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In the following period, Fatty began targeted training for Xiao Tian. Of course, in the evenings, they also didn't forget to engage in training in other subjects in bed. Conveniently, the hotel had a gym, so Fatty took her to the treadmill every day to train physical fitness and endurance.
He would also take her to the guest rooms with monsters, and demonstrate by killing a few monsters on the spot to toughen her up mentally. Sometimes, he would leave the monsters half-dead and let her finish them off to train her ability to kill monsters. Xiao Tian was completely unable to adapt at first, and was almost "tortured" to death by the fat man. In addition to daytime training, she also had to train in other subjects at night.
After all, she is still just a young girl. But fortunately, she has a strong adaptability. After a week, she was able to persist in running three kilometers, although not very fast. I have also observed her on the scene to make up for the monsters, not bad. Her mental toughness and ability to use a dagger have improved a lot.
She is no longer like the first time when she was taken by the fat man to kill monsters, she was panicked by the roar of the monster, and even dropped the dagger in fear, only holding her head and crying non-stop.
Half a month later, her abilities in all aspects have improved rapidly.
And during this time, I did three things:
One is to observe the situation of the other side of the river disaster every day.
The second is to adjust my previous route according to the recent observations.
The third is to prepare the supplies for our departure again.
Because there is one more person now, the previous supplies are obviously not enough. Moreover, there are still a lot of supplies in the hotel, and we can make adequate preparations. Fatty saw me carrying a poor-quality Umbrella Sword and a regular fire axe, like holding two burning sticks, very conspicuous.
So I don't know where he got me a gray-white bayonet and a very nice Tactical axe.
I flipped the bayonet, it felt very comfortable, and I found that this sharp bayonet actually has three edges, which don't reflect even under the sun.
I don't know what material the axe is made of, but its length, size, and weight are all very suitable. I tried it on a monster, and its chopping ability far exceeds that of the previous axe.
Later, I asked Fatty about the material of this axe, and Fatty said it is made of a special high-manganese alloy steel. It is highly sharp, strong in hardness, resistant to wear and corrosion, and it won't rust. So I also chatted with Fatty about his past because of this.
I said, "How do you know so much?"
The chubby guy grinned and said, "Of course, I used to specialize in this."
I became interested and asked, "So, you used to specialize in forging knives?"
The fat man looked at me and asked about his previous occupation, so he opened up and started chatting with me. "How could I do that? It was my master who did the job of nailing horseshoes. I didn't see much future in that, couldn't make much money, so I went to sell knives instead," he said. I asked in surprise, "Sell knives?"
Fatty looked at me as if he didn't quite understand, then slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, I say, Xiaobai, this knife selling is..." He deliberately paused and continued:
"It's just the illegal sale of controlled knives."
After thinking about it, I realized that with his strong martial arts skills and unruly personality, it's not surprising that he's involved in the illegal sale of controlled knives. No wonder he's so knowledgeable about cold weapons like knives and axes.
"Of course, this also fits his identity and image very well."
So I laughed and said, "Oh, so you used to be involved in the grey industry, huh?"
Upon hearing me say this, the fat man immediately looked a little displeased.
"Grey industry, what's wrong with it? Let me tell you, you can make a lot of money with grey industry..."
So the fat guy started talking non-stop, boasting about how he got rich and successful before the disaster by engaging in the grey industry, and how he made it big and glorious again.
I couldn't be bothered to listen to the fat guy's teachings about shady business practices, so I just smiled, nodded, and made a gesture to stop him.
The fat guy took one look at me and then waved his hand, saying, "Forget it. A real man doesn't dwell on past glories. Ever since those zombies showed up on Main Street, living people are as good as dead. My good blades are nowhere to be found."
I see the fat guy starting to sigh and lament, then quickly changed the subject.
"Hey, by the way, where did you get that knife on your back, Fatso? It looks quite old-fashioned, doesn't seem like it's just been made."
Fatso turned his head to look at the knife on his back, then pulled it out and said:
"Are you talking about this knife? It was passed down to me by my master, it's considered his legacy. According to my master, it has been passed down for five generations, and now it's passed on to me, making me the sixth generation inheritor." The chubby guy said as he waved the knife a few times to show me.
I have seen Fatty use this knife many times, and it is not like the kind of Peerless Treasure Sword we imagine, with a cold light and a fierce aura as soon as it is drawn. On the contrary, the style of this knife looks very ordinary, and can even be described as inconspicuous. However, it is this seemingly inconspicuous knife that I always feel exudes a kind of indescribable ancient charm, and it also seems lifelike, as if it has a soul.
When I saw the fat man fighting the monster before, he used this knife several times to effortlessly cut the monster in half, and the number of times he chopped off the monster's head was countless. Of course, in addition to the fat man's fierce and rapid knife skills, it was also because this knife was unusually sharp. Once, when we were being chased by a monster on Main Street, the fat man, in order to get rid of the monster, directly chopped a pillar of a shop on the street.
Those columns are used for bearing weight, and they are made of reinforced bars and concrete, with additional steel plates for reinforcement. The fat man cut through each of the five columns in the same way with a single stroke of his knife. I was shocked when I saw it.
The last half of the house collapsed directly, burying more than twenty monsters that were chasing behind us. Afterwards, Fatty lightly wiped the blade with his sleeve, and I found that there was not a single mark of damage on the edge of the knife. Describing this knife as cutting iron like mud is just right, not at all excessive. Watching Fatty wield the knife, I discovered that it didn't even reflect sunlight, only emitting a faint, mysterious blue light, appearing deep and enigmatic.
So I curiously asked, "Hey, what material is your knife made of? Why doesn't it reflect light at all?"
The chubby guy glanced at the knife, lightly tapped it with his finger, and the blade immediately emitted a "buzzing" vibration.
"I'm not sure about the specific material. I have no idea."
I've been playing with knives for so many years, and I used to really study this issue. Later, I asked my master, and he said that this knife is made of mysterious iron and meteorite iron, and then forged with some secret method. In short, he said a lot, making it all mysterious, but I'm not superstitious, so I naturally listened with confusion, and it went in one ear and out the other.
However, according to my master, it seems that he also doesn't quite understand this forging technique. My master has forged countless weapons in his lifetime, but he was never able to replicate a weapon with the same material as this one. Before his death, he couldn't comprehend the mystery behind it, and he always sighed and lamented. I suspect that this forging technique has long been lost.
"Anyway, my knife is already a unique item in the world, there is only one like it in the sky and on the earth, absolutely no other." The fat man said, pointing the knife up suddenly, and with a "buzz", the trembling sound of the knife rang out abruptly once again.
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