Capítulo 11: Chapter 11 Materials_1
The greatest motivation to persist in a task is to observe tangible rewards, especially one that yields benefits beyond expectation.
Constant exercise not only results in constant improvement, but also confers an unimaginable increase in physical strength. These gains ignited a burning passion within Li Ming, and despite the growth in strength consuming most of his canned milk powder, was not the intention of these milk powders for training?
Feeling the strength in his body, and exchanging the milk powder for a sudden surge in physical strength, it was just too worthwhile.
"My body now definitely meets the standard of health."
Li Ming, feeling the flexibility and strength of his body, was increasingly joyful. He gripped the spear tightly, exerting his strength, repeatedly practicing the most basic spearing techniques in the living room.
His 2.2-meter-long spear, even when gripping from the very end, felt exceptionally light. He could feel the progress of his physical strength, and his heart was filled with joy.
Thus, he became even more diligent in his training.
[Spear Thrusting Proficiency +1]
[Spear Blocking Proficiency +1]
[Spear Handling Proficiency +1]
...
[Spear Techniques – Beginner's Practice: Block (1%), Handle (1%), Thrust (19%)]
Suddenly, as he performed another round of spear blocking, handling, and thrusting exercises, three different prompts appeared before Li Ming's eyes. The prompt for new skill generation brightened his eyes, and he knew his spear exercises were finally on the right track.
He temporarily stopped and carefully sensed his surroundings, then followed the knowledge and skills emerging from his heart and attempted the exercises again.
The spearhead circled to the left, his body moved back, imagining evading the enemy's attack and deflecting it.
The spearhead made a circle to the right, his body tilted forward, envisioning the opponent retreating or standing still and disarming their dangerous weapon.
Forcefully stretching both hands forward, the power from his legs, waist, and arms transferred to the spear, ferociously thrusting forward, killing the enemy.
Block, handle, thrust!
"Swoosh, whoo…"
[Spear Thrusting Proficiency +1]
Although the blocking and handling weren't as successful, Li Ming wasn't discouraged. He reflected carefully and continued his practice.
Block, handle, thrust!
.........
The sky slowly darkened.
Peng Zhi, who had been waiting for rescue by the window, disappointedly returned to his room. He glanced at the three packages of instant noodles on the table and swallowed his saliva.
"Honey, it's time to eat."
"Leave one pack for tomorrow. Let's cook the potato tomorrow and not bear Li Ming's birdiness."
"Li Ming is such a villain. He has so much good stuff and only lends us a few packets of instant noodles, he deserves to die. Wait till I have food, then we'll see if I lend him any."
While calling his wife to prepare instant noodles, Peng Zhi set aside one pack of noodles, mumbling and cursing under his breath.
"Li Ming is practicing spear in the living room. Be careful not to be heard by him."
Zhang Yuan watched her husband grumblingly cursing. She pursed her lips and while preparing the noodles, she told him.
"Hmph, practicing spear, just a fool seeking his doom, the harder he practices, the faster he'll be hungry, the more he'll eat. Let's see what he does when his food runs out."
Peng Zhi snorted, his voice unconsciously lower. Clenching his hunger until the noodles were ready, he hastily started eating them, and finished his meal by drinking up the soup.
"Wife, wash the dishes, I'll go take a shower."
Having finished the soup, Peng Zhi was soaked in perspiration, he handed the bowl to his wife and went to take a bath.
Similarly drenched in sweat, Zhang Yuan nodded her head. As more tragic nights set in with more horrifying screams rising like echoes in their ears, they did not dare to switch on the air conditioner anymore. Their home had become as hot as Li Ming's.
Taking the bowl and opening the door, she noticed Li Ming had just stopped practicing his spear. Bathed under the light, his body had somehow become full of strength, and he was drenched in sweat. His clothes were soaked, and sweat dripped onto the floor moistening a part of it.
Zhang Yuan pursed her lips and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Holding the bowls and chopsticks, she went to the kitchen to wash up.
Li Ming glanced at her, remaining silent. He picked up a can of salt water that was set aside, took a large swig, exhaled a comfortable sigh, then took off the longsword on his back, along with the spear, and took them back into the house. In his room, he stretched his muscles for a while. By the time he was done stretching, Zhang Yuan had just exited the kitchen.
Only then did Li Ming leisurely prepare his ingredients, deciding to treat himself to a meal of sautéed pork with celery and steamed rice.
"There isn't much vegetable left."
Li Ming looked at the fridge, there were only about a dozen tomatoes, a dozen eggs, a dozen green peppers, as well as about five or six pounds of meat left inside.
Adding the six potatoes on the ground, these ingredients would suffice for around four or five days.
But...that should be enough for four or five days.
Recalling his progress in the sword, his thoughts became determined.
"Once my spearmanship skill improves, and when that mysterious force boosts me, I'll rest and accumulate strength for two days before going out to search for food!"
Li Ming knew that athletes wouldn't exercise before a match, and at most, engage in some basic exercises to ensure they get enough rest. This way, during the actual competition, they could have stronger bursts of speed and stamina.
When he went out to kill zombies, he was facing a life-or-death test. Naturally, he couldn't afford to be careless, so he planned to learn this technique. But he couldn't afford to rest for too long, at most two days.
If he didn't eat well, he wouldn't be able to maintain his condition, which would force him into an increasingly worse situation. So, he needed to act quickly after eating the last of his healthy food.
There was only one opportunity.
If he failed, he would either be killed by the zombies or starve to death.
Thoughts whirled through Li Ming's mind, an inexplicable urge rising within him to sleep with a woman, but he constantly suppressed it.
Even though his desire was strong, there was only one woman around him, Zhang Yuan, Peng Zhi's wife. Even if he wanted to sleep with her, he had to consider whether she would agree to it.
The apocalypse had just begun, and he didn't want to stir up unnecessary conflict. If things got out of hand, he was at risk of getting injured or even worse.
Wait...why am I thinking about this?
Zhang Yuan is someone else's wife. Why am I thinking about this?
Startled out of his reverie, Li Ming cursed himself and turned away from his desires, quickly deciding to cook.
...
"Rest well," he reminded himself.
After dinner, Li Ming heaved a sigh of relief, feeling restless again. He quickly took a bath to soothe his nerves, then lay in bed to rest.
In the blink of an eye, day six was over.
...
The next morning, Li Ming woke up early, washed up, ate, and confirmed his sword skills were still impeccable. He then picked up his spear and went to the living room.
Before starting his training, he took a look at the progress shown on the spear technique panel.
[Spear Technique—Novice: Block (53%), Grab (53%), Thrust (87%)].
"Thrusting with the spear is getting better, but I need to keep training consistently."
Li Ming shook his head. He didn't rush to throw away blocking and grabbing in order to only practice thrusting. He maintained pace, just as always, slowly increasing his proficiency.
He believed that it would all come together naturally in time.
"Huff, woosh..."
[Block Spear Skill +1]
[Grab Spear Skill +1]
[Thrust Spear Skill +1]
...
Thrust (90%).
...
Thrust (97%).
...
Steadily training, his proficiency in thrusting increased steadily until eventually, after half an hour, he broke through his current level.
Thrust (Beginner 0%).
Information flooded in front of him, and Li Ming suddenly gained a lot of insights about thrusting with a spear. He slightly adjusted his posture, then thrust the spear again.
"Woosh..."
The thrust felt more powerful and stable, improving his proficiency even further.
"Good. Spear technique is difficult to master but easier to get started."
Li Ming was pleased and then more determined to improve his spear technique.
Compared to a sword, a spear of 2.2 meters was clearly safer. Once he mastered the spear, his safety outside would significantly improve.
After all, killing an enemy at a distance of one meter and 2.2 meters— it's clear which one is safer!
Moreover, he had enough food for now. So even if his sword skills met the standards, Li Ming would not give up improving his spear technique.
Thus, time flew by in his training, the morning passing quickly.
During Li Ming's break, sipping water and stretching, the door of Peng Zhi's room opened, and Zhang Yuan walked out carrying two potatoes.
"You're up early and training already?"
Zhang Yuan seemed to have just woken up. As she walked toward the kitchen, she greeted Li Ming.
As their paths crossed in the cramped living room, she naturally greeted him.
In the sunlight, Zhang Yuan's slender, clean figure seemed to carry a scent with her...
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