Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

Have a safe journey!

Before leaving the cabin, Zhang Tianxi spoke to Mo Lan and Jiang Yu.

"Thank you for your kind words," Mo Lan replied, raising her hand.

He and Jiang Yu pushed open the door and came to the outside of the wooden house.

With a "clang," the wooden cabin closed automatically, and the crackling sound of firewood in the fireplace could no longer be heard.

All that could be heard was the howling wind and snow, which never stopped.

"ha...."

Jiang Yu lowered her head, breathed warm air into her palm, and buttoned the white coat all the way to the top.

But her body temperature continued to drop.

Even so, she did not complain, but instead tried her best to fight against the cold with her own willpower.

She knew very well that with her worrying physical condition, she would have to rely on Mo Lan to make a final push in the upcoming hunt.

So what you need to do is not hold the other person back.

[Game of Fate: Second squad is in position, the hunt has begun.]

Whoosh!

Right before their eyes, footprints and red scratches suddenly appeared on the ground, tree trunks, and cracks in the rocks.

Those are the traces and scents left by prey after passing through this area.

Footprints may lie, but the scent trails will not.

This reminded Mo Lan of a 1v4 fair competitive game she had played in her previous life.

He squatted down, stretched out his fingers as a ruler, and began to carefully examine the footprint that resembled a plum blossom.

The footprint was slightly larger than a fist, with the paw pads deeply embedded in the soft snow, and the position was tight.

Ok?

No, absolutely not...

At this moment, Hitchcockian-style focused tension shots are perfectly suited to Mo Lan.

His brow furrowed deeply beneath his helmet, his expression instantly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"This is not good, Miss Jiang. These footprints... are definitely not from a wolf."

"No, it's not a wolf?!"

Jiang Yu was a little nervous. She covered her mouth, squatted down, and lowered her voice, trying her best not to make too much noise.

"That's a fucking adult tiger..."

Mo Lan's face was grim, but he had to accept this fact.

The target of the second round of hunting was no longer the gray wolf that Zhang Tianxi and Han Jiang had hunted, but a creature whose size was at least comparable to a Siberian tiger!

The game of fate is intentional!

Anticipate the players' intentions, place the least dangerous gray wolf in the first round, and then unleash a big attack on them in the second round.

This tactic of "Tian Ji's horse racing" rendered their strongest squad's probing efforts completely futile.

"Miss Jiang, the difficulty of this hunting mission is vastly different from the first round."

Mo Lan's voice sounded particularly deep under the helmet.

"Therefore, we'd better exchange information now to ensure the smooth completion of the upcoming hunt."

If it were a gray wolf, Mo Lan felt confident that with her electric shock ability and her well-practiced sword skills, she could easily take it down in a one-on-one fight.

After all, the combination of humans and melee weapons is an extremely terrifying advantage for ordinary wild animals, and gray wolves are not particularly dangerous.

However, if the hunting target is a tiger the size of a Siberian tiger, then that's a different story.

First of all, Mo Lan is a student who has not received systematic training in cold weapons. He only knows the simplest ways of swinging a knife, stabbing and slashing.

Secondly, tigers are larger, have higher muscle density, and are more resistant, so their F-level electric discharge skills may not be as effective.

In the end, he was just a level 1 danger rating character with high strength and speed, and slightly higher mental strength and charisma, but what good was that!

Are you expecting him to charm a tiger with a slide tackle? The problem is, he doesn't even have a charm skill!

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Yu nodded, and then she directly selected to share her panel with Mo Lan on the system panel.

I don't know if it was because of her naivety, or because of her trust in Mo Lan, or perhaps both.

[Real Name: Jiang Yu]

Danger Level: Lv.1 (Mortal)

[Strength: C-rank.]

Speed: C-level.

[Physical condition: Grade D.]

[Mental Strength: Grade A]

[Charm: B-level]

[Skill: Nen Blade - Rank F]

Bloodline: None.

[Equipment: The best knife in the village x1, F-grade cell serum x1.]

Mind Blade - Rank F: Concentrates mental energy to launch a long-range attack on a target's mind, causing tearing and stun effects. Damage is based on mental energy and distance; it decreases with greater distance.

"Mind Blade? Okay, that's barely a form of control. My skill is electric discharge, which has a very short range and requires close contact with the target to be effective."

As Mo Lan analyzed the situation in his mind, he raised his hand, and arcs of electricity danced at his fingertips.

"So how should I cooperate with you from now on?"

Jiang Yu nodded repeatedly.

Mo Lan lowered her eyes in thought: "A sneak attack. If we can deliver a fatal blow when the prey is most relaxed, we can avoid a fierce battle."

"At that time, you'll need to cooperate with me wholeheartedly. For now, let's find our prey first, otherwise everything will be in vain."

"no problem!"

The two got up and began to follow the tracks of their prey, going deeper into the jungle and leaving a trail of footprints.

Four hours later...

Jiang Yu was pale and followed closely behind Mo Lan, trying to avoid the oncoming wind and snow.

Her eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, and her ankle boots pounded in the snow, requiring a lot of effort to take each step.

"Our chance has come."

Mo Lan, who was in front of her, suddenly lowered her voice, which made her drowsy consciousness tighten again.

The two crouched behind the bushes and shrubs.

In fact, they had spotted the prey long ago, just as Mo Lan had predicted: it was a male Siberian tiger, also known as a Northeast tiger.

However, the other party was very vigilant, stopping and starting along the way, sniffing here and there, without stopping at all, which gave Mo Lan and Jiang Yu no chance to make a move.

Now, the Siberian tiger is crouching down, stretching out its front paws, and digging into a decaying underground tree hole, from which faint squeaking sounds can be heard.

It had almost half its body inside the tree hole.

In the vast expanse of white snow, Mo Lan silently raised a standard-issue, hundred-times-forged longsword, the very weapon the system had given to newcomers.

He whispered to Jiang Yu, "Concentrate, fire a psychic blade at it first, then I'll rush in and aim for a fatal blow."

"If anything changes, provide support as needed and do your best."

"Okay...!" Jiang Yu's voice trembled slightly. She clasped her hands together, trying to concentrate her mental energy and activate the skill.

However, due to the four-hour chase, she had lost too much physical strength and energy in the snow, and even finding it difficult to concentrate was somewhat difficult.

Seeing this, Mo Lan felt no pressure to speak up immediately.

He simply extended one hand and grasped the latter's cold hand, then whispered words of encouragement:

"Don't be nervous, relax, take it slow. We only have one chance to launch a surprise attack. If it doesn't work now, we'll wait for the next one."

The two were very close, so close that Jiang Yu could almost hear their heartbeats.

Thump, thump...

The boy's burning body temperature gradually spread to Jiang Yu's hands through the contact between her palms and the backs of her hands, calming her thoughts.

For some reason, she felt a special sense of security when she was with Mo Lan.

It was as if the other person possessed an innate affinity...

Jiang Yu took a deep breath: "I'm ready!"

"Then let's do it now!" Mo Lan said softly and quickly.

As his longsword swept across the snow, he suddenly unleashed a speed far exceeding that of ordinary speed demons, rushing past Jiang Yu.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that blue arcs of electricity are flashing beneath the soles of Mo Lan's shoes.

After gaining the ability to discharge electricity, Mo Lan has been constantly researching and developing it.

In a very short time, he figured out the first use of his skill – "speed up".

Sizzle—!

The invisible blade of thought, like a scythe, instantly slashed through the tiger's consciousness, causing it excruciating pain and making it struggle wildly in the tree hole.

Mo Lan seized the opportunity, lowered his body, found its most vulnerable abdomen, tilted the blade, and stabbed it in.

"boom!!"

The edge of the tree hole was torn apart by the tiger's sharp claws. It instantly pulled its upper body away, revealing its ferocious face and claws, and pounced on Mo Lan.

"Damn it, this aggressiveness has definitely been secretly altered by the designers." Mo Lan cursed inwardly, intending to retreat.

According to the survival rules of the modern world, wild animals, even tigers.

After being stabbed by Mo Lan, he would immediately choose to distance himself.

But in the game of fate, its aggressive desire was amplified tenfold, completely disregarding the bleeding wound in its abdomen.

They've truly become the kind of person Tiger Fantasy fantasizes about.

"roar!!!"

Jiang Yu, who was not far away, hadn't even reacted yet when Mo Lan and Xiong Hu finished their first round.

He slashed at the tiger's claw again, but the price was that his helmet was smashed to pieces and his head almost spun 180 degrees.

Despite its bleeding abdominal wound, the male tiger pounced on Mo Lan once more.

"Blue Dream!"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yu became anxious and immediately unleashed a second mental blade at Xiong Hu.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. As a cutting-edge scientist, she did not falter at the crucial moment, demonstrating excellent resilience.

The invisible blade of thought struck the tiger again, causing it to lose its sight halfway through its journey and crash headfirst into a tree trunk next to Mo Lan.

Snowflakes fell from the treetops.

Mo Lan didn't have time to speak at this moment. She gritted her teeth, raised her sword, mustered all her strength, and activated her skill with all her might.

Squeak squeak squeak!!

The electric current clung to the blade, sounding like the chirping of a hundred birds.

With this strike, Mo Lan avoided the tiger's hard skull and chose to pierce its neck from the side.

Pfft!

The electrified blade emerged from the other side of the neck, the groove on it already soaked with blood.

...

After everything was over, Mo Lan plopped down on the ground.

The male tiger's corpse on the ground was still convulsing physiologically, and a faint aroma of roasted meat mingled with the smell of blood emanated from its wounds.

"Blue Dream!"

Panting, Jiang Yu ran to Mo Lan's side and helped him up: "Are you alright?"

Mo Lan closed one eye, one hand supporting her damaged helmet: "Phew... thank goodness. Help me take off this helmet, it's choking me."

Only after the battle was over did he realize that his forehead was bleeding.

At this point, the helmet is no longer of much use and may even hinder one's activities and vision.

Jiang Yu carefully reached out and helped Mo Lan remove the twisted and shattered helmet.

A look of undisguised amazement flashed in her eyes.

"...Why aren't you saying anything? Am I seriously injured? My adrenaline is still pumping, I don't feel anything."

Mo Lan covered the wound on her forehead with one hand, pushed her slightly long black hair back, revealing her delicate features and a pair of cold eyes.

He moved around and examined his neck, skull, and wrists, making sure there were no fractures or dislocations.

As a future world destroyer, I can't afford to die in the very first stage of my entrepreneurial journey.

Jiang Yu clutched the twisted helmet, shaking her head frantically, and said nervously, "No, no, I... I just didn't expect you to be so young, Lan Meng."

She felt a little ashamed; the other person was clearly so much younger than her, yet dared to take such a big risk.

If it were her, she would have been terrified when the tiger pounced.

Also, this child is so beautiful, she couldn't even tell the gender at first glance...

Who would have thought that the contrast between their combat strength and appearance would be so great.

"That's good then. Pack up and go back."

Mo Lan exhaled a puff of white mist, stood up, stepped on the tiger's body, and pulled the blade from the corpse.

He shook off the blood and grime, then sheathed his sword.

"Okay..." Jiang Yu nodded repeatedly.

Together, the two dragged the heavy tiger's body, trudging through the snow, step by step, toward the hunter's hut.