Chapter 8: Professionals

"Swoosh..."

A bug appeared in front of Chen Feng.

It looked like a centipede, but its size was magnified countless times, reaching about one meter in length and the thickness of a water bucket. What was particularly unbearable was its insect legs, densely packed and treading on the ground. Just one glance gave people a creepy feeling.

Barefoot centipede.

It didn't have any rank; it was just in its juvenile form. If it were to advance to the bronze level, it would grow to about two meters in length, and its insect legs would become even sharper.

The habits of the barefoot centipede hadn't changed. The cold and damp environment here attracted its attention. It liked to entangle its prey with its densely packed insect legs and then attack with its poisonous fangs. Despite not having any rank, its poison was extremely potent. Once poisoned, even an ordinary person couldn't last a minute and would be killed by the poison.

Underestimating the enemy was a big taboo.

A cold light flashed.

Chen Feng held a bone-cutting knife and rushed towards the barefoot centipede, striking it with a single blow to its head.

"Splurt!"

A jet-black blood plasma spurted out, with some mottled white spots mixed in. This was the brain plasma of the barefoot centipede. The blow just now had dealt it a heavy blow.

The barefoot centipede hastily waved its insect limbs and slid backward. Its eyes were fixed on Chen Feng, filled with anger and ferocity.

It hadn't died.

Chen Feng wasn't surprised by this. The vitality of insects was extremely strong. Some gifted insects even had the ability to regenerate themselves.

Fortunately, it was only in its juvenile form, and the bone-cutting knife could break through its defenses. One blow couldn't kill it, so more blows were needed.

A summoner, not using summoned beasts to fight the enemy, but personally entering the fray with a long knife. If other professionals were to see this, they would surely be astonished.

Due to his profession, Chen Feng couldn't engage in prolonged close combat, but even so, he couldn't rely solely on his summoned beasts.

In the apocalypse, there were too many variables. Every increase in physical strength increased the chance of survival by a fraction.

Combat training.

Chen Feng needed to quickly master proficient combat skills with this body.

"Splurt!"

A muffled sound. The back of the barefoot centipede was cut open, and some foul-smelling insect blood flowed out.

The intense pain and wounds prevented the barefoot centipede from launching continuous attacks. During this interval, it was Chen Feng's chance.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The bone-cutting knife cracked open a wound with consecutive slashes. After all, it was just an ordinary weapon, and normal wear and tear was a serious matter. If there was a chance in the future, Chen Feng needed to find someone to craft a suitable weapon for him.

Profession.

This was a general term for all the abilities of evolutionists. Among them were melee attackers skilled in ambush, such as Shadow Assassins, Shadow Dancers, and Annihilators. There were also tank-like powerhouses, such as Rock Giants, Lords of the Hills, and Beast-formers. Then there were mental professionals like Chen Feng, summoners, beast tamers, as well as ice and fire mages, elementalists, and so on.

In addition to these attack-oriented professionals, there were also some life-oriented professionals. Although their strength wasn't significant, they were proficient in certain life skills, such as blacksmiths, enchanters, and alchemists.

They possessed unique abilities. For example, blacksmiths could forge steel and weapons. With the advancement of their skills, they could even incorporate monster organs and blood to enhance the destructive power and lethality of their weapons.

Some powerful life professionals were sought after by major forces. Even though their combat abilities were negligible, their ability to earn money had already reached its peak.

"Crunch!"

A teeth-grinding sound rang out as the head of the barefoot centipede was split open, and a large amount of brain plasma spilled onto the ground.

The barefoot centipede was one of the more difficult opponents among cannon fodder. Being able to kill it within a minute was already considered a good record for Chen Feng.

However, Chen Feng was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Strictness...

This also helped increase the chance of survival.

After slaughtering the barefoot centipede, Chen Feng encountered sulfuric acid worms, land eels, and bullet ant-like creatures, which were slightly tougher than the former. A few slashes were enough to end the lives of these monsters.

For example, the sulfuric acid worm was a creature capable of spraying sulfuric acid, but its speed was extremely slow, and there was a buffer time for spraying acid. In the interval when it accumulated sulfuric acid, a brick could easily deal with it.

Many people were afraid, but that was because of fear. As long as they could muster the courage, they would find that the monsters appearing on the streets today were not impossible to defeat.

Of course, this was only the beginning of the apocalypse. Many monsters were still in their juvenile forms. With the consumption and absorption of energy particles in the air, some monsters would undergo changes. For example, the sulfuric acid worm, when its energy accumulation reached a certain level, would grow wings and become a purple-winged sulfuric acid worm. At that point, with its bronze-level strength, it not only reduced the time for releasing sulfuric acid but also gained the ability to fly, making it a formidable opponent.

Even the inferior demons in Chen Feng's hands, if cultivated properly and promoted to the level of gold or even legendary, will undergo some changes in form, possessing a completely new appearance and abilities.

The clearance work is nearing its end, with only the last floor remaining, which will become a stable stronghold for Chen Feng.

"Creak..."

Chen Feng stepped onto the floor, surrounded by spider webs, and the walls were severely corroded. Obviously, no one had set foot here for a long time.

Just one more staircase...

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind struck, and Chen Feng suddenly felt a black shadow flash before his eyes. He instinctively used his bone-cutting knife to block, but the force of the opponent was so great that it immediately sent his weapon flying.

"What is this?!"

Chen Feng crouched low and hurriedly hid downstairs.

"A snake-like creature?"

Carefully, Chen Feng stood at the corner of the lower floor. In the brief moment of the confrontation just now, he did not see the full appearance of the opponent, only feeling the soft and curved body.

A strange friction sound emerged, and a shadow suddenly appeared at the stairwell, while several coiled "vines" danced freely.

Chen Feng's face changed drastically, and his hands came together, emitting a red light under his feet.

Just now, he clearly saw the full appearance of the monster. It had a bloated body, entirely jet black, and four vines as thick as a wrist.

Chen Feng's expression was somewhat strange.

He recognized the identity of this guy, and it was none other than...

A tentacle monster?!