Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Now, he could already hold out for an entire round without either side using any Skills.

Ding ding ding.

The members of the Management Bureau, who were watching the match, rang the bell to signal the end of the round. Wu Chang let out a long breath, returned to the edge of the ring, took the towel draped over the side ropes, and wiped off the sweat on his face.

After vigorous exercise, his entire body was flushed with blood, causing a barely perceptible mist to rise from his head.

As he took deep breaths, he felt a sense of clarity throughout his body, reflecting on the details of the recent fight, gaining new insights into many aspects.

He looked at his Attribute Panel and found that his Fighting Introduction (E) indeed changed, upgrading to Fighting Mastery (C).

His Fighting Techniques leveled up twice, due to his sweat and effort, but even more thanks to the Primordial Spirit Core.

The blessing from the Primordial Spirit Core left in his body, indescribable by numerical value, would continue to turn into tangible strength like today.

Looking at the Fighting Techniques that leveled up twice, Wu Chang awakened as if from a dream, shifting his gaze from the dungeons, the Attribute Panel, and his resentment, remembering that the Abyssal Game wasn’t a simple game.

If Players want to improve themselves, they don’t necessarily have to be confined to dungeons; growth outside of dungeons is equally important.

It should be known that Fighting Techniques, as one of the most practical basic Skills, are not cheap on a Skill Scroll for Fighting Proficiency. Moreover, even if learned through a Scroll, the application will be very mechanical, far less effective than the Skills he comprehended through practice.

He raised an eyebrow, perhaps the existence of past dungeons was not just for Players to scavenge resources but also for them to learn something in the safe environment of past dungeons.

Maybe the next time he comes out of a dungeon, he should follow this train of thought and visit the Masters in past dungeons and private Planes.

Of course, He Yi is excluded, as he’s purely a stats monster.

Sparring with him is like soloing with an iron man using all A-Level combos—just a series of basic attacks intertwined with normal attacks makes Wu Chang run for cover, learning nothing useful.

He was preparing to call Zhao Yan for another round to test his newly upgraded Fighting Mastery when his phone, incarnated from his ”Unlimited Personal Streaming Room” in his portable space, received a message.

Wu Chang’s true self was expressionless, sitting in the corner of the ring drinking water, while his True Self opened the phone in the Inner World at home, seeing that the sender was Hou Jingchuan.

The other party understood the rules well and didn’t ask him to go to Yanjing again but left a room number in the public area of the Crimson Courtyard, inviting him for a detailed discussion there.

Previously, when he left Yanjing, he gave Hou Jingchuan an emergency contact, saying that if someone from the Bright Society came to the Desolate Realm and they couldn’t handle it, they could ask him for help.

He didn’t want to get involved in the internal struggle between the Management Bureau or the Four Major Organizations, so he particularly emphasized the Bright Society and emphasized seeking him only when they were utterly incapable of coping.

He hoped Hou Jingchuan truly had an issue and wasn’t approaching him with some other purpose.

He glanced at the information on his phone again and directed his True Self into the Crimson Courtyard.

Within the Management Bureau, break time was over, and the bell for the start of the second round rang.

Zhao Yan saw that Wu Chang was still drinking water and asked, ”Can you still go on, or are you already burned out?”

Wu Chang cooperatively put down the water cup and feigned reluctance, saying, ”Let’s go again!”

The two touched gloves, and Wu Chang habitually threw a jab with the lead hand to probe. Wu Chang was tall with long arms, having a reach advantage over Zhao Yan, using his reach to probe with a jab was his standard opening move.

During these days of sparring, Zhao Yan had become very familiar with this; he could dodge it even with his eyes closed.

He shifted his footing to dodge the jab, simultaneously moving towards Wu Chang’s center, muttering, ”How many times have I told you, do not let your fighting style become rigid and mechanical, how many times must you suffer to remember this.”

The spectators could already envision the ensuing combat scene, with Zhao Yan easily dodging three jabs and seizing the rhythm by landing a body shot and rear-hand straight, forcing Wu Chang into a defensive shell.

But this time, the scene was different.

After Wu Chang missed the first jab, he sidestepped and, in the midst of Zhao Yan preparing to strike, suddenly delivered an uppercut with the rear hand, bypassing Zhao Yan’s guard and aiming directly at his jaw.

Realizing something was wrong, Zhao Yan tried to lean back to dodge but still got hit partially on the chin, stumbling backward two steps and sitting down on the ground.

Zhao Yan rubbed his chin, staring in disbelief, thinking this kid wasn’t this fierce in the last round—and how could there be alternative sparring partners in reality.

This footwork, this sense of timing, this punching power, even within the Wanghai Branch, few could match this level.

You’re not Wu Chang, who are you?

”How did you suddenly get so fierce?”

Wu Chang proudly said, ”I had a breakthrough in the heat of battle; I’ve made it. Today, we’re definitely going to complete five full rounds.”

Zhao Yan remained silent for a moment, then stood up from the ground, his expression turning serious.

”I indeed didn’t see wrong; you truly are a good prospect for Fighting. With a bit of pressure on you, you can progress so quickly.”

”Previously holding your Fighting level at C-Level seems no longer satisfying your growth. Coincidentally, I upgraded to Master Level in Fighting yesterday, lacking someone to practice with. Today, we’ll complete five full rounds.”

Wu Chang: ?

Wait, what did you say, Master Level in Fighting?

”I suddenly remembered I left the gas at home on; can we spar another day?”

Zhao Yan walked towards Wu Chang with a smirk, saying, ”What do you think?”

Wu Chang swallowed a gulp of saliva, recalling the beatings he took on the ring during this period.