Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 85 85. Daily Planning
In the dim cemetery, the sound of rain was mixed with a series of muffled popping sounds.

Dean swung his fist like a madman to hit the back of the head of the person under him. The hard fist was like a hammer, and with the sound of piercing the air, there were afterimages, which were dyed red and white, and were washed away by the rain.

smash!

smash!

The rain stopped.

Dean finally withdrew his fists covered in minced meat, looked at the rotten coconut shell head under him, let out a long sigh of relief, a victorious smile appeared on his tired face, he got up and left the bloody corpse and walked away.

A hand grabbed his ankle, and he lowered his head—the meaty head turned around at the same time, revealing a bloody face with the left eye popping out of the eye socket, the bridge of the nose twisted to the left, and the shape of a ghost .

The outline of the facial features is exactly the same as his.

In front of him, Dean's one eye was shining with a bloodthirsty red light, his mouth was grinning to the base of his ears, revealing red teeth covered with minced meat and a cruel smile——

"Well!"

A muffled groan broke out in the quiet bedroom.

Dean sat up straight from the bed suddenly, stretched out his hand, his pajamas were drenched with sweat, and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed, it was only five o'clock in the morning, but he was no longer sleepy.

"Shet! On and on."

He jumped out of bed muttering, walked to the bathroom and looked in the vanity mirror, the dark circles under his eyes became more and more obvious on his pale face, and the blood in his eyes was as dense as a row of red textile threads.

Now he only needs four hours of sleep a day to maintain a full day of energy, but these four hours are restless, and there will always be various nightmares about the Death Eater.

As Taim said, the Death Eater's howl had a decidedly negative effect on him.

"We can only improve meditation as soon as possible, and add some willpower to carry it over."

……

Nightmares are nightmares.

Life has to go on.

After not going to LVPD to pick up volunteer tasks, Dean has a lot of time. Besides going to school and chatting with his friends, Dean loves to fight with Gretchen...

Fighting has been upgraded to lv2, and his melee combat ability has been improved in all aspects. Boxing, wrestling, Sanda, judo, grappling, and weapon fighting skills can be used as long as he wants to use them.

The level is roughly equivalent to five or six years of hard training. If he goes to participate in MMA, he may be able to become a professional player.

But as the level improves, the efficiency of daily training is further reduced, and the proficiency is only increased by 1 point in a week. Dean is thinking about killing enemies who are proficient in fighting, so that he can experience the thrill of upgrading "riding a rocket" again.

In addition, Dean also discovered the imbalance in his physical fitness. His agility of 12.7 allowed him to react superhumanly. In his opinion, the offense of ordinary people was already a bit slow-motion.

His physique of 14.6 exceeded the limit of 12 for normal males. His stamina was astonishing, his skin and muscles became tough and dense, and ordinary people's fists and kicks would not leave traces unless they hit his vital and vulnerable parts.

However, the strength of 11.3 seriously hindered these two items. Dean always felt that he could not perform certain fighting skills that emphasized strength, such as "Iron Mountain Kick" and "Holding Hug".

Gretchen saw his troubles and gave him a suggestion for specific strength training.

Downtown Las Vegas, 24-hour gym.

The natural light illuminates a pile of neatly arranged fitness equipment on both sides of the aisle: barbells, dumbbells, gantry frames, bench presses, chest presses, rowing machines, treadmills...

Beside the squat rack, Gretchen is squatting down with a 50kg barbell behind her neck until her thighs are parallel to the ground, and then slowly upwards. The boxer braid swings lightly.

At the same time, the beautiful muscle lines between the gray sports underwear and elastic pants are tensed and loosened, giving a sense of strength.

And Dean standing behind her was wearing a blue sweat-absorbing cotton T-shirt and cotton sports shorts whose hem slightly exceeded his knees. The speed-type muscles trained through fighting were hidden under the clothes. It doesn't look as sharp and exaggerated as a professional bodybuilder, without protruding veins and blood vessels.

But when you reach out and touch it, you can feel that it is like a barrier, full of explosive power.

Dean was doing warm-up exercises regularly pulling the elastic band with both hands. At the same time, he was watching Gretchen's muscles behind her and studying her perfectly shaped buttocks.

Of course, in future generations, his behavior of peeping at women in the gym will inevitably be posted on the Internet by his mobile phone—sisters, today I met a scumbag in the gym, he is a pervert.

bang...

After fifteen squats, Gretchen put the barbell back on the squat rack, smiled and turned to look at Dean, "See clearly?"

"I saw a little bit of experience." Dean put down the elastic band and handed her a towel, "Abdominally tightened, chest up and buttocks up...toes and knees are in the same direction, there is no deviation...the spine remains neutral, and there is no excessive arching Or a turtle..."

"The analysis is clear and logical. It just so happens that you have finished your warm-up. Stand up and try!" Gretchen put down the sweat towel, called him to the squat rack, and selected for him an empty bar plus a 10kg left and right breeding plate, a total of 40kg. load.

"Put your feet together a little, about shoulder width apart, keep your head up and your back straight,"

"Put the bar on the raised traps and delts, good."

"Inhale while slowly bending your knees and squat down, exhale while exercising your legs, beautiful!"

Under the careful guidance of the female coach, Dean carried a 40kg barbell continuously for [-] full squats, without any compromise on the movement standard.

"Stop, put it back slowly." Gretchen's warm little hands touched the muscles of his shoulders and thighs, "Do you feel tearing?"

"I don't feel it." Dean unloaded the barbell on the deltoid and twisted his neck, with a relaxed expression as if he had been walking in the garden for a few minutes.

"The weight is too light, add one more, and find the maximum load."

Gretchen began to add weight plates to the left and right sides of the barbell, and Dean kept shaking his head every time he squatted with the barbell on his back.

"No, too light, too light..."

"Next…"

"Plus!" Dean quickly reached the maximum weight of 100kg that Gretchen had practiced for a year.

"You only weigh 80kg, and you still need to add 100kg for the first time?" Gretchen shook her head, "That's it for today, don't be brave, you'll know it's serious when you hurt your waist."

Dean didn't refute. He just did 14.6 full squats in a row with a [-]-kilogram load. He breathed evenly and didn't see a drop of sweat on his body. Now he clearly felt the super endurance brought by his [-] physique.

Gretchen gritted her teeth, deep envy flashed in her eyes——

Is talent really so much stronger than hard work and sweat?

She asked reluctantly, "How many do you think you can do with this weight?"

Dean smiled, "Keep doing it."

Gretchen silently lifted the weight plate.

And Dean's load increased from 100kg to 180kg all the way, and before he knew it, the sound of the equipment in the entire gym disappeared.

A dozen or so fitness enthusiasts who were doing deadlifts, bench presses, and lifting dumbbells stopped what they were doing and looked at him excitedly and expectantly.

Two muscular male representatives came directly to the side of the gantry. They were all dressed up in sports vests and tight shorts. gluteus maximus.

They also wear professional equipment such as belts, knee bindings, and wrist bindings.

"Man, you've practiced well. This kind of weight is very rare here. How much do you weigh?" One of the white bearded men stretched out his hairy hand respectfully. Well, the encirclement of his arms has surpassed Dean's thigh,

"80kg."

"Do you still want to continue the challenge?"

"continue."

"It's dangerous to go further up, we'll help you," the big man didn't wait for Dean to agree, he called his chimpanzee-like companions to stand on both sides of the squat rack, "If you feel tired when you get up, Just remind us."

Dean bit the bullet and continued to challenge the weight under the eyes of a dozen fitness enthusiasts and two muscle guards on the left and right.

Starting from 180kg, Dean obviously struggled. Every time he squatted, the veins and blood vessels on his neck, arms, and thighs began to burst, his face turned slightly red, and sweat dripped out drop by drop.

200kg,

220kg,

240kg,

Every time he succeeds, the temperature in the air rises by a few degrees. A group of fitness men and women stare straight at his thighs and back, their scorching eyes seem to want to roast him and eat him, depriving him of his muscle strength.

260 kg.

The barbell is slightly bent by the weight plates on the left and right sides.

The onlookers held their breath.

Dean is like a mountain picker, carrying a barbell that is more than three times his own weight, squatting until the hamstring muscles of the thighs touch the gastrocnemius muscles of the calves.

Then, the gluteus maximus muscles, which had been trained through countless times of hard training in mixed martial arts and shooting, began to contract and exert force, allowing his center of gravity to leave the bottom, and his rear quadriceps muscles followed closely, supporting him to stand up slowly.

During the whole process, Dean felt that he was transformed into a precision crane.

Every muscle and every "part" in the whole body, especially the thigh muscles, cooperate tacitly during this standing up, condensing into a huge upward force.

His face was red like blood, and every muscle under his T-shirt was trembling slightly.

He carried a 260kg barbell and slowly stood up straight.

Bang!

With a crisp metal crash, the barbell was smoothly hung on the bracket.

In an instant, Dean's tense cheeks loosened, and a large amount of hot sweat poured out of the pores of his body. The sense of exhaustion, and a sense of ultimate comfort and accomplishment that was different from fighting overwhelmed him. He grinned unconsciously smile.

Then the left and right muscular protectors raised his arms and lifted his feet off the ground.

"Congratulations, man! You set a new squat record in our gym, and I'm here to announce that until the record is broken again, all the equipment will be open to you for free."

A flash of surprise flashed in Dean's eyes. His strength of 11.3 could not reach the ceiling of normal men's 12. How could he set a record by squatting 260kg, surpassing this group of 1.9-meter and [-]-meter big men?

Could it be said that the power of fighting skill improvement is relatively balanced?

Before he could think clearly, a Latin beauty with a wheat complexion and cool clothes walked over with her long legs, smiled sweetly, stroked his back lightly with her fingers, and gave him a shock.
"Do you practice wrestling?"

"Practice a little."

"Your thighs are so slender, it doesn't look like you've been trained, how can you carry 260kg?" Another bald man stretched out his hairy hands and pulled his trouser legs away, studying the circumference of his thighs with glowing eyes.
"What are you doing... ah, take your hands away!"

A group of muscular men and women blocked Dean in the middle, asking for advice with hands and mouths,
"Be respectful, everyone! Don't touch my ass!" Dean turned to his girlfriend outside the crowd for help.

Gretchen flicked her braids, looked at this scene with her hands on her hips and smiled, and the depression that had been hit before was swept away.

"Can't you keep squatting? Keep squatting for me!"

……

Since then, Dean has gone to the gym for free for four or five times a week, doing bench presses, squats, deadlifts, and pull-ups to exercise the muscle strength of all parts of the body and enjoy the pleasure of constantly challenging the limits.

Outside of fitness.

In the battle with the Death Eater, Dean deeply realized that his marksmanship was severely weakened. His shooting skills had an effective distance of up to 30 meters, while the Death Eater was so miraculous that his marksmanship was still accurate from 90 to [-] meters away, which was almost as good as a super weapon. Ability, and the display distance far exceeds that of "Shadow of the Past".

Dean also looks forward to the day when he can have this kind of trump card, instead of relying too much on the 9-minute supernatural state of "Shadow".

Fight field shooting range.

Holding the fully automatic Ar15, Dean stood in front of the shooting lane, breathed evenly, stared at the target 20 meters away, felt the slight shaking of the gun muzzle up and down, and at the same time gently pulled the trigger with his index finger and held it down— —

Da da da!
The deafening gunshots echoed, the shell casings flew, and the muzzle of the gun rose.

Dean fired a magazine in one go, white smoke and debris flew, and a dozen bullet craters were added to the distant target in an instant.

"Well, the hit rate is more than half, super-level performance." Dean exposed the chamber and wiped it gently.

On the side of the shooting path, there were more than [-] shell casings densely packed under his feet.

During this period of time, he kept brushing his guns unremittingly, half of which were pistols and rifles. He fed at least [-] rounds of ammunition every day, and sometimes thousands of rounds. "Shooting feel.

If the range hadn't been open to him for free, he would have been bankrupt.

In addition, he can persevere, thanks to the strong recovery ability provided by his physique and iron man talent. For ordinary people who practice guns so frantically, their wrists and shoulders can easily retire early.

放下AR-15，迪安又换上雷明顿M870霰弹枪打击十米靶，然后是TAC-50狙击枪射击100米、200米靶，反复训练、体会、吸收消化LV1的射击技术。

In the last battle, the weakness of the short effective range and insufficient power of the pistol was completely exposed. If he had carried a powerful weapon with him at that time, it would have been easier to win.

It's just that he currently only has [-] deposits to buy a fully automatic, and he doesn't have the confidence to buy it, and he has no channels for the time being. In addition, the long gun is bulky and inconvenient to carry, and it is easy to alarm the enemy.

He couldn't help looking forward to it, when he could get a superpower like a storage space, it would be perfect.

……

In addition to regular fighting, fitness and shooting, Dean spends three nights a week learning legends.

The desolate Nancheng Old Street.

Tribeca home.

"It's just in time, I have your favorite grilled fish today." The kind-hearted woman welcomed Dean into the house and quickly entered a familiar rhythm.

Tribeca sat in front of the sofa, holding a tome of folklore that she carefully compiled, and began to tell stories with emotion,
And Dean enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, asking questions about her story from time to time...

"A Wendigo is a cruel, malevolent, supernatural entity with great spiritual power, originating from the legends of northern America."

"There are also related legends among the Alcugonian Indians in Canada."

"Indians?" Dean sipped his asiaco soup. His mother and uncle were Indians.

"In the Indian version, greed, environmental destruction, and cannibalism lead to the Wendigo."

Tribeca fingered a gigantic monster with a giant body and a reindeer head on the page,

"According to the information I have collected, Wendigo has a deer head, body bones and heart made of ice, which is indestructible."

"It is 20 to 30 feet tall, and its big mouth is full of sharp and protruding fangs, which can easily bite through human bones, and it is powerful, and its claws are as sharp as sickles."

"If you encounter it in the ice and snow, don't try to fight it head-on, use the terrain to block its huge body, and escape for your life."

Dean nodded, "Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"I only heard from an old friend that he settled near Rogers Pass in Montana in the northern part of the United States. For a while, every winter, a few local residents who went out to purchase supplies would always go missing, and the local police station would be there. Scattered blood, irregular pieces of minced meat, broken bones, and huge non-human deer footprints were found near the point, leading to the depths of the ice and snow mountain, and the search is very difficult."

Tribeca looked up,
"However, in the past decade or so, this legend has gradually faded, and there have been fewer and fewer disappearances."

"What's the reason?" Dean ate his greasy rice,

"I think that Wendigo has moved to a place that is more suitable for hunting... After all, it ages slowly and has a long lifespan... It will migrate many times in its life."

……

"Actually, based on my years of research on folklore and my personal experience, I found that some 'monsters' that eat people, including Wendigo and werewolves, have something in common. They can obviously satisfy their hunger with normal food. And it's not hard to get food, but they tend to eat people."

"This seems to be a curse, an instinct engraved deep in the genes, but there is no conclusion yet."

Dean thought about it.

"And did you know that such terrifying man-eating monsters also have some followers." Tribeca paused, "They worship monsters as totems and beliefs, and imitate monsters."

Dean put down his fork, and suddenly felt that the bacon in the bowl was a bit harsh,
"This group of followers is only for the pursuit of psychological stimulation, or is there a mental problem?"

"No, they are a group of natural abnormal people. Most of the time they eat the food of ordinary people, but every once in a while they must eat 'special food', otherwise they will lose control and become monsters dominated by appetite."

A trace of fear flashed in Tribeca's eyes,
"The appearance of this group of abnormal people is no different from that of ordinary people, and there is nothing strange in their daily life. But their physique is slightly superior to ordinary people, and their sense of smell is extremely outstanding. It is comparable to a hound, and can smell the same kind of smell across a few streets. They can also smell the health of other humans and use that to pick their prey."

Dean's eyes lit up, and he asked a few more questions.

The atmosphere in the hall was incomparably harmonious and harmonious, and the two of them were like a pair of grandparents and grandchildren.

……

From early October to mid-October, during more than half a month, Dean lived a full and regular life, studied and trained well, and fully exercised his various abilities——

Dean Lou

Character level: 2 (180/300)

Age: 18
Physical: 14.6
Strength: 11.3→11.4
Sensitivity: 12.7
Perception: 10.4→10.5
Spirit: 14.3
Will: 12.2
……

Expertise: Slightly
Ability: 5/5
Fighting lv2 (0→2/300)
射击lv1(100/200→116/200)
Shadow of the Past lv1 (22→37/200)
Balance meditation method lv1 (73→88/200)
Simulated lv0 (countdown to five days)
……

"There are still five days to activate the new ability, I have to find a suitable target to draw some blood, and prepare for a big fight in simulation."

(End of this chapter)