new adventurer

The Wind Riding Technique, the key lies in the two characters - "wind riding."

Since it involves riding, there is a distinction between primary and secondary. Night San Geng breathed lightly, followed the natural flow, walking with the wind but not bound by it.

With a light touch of the toes, the heels barely touched the ground, and the center of gravity rapidly changed as he traversed the wooden stakes and mud pits.

In one moment, it seemed like he was about to fall to the left, and in the next moment, he had already swayed to the right. He resembled a pencil suspended by a cotton thread, swaying and sketching on the uneven ground.

More than thirty wooden stakes posed no obstacle, and even the mud pits became invisible in his high-speed leaps.

"Hmm?"

In a trance, Night San Geng suddenly closed his eyes.

Although his eyes saw nothing, a few threads of light appeared in his mind. He continued to run at full speed without slowing down.

As he felt every wisp of the breeze brushing against his skin, gradually, those light threads became clearer and brighter. Some were thick, some were thin, some were narrow, and some were wide, like transparent ribbons passing through him.

Night San Geng unconsciously followed those ribbons, running freely until he felt a burning sensation at his ankle joints, forcing him to stop.

"To ride the wind, one must first understand the wind..."

Night San Geng expelled the accumulated stale air from his chest, then opened his arms and closed his eyes, silently feeling the gentle breeze passing by.

"Captain, look, there seems to be a fool over there!"

Mocking laughter interrupted Night San Geng's resonance. He opened his eyes and looked at the newcomers.

Ten oddly dressed fellows approached from a distance—five in red attire and five in green. The red ones carried a nose ring on their leader's nose, reminding Night San Geng of the large black ox standing nearby. He remained silent.

"Hey! We heard that you get paid for killing goblins here. Where are the most goblins?" A red-clothed man inquired.

Night San Geng glanced at the nose-ringed man's pierced nose, reminiscent of the large black ox. He didn't reply.

"Are you deaf?! Answer me!" The nose-ringed man scolded with a glare.

Night San Geng covered his ear with his right hand, turned his head towards him, and opened his mouth, looking confused.

"Damn! Really a deaf one! Ill-omened!" The nose-ringed man spat and then put on a smile, addressing his companions behind him:

"But it doesn't matter. I've inquired in Loran City this morning. The lord and a group of adventurers went into the forest, Captain?"

"Yeah!"

The red-armored captain glanced sneakily at the green-clothed woman leading her team and smiled:

"In that case, Captain Yan, why not join me in entering the forest? Although they are just goblins, it's an opportunity to test new equipment, train new recruits, and earn some petty money. What do you think..."

"Let's go."

The female captain in green never looked at Night San Geng or anyone else present. She held her head high and walked directly into the forest.

The red-armored male captain smiled, glanced at the bewildered faces around him, and wrinkled his brows:

"Then leave it to you. We'll go first, and you can catch up later."

The nose-ringed man licked his scythe, raised his head without waiting for the captain to finish, and entered the woods with the other three teammates. However, when leaving, he suspiciously glanced at the messy tree stumps next to Night San Geng.

"Wait!"

The red-clothed man suddenly frowned, pointing to the smelly corpse farm in the distance.

"Why do I see goblins farming there?!"

"Really? Goblins can farm? Let me see... Hmm! It's true!" The nose-ringed man exclaimed.

But then, he pulled out a short sickle from his back, grinned, and walked towards the smelly farm.

"Since there are goblins here, let me try out my new knife first!"

The red-armored captain looked at the green-clothed woman and found that they had already gone far. He couldn't help but frown.

"Leave it to you. We'll go first. Catch up later."

The nose-ringed man licked his scythe confidently, waved without looking back, and said, "Don't worry, Captain. It won't take more than a piss. I'll catch up with you soon."

The red-armored captain seemed quite confident in him, or perhaps he just wanted to catch up with the green-clothed woman. Without waiting for the nose-ringed man to finish speaking, he led the other three teammates into the forest.

"Hehe, now it's just you and me. Finally, I can have some fun!" The nose-ringed man grinned and rushed towards the four ignorant goblins.

He greatly enjoyed the pleasure of slaughtering monsters, especially the feeling when his sickle slowly cut off pieces of flesh from the opponent's body. That sensation could make him shiver with excitement.

However, that brainless captain of his had actually complained that he was too cruel, affecting Captain Yan's impression...

Humph!

But he dared not resist the captain; he could only vent his anger on these poor goblins!

Just as he approached the goblins, a figure blocked his way, the same foolish and deaf guy.

"Don't get in the way!"

The nose-ringed man waved the sickle in his hand. However, his eyes shifted, looking left and right, as if there were no other people around...

"Tut, can only blame your bad luck. My new Blood Sickle hasn't tasted blood yet!"

"Coincidentally, they haven't tasted it either..."

The nose-ringed man's heart trembled. He took a few steps back, gripping the sickle tightly in front of his chest.

"Aren't you deaf?"

"Are you blind?" Night San Geng drew his long sword, giving him a disdainful look.

The bloodthirsty expression from before didn't escape Night San Geng's notice. Since that was the case, there was nothing more to say.

"Humph! Just you? How can you fight against me alone?!"

The nose-ringed man saw that Night San Geng was tall and thin, with a pale complexion, looking like a weakling. He couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Oh? Wanna give it a try?" Night San Geng pulled out his sword.

He had no intention of letting the goblins standing on the side participate in the fight.

In fact, the combat power of the beginner skeletons was so low that it was ridiculous. In addition to their foolishness and stiff movements, their strength was also very weak.

Even a crude goblin bow could not be pulled, and even if it could, it could only shoot two or three meters, like playing.

Sending them to the battlefield was worse than letting them stay honestly in the farmland to grow crops.

Hoping for these guys to fight on the front lines was like expecting pigs to climb trees.

"Try you horse!"

Sure enough, Night San Geng's arrogance angered the twisted-natured man with a nose ring. With a loud shout, he hooked his sickle toward Night San Geng

's lower abdomen. Once hooked, it would result in a disemboweled outcome!

But with a clang sound, Night San Geng blocked the sickle, and his figure flickered, appearing on the left side of the nose-ringed man. Without a word, he thrust straight.

Puff!

The nose-ringed man grunted, lowered his head, and found a long sword inserted directly into his left rib, looking shocked.

"How is it possible? How are you so... fast?"

Night San Geng pulled out the sword, looked at the nose-ringed man covering his wound and falling to the ground, then waved his hand:

"Now, it's just you and them left. I wish you a pleasant game..."

"What? Ah... they are... don't come over, don't come over! Ah!!!"

As Night San Geng turned away, the sound of chewing and blood-drinking echoed in the empty farmland...