As the days of experimentation wore on, the beastmen in the experimental group exchanged experiences and finally found a winding path in the midst of hardship, and it was through this path that they steadily advanced.

At the very beginning, the Fighting Qi attached to the great sword could only be emitted from both sides, and its speed was equivalent to just one or two levels of wind speed, consuming several times more Fighting Qi than it normally would. However, this seemingly slow speed opened a new door for the beastmen.

Due to the tenacity of Fighting Qi, when treated in this manner, the power of the Fighting Qi attached to the sword exceeded that of an ordinary Fighting Qi sword by over ten percent. Though it seemed disproportionate to the consumption, it indeed indicated the direction of advancement.

So the beastmen continued their research on this basis, evolving from simple emissions to the hope of transforming the Fighting Qi into a complete cycle between the two blades, thereby greatly reducing the consumption of Fighting Qi while ensuring its movement.

With a correct direction, combined with ongoing training and exchange among the experimental group of beastmen, they soon found a solution. The circulation of Fighting Qi attached to the great sword not only resolved the issue of high Fighting Qi consumption but also increased the speed of circulation and enhanced the power beyond that of a typical Fighting Qi Slash.

With the emergence of a breakthrough, the beastmen in the experimental group continued to advance, eventually seeing the dawn of remote attack techniques like the Gale Foot Slash Wave.

As long as the speed of the Fighting Qi attached to the great sword could be increased beyond the speed of sound,

No, even if it was less than the speed of sound, as long as it reached a critical point, it would be possible to develop a remote slashing wave similar to the Gale Foot Slash Wave!

The future is bright!

...

Meanwhile, somewhere in the forest.

Rumble!!!

The grotesque giant hand's hulking body collapsed like a hill, wounds mottled with blood splattering onto the snow, creating a warm mist that immediately froze solid.

"Whew, managed to kill another one."

Looking at the collapsed forest around him, where more than half of the trees had fallen and the snow appeared plowed through, as well as the giant beast's corpse lying on the ground, resembling a mountain covered in huge ropes, the mercenary deputy captain Gory let out a long breath, his weapon trembling in his hand.

Ever since they attacked the Dragon Nest Tribe, only to fail and be captured by Austin, they had become slaves, their lives crushed under heavy labor like brick-moving and mining.

After more than a month of grueling torment, despite being extraordinary professionals, they were nearly reduced to skin and bones.

They had attempted to escape, but their first few efforts were easily thwarted. The last time, after escaping the Dragon Nest Tribe and thinking they had made it, they were directly suppressed by Austin and enslaved once more.

Every failed escape came at a price. Just the thought of that frightening little black room sent chills down everyone's spines. After Austin's unparalleled power easily crushed and captured them again, most mercenaries lost all hope; they couldn't escape, or even if they could, they would have to face the terrifying Blue Young Dragon.

Moreover, escaping into this icy and snowy world mostly only meant facing death.

Even after that, some mercenary slaves, still unwilling to give up, tried to conspire again, but were quickly betrayed by their former companions, hung on poles in the icy wild for three days, and were barely alive when finally brought down.

You couldn't blame them. The repeated failed escapes and the cruel punishments that followed had already caused many companions to lose hope.

Just when all the mercenaries were enveloped in a melancholy atmosphere, thinking they would soon die in this Dragon Nest Tribe like wild grass, the Blue Young Dragon unexpectedly found them and gave them two choices.

One was to submit to it and become its subordinates, fighting on its behalf.

The other was to continue being slaves, struggling until their value was exhausted and they died.

Gory still remembered that dragon's haughty demeanor, looking down at them as if it were gazing at a bunch of ants, completely indifferent.

Yet in their desperation, the mercenaries, like grasping at straws, naturally most of them chose to submit without hesitation, becoming a part of the Dragon Nest Race. Of course, there were a few stubborn ones who, like Mercenary Captain Valen, sneered at the notion.

But not every mercenary held an exalted human faith like Edward. Many of these mercenaries had fought their way up from the bottom, without the slightest notion of nationalism. This attack on the Dragon Nest Tribe was mostly because Edward's words swayed them; they didn't have that much of a "vanquish evil" saintly heart.

Besides, at the borders of the human world, weren't there some countries that submitted to a giant dragon, paying tribute year after year? Why couldn't they submit to a dragon?

Thus, most mercenaries were taken out of the slave cells and joined Austin's forces.

In the first few days, Austin individually interrogated them, extracting their Breathing Techniques, combat techniques, various experiences, maps, and even the distribution of worldly forces, all documented thoroughly.

Subsequently, the mercenaries who had been thoroughly interrogated were incorporated into combat teams. Despite the fact that the main culprit of the assault was that pretty boy Edward, and these mercenaries, like Austin, were of the human race, that didn't mean Austin was going to pardon them just because of shared ancestry.

Why should he care about shared ancestry? Even among humans, there's plenty of warfare. Since they had already interfered with his interests, there would be no leniency.

Thus, although these mercenaries were pulled from the abyss of slavery, they were also placed in the fighting ranks, taking on the most dangerous frontline tasks. Fortunately, with the growing strength of the Dragon Nest Tribe and their rather abundant experience in hunting giant beasts, when the mercenary corps went out hunting together, there were no casualties; even injuries were quickly healed by the beastman witch doctor.

Over the months, through countless experiences, it felt like a lifetime ago. Some mercenaries, because Austin had pardoned them from the slave cells, were moved to tears, swearing eternal loyalty to His Highness Austin.

Regarding this phenomenon, Gory outwardly smiled and agreed, but inside he sneered relentlessly. He had no intention of staying under this dragon's command until death...

Discarding the numerous thoughts from his mind, Gory quickly stepped forward to help clean up the battlefield.

"Speaking of which, haven't we been exterminating giant beasts continuously? Why does it seem like the number of giant beasts hasn't decreased recently, but actually increased? Rodrigo, was it always like this before?"

The Legion Commander, Lizardman Rodney, was evidently taken aback, and both his narrative and questioning tones conveyed the same curiosity.

"Is that so? The tribe hasn't hunted giant beasts before. But it does seem like you're right; why does it seem that the number of giant beasts has recently increased?"

Lizardman Rodney's brows furrowed with noticeable confusion, having not noticed before, but now, thinking about it carefully, it did seem to be a problem.

Gory was also taken aback, having unwittingly stumbled upon a possible issue just by idly chatting.

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