strictlysupreme Chapter 84 Training Building
Chapter 84 Training Building
One of the boys Zhao Yanzhi sent out ran back, panting.
His face was filled with excitement, as if he had discovered some incredible treasure.
"President! Brother Jiang!"
The boy, holding his knees and panting heavily, pointed to the red-brick teaching building in the distance.
"There...there are monsters spawning over there!"
"They're all green-skinned goblins! They're carrying wooden clubs, there are probably forty or fifty of them!"
"I saw Wei Yuan leading the student council members over there, it looks like they're trying to take care of all these monsters!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanzhi's eyes lit up immediately.
He instinctively tightened his grip on the composite bow.
After that battle, he truly tasted the sweetness of victory.
You can level up by killing monsters.
Upgrade and you'll become stronger.
This is the only truth in this damn world.
"Brother Jiang."
Zhao Yanzhi turned to look at Jiang Ming, who was wiping bloodstains off his armor, his tone carrying a hint of urgent inquiry.
"Should we go and get involved?"
"That's forty or fifty monsters! Even if they give less experience, they're still a piece of meat. We can't let that bastard Wei Yuan swallow them all, can we?"
In his view, with Jiang Ming's current strength, as long as he stands there, Wei Yuan and his gang probably won't dare to utter a single word.
These monsters are a sure thing.
Jiang Ming stopped what he was doing.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at the distant teaching building through the gap in his mask.
"What level monster is it?" Jiang Ming asked casually.
"Levels two or three," the boy said.
"Levels two or three?"
Jiang Ming scoffed and casually tossed the nail polish cloth in his hand onto the ground.
"Killing one only gives you twenty or thirty experience points."
Jiang Ming hung the heavy black iron horse-slaying sword back on the magnetic clasp on his back, making a crisp "click" sound.
"It's boring."
Zhao Yanzhi was taken aback.
He suddenly realized that the gap between himself and the man in front of him was not just in equipment and attributes, but also in perspective.
While they were still arguing heatedly over a few low-level monsters, Jiang Ming's eyes were already on higher-level prey.
Having just killed a Lv.8 cavalryman, going to kill a Lv.2 goblin really feels like a max-level character stomping on newbies in the starting village.
Value dropped.
"Then... Brother Jiang, aren't you going?" Zhao Yanzhi asked tentatively.
"I'm not going."
Jiang Ming waved his hand, his tone indifferent.
"Go if you want, those low-level monsters are perfect for you to practice on."
"Just don't die."
With Jiang Ming's approval, Zhao Yanzhi no longer hesitated.
He waved his hand and roared at the dozen or so archery club members behind him who were already itching to get going:
"Brothers! Grab your weapons!"
"Since Brother Jiang doesn't think it's good enough, then we'll gladly accept this batch of experience!"
"Don't let those student council guys steal it all!"
A group of people howled and ran wildly toward the teaching building, like hyenas that had smelled blood.
The once bustling open space suddenly became much quieter.
Wang Yang and Li Bin, along with Zhong Chengyu and a few others, were dealing with the carcasses of several warhorses not far away.
Skinning, removing the flesh, and collecting the tendons.
These are all good things.
Xu Shishi and Su Xiaoxiao were responsible for sorting the items.
The small team was operating in an orderly manner, and had essentially formed a small-scale survival production line.
Jiang Ming glanced at them but didn't disturb them.
As a leader, his responsibility is not to do everything personally, but to always maintain the strongest military deterrence and to seek new opportunities to become stronger.
He opened his system panel.
The icon for the "Crafting" section is emitting a faint glow.
Since he last synthesized the [Corrosive Bone Staff], he hasn't made good use of this god-tier talent for a while.
The main problem is that we don't have suitable high-grade materials on hand.
Ordinary tables, chairs, and benches, when combined, mostly produce junk, offering negligible improvement to his current strength.
He needs raw materials that are more "industrialized" and more "precise".
Jiang Ming's gaze swept across the empty playground and landed on a gray building in the northwest corner of the campus.
Training building.
There is a sheet metal training workshop, an electronics lab... and a chemistry lab.
There are lathes, various metal parts, chemical reagents, and possibly even spare generators and fuel.
For Jiang Ming, who possesses the ability to synthesize everything.
That's where the real gold mine is.
"I'm going to wander around over there."
Jiang Ming called out to Li Bin, who was not far away.
Li Bin straightened up, pushed up his glasses, and held a bloodstained boning knife in his hand.
He glanced in the direction Jiang Ming had gone and immediately understood.
"Be careful, things over there...it's probably not safe."
"Um."
Jiang Ming responded and started walking.
The heavy metal combat boots clattered rhythmically on the concrete.
The afternoon sunlight was dark red and oppressive.
The tall figure clad in full silver armor resembled a tyrant surveying his territory, walking alone toward the gray building.
……
The doors to the training building were wide open.
The once tidy glass door was now shattered, and the entrance was piled with various messy tables and chairs, clearly a roadblock set up intentionally.
Faint human voices could be heard coming from inside, along with the clanging sound of metal clashing.
Clearly, Jiang Ming wasn't the only one who thought there were supplies here.
Jiang Ming walked to the door.
Several boys who were dismantling air conditioner outdoor units in the lobby on the first floor heard footsteps and subconsciously looked up.
When they saw the silver figure walking in against the light.
Everyone froze in their tracks.
What is that...?
In this era when everyone is wearing sportswear or casual clothes, and carrying mop handles and homemade weapons.
Suddenly, a fully armed medieval heavy warrior appeared.
The streamlined curves of the plate armor, the metallic texture that gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light, and the giant sword carried on his back, the hilt of which was half a foot long.
The intense visual impact caused the students' brains to freeze instantly.
"It's...it's Jiang Ming from the girls' dormitory!"
Someone recognized the iconic outfit.
After all, the commotion caused by Jiang Ming chasing the native cavalry on horseback at the back gate was too great.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
The students' eyes instantly shifted from shock to fear, and they involuntarily stepped back, gripping the screwdrivers and wrenches tightly.
Jiang Ming didn't even glance at them.
His gaze swept across the lobby on the first floor.
Most of the valuable items here have been dismantled and scattered.
This group of people is like a swarm of locusts, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake.
But what he was looking for wasn't on the first floor.
The metalworking workshop and the chemical laboratory are both located on the second and third floors.
Jiang Ming walked straight through the hall and headed towards the staircase.
The metal combat boots made a teeth-grinding "crack" sound as they stepped on the broken glass.