing this, my initially surging emotions subsided considerably.
We thought that after mastering our skills, we could dominate the world, but it turns out that those Haru we encountered before were just pawns.
Dante seemed to sense my thoughts and smiled reassuringly.
"Sir, don't worry too much about it. They just have more of us. In terms of combat strength, we were no weaker than them in our prime."
I chuckled inwardly. Dante really knows how to comfort people. Are you trying to make a joke by bringing up things from his heyday?
Our combat strength has been reduced by more than half compared to before. If we were to really fight those Haru head-on, I really don't know if we could defeat them.
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