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’A Fishman Assassin Training Camp?’

Qin Ziwen found the name of this building rather interesting.

He had thought there were only places like the Martial Arts Arena and the Celestial Star Arrow Gallery for honing skills. Now, a training camp had actually appeared. ’If there’s a training camp for Fishman assassins, will there be one for the Human Race in the future?’

As the thoughts churned in his mind, he glanced at the corpse on the ground. ”Don’t let the body go to waste. Take it to be buried.”

He wondered if burying the Six-Armed Evil Puppet Fish Demon’s corpse would enhance the progress of Fishman’s Lament or forge a new weapon.

He carried the corpse to the Eternal Hunting Tomb.

The moment the Six-Armed Evil Puppet Fish Demon was buried, the ground surged and spat it back out.

’It seems it can’t be counted as a new weapon. As long as it’s a Fishman, even a mutated one, it can only be used to strengthen the single weapon, Fishman’s Lament.’ Qin Ziwen considered it for a moment. Throwing it into the Abyssal Ruins wouldn’t be very cost-effective either.

Based on his tests during this period, Qin Ziwen had discovered that the amount of Law Essence obtained from decomposing prey in the Abyssal Ruins was directly proportional to the prey’s Level and body size.

At the same Level, the larger the prey’s body, the more Law Essence it would yield.

Therefore, tossing a humanoid Fishman corpse like the Six-Armed Evil Puppet Fish Demon, which was barely three meters tall, into the Abyssal Ruins was simply not worth it.

”Forget it. I’ll just bury it.”

He moved the corpse next to the burial mound for Fishman’s Lament. The soil churned as if stirred by an invisible hand, and the body slowly sank into the earth.

[Hunting Artifact]Fishman’s Lament

[Level]Level 3 (13/100,000)

[Species]Spirit/Foot

[Hunting Exhibition]

First Stage: Water Breath

Second Stage: Weeping Tide

Third Stage: Not Activated

He hadn’t expected Fishman’s Lament to be the first weapon to unlock its Second Stage Hunting Exhibition. A Level 3 weapon could actually unlock a Second Stage Hunting Exhibition.

All the Fishmen Yan Da had hunted recently had been brought back and buried in the tomb by him. With the addition of the Six-Armed Evil Puppet Fish Demon’s corpse just now, the weapon had broken through to Level 3 in one go.

At the same time, by the shore of the underground lake, Yan Da was on patrol. Suddenly, the Fishman’s Lament hanging at his waist trembled slightly, letting out a low hum.

He instinctively drew the Curved Blade.

A stream of information transmitted from Fishman’s Lament flowed into his mind.

After receiving the information, Yan Da turned to the team behind him. ”Everyone, take a short rest. Stay alert.”

The men dispersed to the surrounding area. Yan Da walked around a corner and looked down at the Fishman’s Lament in his hand.

With a flicker of thought, he activated the First Stage Hunting Exhibition: Water Breath.

Three fish-gill scale patterns appeared on the side of the blade’s spine.

Yan Da silently called out in his mind, ’Second Stage Hunting Exhibition, Weeping Tide.’

The blade shuddered. The original three gill patterns suddenly split open, as if ripped apart by something from within.

A faint, deep-blue light seeped from the openings. A viscous, tear-like liquid spirit essence flowed slowly down the blade, yet never dripped off.

At the same time, the Curved Blade in his hand slowly extended, becoming longer and more slender.

Immediately after, dozens of fine gill patterns appeared all at once on the spine of the blade, layered upon one another, stretching from the handguard all the way to the tip.

Each gill pattern pulsed, opening and closing, emitting a faint, whimpering sound like a soft cry.

Through the flowing, deep-blue liquid spirit essence, one could faintly see countless tiny, fish-shaped phantoms swimming around the Curved Blade.

Having never been exposed to the wonders of the modern world, Yan Da was utterly stunned by the new form of the Curved Blade in his hand.

’I can’t believe the transformation for the Second Stage Hunting Exhibition is so dramatic.’

He slashed out with the blade. Where the edge passed, it left a lingering blue tear-streak, like a blue wave cutting across the ocean’s surface.

Faintly, a low, whimpering cry echoed in the air, like the weeping of a siren from the deep sea.

”Big Brother!” Yan San ran over quickly. He had just heard an unsettling weeping sound. For some reason, the moment he heard it, goosebumps broke out all over his skin, and his heart pounded with unease. The sound had come from his brother’s direction.

”I’m fine. Just testing the blade.” Yan Da hefted the Curved Blade in his hand. ”This is truly a Divine Weapon.”

”Bro, did that sound come from this blade?” Yan San asked, surprised.

”Yes. The Divine Weapon the Lord gave me has unlocked its second form. It’s a shame I don’t have a worthy opponent to test it on,” Yan Da said with some regret.

Yan San’s eyes darted. ”Why not go look for some Fishmen?”

Yan Da shook his head. ”What Fishmen? We’ve killed too many of them lately. They run the moment they see us. We haven’t seen a single trace of them for half the day.”

”Just because we can’t find them near the surface doesn’t mean they aren’t underwater,” Yan San suggested.

Yan Da was tempted, but ultimately decided to play it safe. He’d finish the patrol mission the Lord assigned him first. The underwater environment was dark, and if the Fishmen were determined to hide, finding them would be difficult. It would be better to go try the weapon out at the Blood Sand Beast Fighting Arena after the patrol was over.

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After burying the corpse, Qin Ziwen took the Card he had just obtained and went to the Fishman Cave.

Judging by its name, the newly acquired Advanced Building was clearly related to Fishmen. So, he would build it next to the Fishman Cave to make training more convenient for them.

When the Fishmen active near the Fishman Cave saw Qin Ziwen approaching, they called out to their leader in their halting Fishman tongue.

As the surrounding Fishmen gathered, Qin Ziwen raised an arm and waved. ”Go on, back to your business.”

After dispersing the Fishmen, Qin Ziwen took out the Card.

”BANG~”

The azure Card shattered, dissolving into countless motes of light.

From among the scattered motes, a patch of white light spread across the ground, covering a 200 by 200-meter empty space in front of him.

The light dissipated, and the scenery before him changed in an instant!

A network of steel wire and iron mesh crisscrossed a 40,000 square-meter swamp.

The swamp was dotted with randomly placed water pits of various sizes.

The wire mesh was arranged in different configurations; some lay flat against the ground, while others formed walls.

Deep within the swamp stood a three-story building made of mud bricks.

Vaguely, figures could be seen moving around on the building.

Qin Ziwen used Insight.

[Advanced Building · Fishman Assassin Training Camp]Level 2 Decoy Generation, Level 2 Assassination Skill Enhancement, Level 1 Title Building (Special Effect: Fishman Race units that meet the training standards in the Fishman Assassin Training Camp have a chance to obtain the special title [Fishman Assassin])

A title!

It was a new term.

’I wonder what the difference is between a Fishman with a title and a regular one. Is it something like a job class change?’

The description of the Fishman Assassin Training Camp’s building features contained the words ’Title Building’.

’Since the Fishmen can have them, other races should be able to as well.’

Noticing the commotion, the Fishmen in the cave climbed out of the water.

”Chief,” Lorne said as he approached.

Qin Ziwen said, ”This is a new building I’ve constructed for you Fishmen—the Fishman Assassin Training Camp. In a moment, have your people line up to go inside and train. Those who meet the standards will be granted the Fishman Assassin title.”

”Thank you, Chief!” Lorne said gratefully.

Lorne then turned to the Fishmen behind him and declared, ”This is a new miracle bestowed upon us by the Chief! The Chief is the moon of our Fishman Race!”

A wave of Fishmen fell to their knees, raising their hands high and shouting ”Moon” in their clumsy attempts at the human tongue.

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