Watching the figure quickly disappear, Chen Shouyi was lost in thought.

"So this is the mark of a Martial Artist, and to think I thought I was an anomaly, affected by Natural Healing."

But then, he felt something was off:

"I clearly haven't reached the standard of a Martial Artist! If I remember correctly, according to Qin Liuyuan, a Martial Artist's arm strength needs to be at least a thousand kilograms, and with my current strength of 15.1, I'm not even at eight hundred kilograms, falling behind both Xiao Changming and Lei Ruiyang. Yet, strangely, they haven't replaced their teeth, but I have."

"Could it be that other attributes are influencing this?

That's probably it. A person's physical-related attributes include three: strength, agility, and constitution. Of course, in a strict sense, intelligence should be added too. Strength is just one of them, and it's easily quantifiable, measurable by data, which is why it became one of the standards for a Martial Artist.

But this shouldn't be a necessary condition.

And my biggest advantage is relatively balanced attributes, reducing the strength requirement!

So this means I'm a Martial Artist!"

Since he didn't meet the strength criteria, sometimes Chen Shouyi was confused about whether to classify himself as a high-level Martial Artist or a Martial Artist. If he were to call himself a high-level Martial Artist, his combat power far surpassed people like Xiao Changming, but as a Martial Artist, his strength was still at the high-level Martial Artist level.

There was no need to be tangled up about it now.

He was indeed a Martial Artist, a genuine Martial Artist.

"Alright, little one, it's okay now, the bad giant has left." Chen Shouyi snapped out of his thoughts, speaking to a large tree not far away.

No sooner had he spoken than a small figure darted out from behind the tree like a bullet, her calves working hard as she ran toward Chen Shouyi.

As a creature from another world, though her body was small, her running speed was not the least bit slow, reaching six or seven meters per second, comparable to a human running at full speed.

In just an instant, she clutched at Chen Shouyi's trousers and climbed all the way up his thigh, promptly slipping into his arms, poking out a little head to timidly say:

"That mother giant is so bad, it scared me to death."

"Yes, really bad!" Chen Shouyi agreed, nodding.

......

An hour later, as Chen Shouyi walked out of the small woods, Sun Mengyuan's face turned cold, turning her head away from him.

Heh, this woman...

Chen Shouyi snorted, maintaining a stoic expression.

...

After dinner, a large number of tents were brought over by nearby soldiers.

The mission was at dawn, so to conserve energy, everyone began sleeping early.

Lying in the tent, Chen Shouyi tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

There was an inexplicable pre-battle anxiety in his heart.

Finally, he simply closed his eyes, entering his Memory Space, using combat to ease his anxiety.

He chose the battle scene from ten days ago when he was besieged by three Barbarians in Dongning. As soon as his mind entered his body from ten days ago, he felt his body weakened significantly, and his thinking became slower, making him slightly uncomfortable.

Using the same strategy as last time, he intended to first take down one of the Barbarians who seemed less agile with an arrow.

But two consecutive arrows missed.

On the one hand, this body felt a bit unfamiliar; on the other hand, his battle state was far from what it had been, not just because his mindset was overly relaxed, but his combat skills were also somewhat rusty.

Although he hadn't slacked off his daily training these days, training doesn't bring combat experience.

Faced with the three Barbarians' siege, he barely held on for a few moves before being drenched in blood, ultimately decapitated by a sword.

The second time, despite getting into a serious mindset, the result was the same.

By the third time, his battle state finally returned. He took down one Barbarian with two consecutive arrows, then faced the remaining two.

This battle's purpose was to enhance combat experience, not to win. Chen Shouyi naturally didn't adopt the risky fighting style like last time. After more than twenty intense rounds, with more and more wounds on his body, he was finally decapitated again.

He persevered, and by the fourth attempt, Chen Shouyi could hold out against the two Barbarians' siege for over thirty moves.

...

And by the sixth time, he could endure sixty moves.

No other Martial Artist could absorb experience and lessons like Chen Shouyi through repeated deaths, rapidly improving combat skills.

After all, each person's life is only once, and each battle only has two outcomes.

Victory gives life; failure leads to death.

And with death, everything ends.

Indeed, for a Martial Artist, even real life-and-death battles are scarce.

Having experienced one such battle is considered fortunate, three times means luck is on your side, and ten times? That's a child of destiny.

The virtual combat simulation in the Memory Space is the ultimate weapon for a Martial Artist.

...

In the Memory Space

Chen Shouyi moved like a phantom, his feet shifting rapidly, his figure changing.

Every movement lined the two besieging Barbarians up with him, allowing him to face only one opponent the whole time.

No matter how the two Barbarians acted, they were within his predictions.

These were battle instincts garnered from numerous life-and-death experiences, akin to a beast's intuition.

Chen Shouyi moved rapidly, fighting intensely.

By now, he had completely mastered the rhythm of the battle, able to end it at any time, but the feeling was so exhilarating that he couldn't help but be immersed in it.

The faces of the two Barbarians shifted from surprise to fear, then to despair. The one fighting Chen Shouyi head-on finally couldn't take the pressure, turned to flee, exposing his back to Chen Shouyi.

With a light step, Chen Shouyi lunged, severing the neck.

The next second, the other Barbarian met the same fate.

...

Chen Shouyi opened his eyes, feeling the hot blood coursing through his veins, the sensation of gripping the sword still lingering in his hand, as though he had truly experienced the intense battle.

A thrill flickered through his heart.

"This was just my self from ten days ago. Now, my body is even stronger. If I encounter the same battle again, it might end within a few rounds."

He checked the attribute panel.

Found that the energy only decreased by 0.1.

His anxiety vanished completely, he calmed down, closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, gentle snores sounding.

...

Chen Shouyi was awakened by sharp whistles.

He opened his eyes, glancing at his watch, discovering it was already twelve-thirty.

Quickly getting up, no sooner had he moved than the Shell Lady awoke. She opened her eyes cautiously; here, she felt unsafe, her keen hearing clearly picking up the breathing of all the surrounding humans.

Seeing Chen Shouyi already beginning to dress, the Shell Lady sat up quickly, softly reminding Chen Shouyi, "The bad giants are awake."

"Don't worry, I'm here!" Chen Shouyi reassured her.

"Yes, I'm not afraid!" The Shell Lady nodded vigorously, her little face serious.

"If we need to fight the bad giants later, and I leave you at the side, will you be scared?" Chen Shouyi asked.

The Shell Lady hesitated, then firmly nodded, "I won't be scared either, I'm the bravest."

"Yes, you're the bravest!" Chen Shouyi smiled, praised, and picked up the Shell Lady, placing her in his arms.

When he walked out of the tent, his face was already serious, the mission was finally starting.

...

A crescent moon hung high in the sky, draped in a thin veil, distant hills rolling, dark and profound.

Under the cover of night, the convoy rattled quickly along the road.

The carriage interior was quiet, no one spoke.

Most were resting with their eyes closed.

Luo Jingwen was repeatedly wiping his Long Sword, his movements gentle, as if caressing a beloved.

Ye Zong quietly looked outside, his face composed, this man who gave Chen Shouyi a strong sense of danger was clearly not as light-hearted as imagined at this moment.

He squeezed the sword hilt forcefully, his body slowly relaxing.

Hope everything goes smoothly!

ps: Finally reached four thousand, asking for some recommendations please please!