In the dense woods, the air was filled with the pungent scent of blood. "Slash, slash." The sound of flesh being cut open echoed continuously.
Breathing heavily, Gao Zhiming raised the blood-dripping dagger, gritting his teeth as he stabbed forward. The already cold blood splattered onto his innocent face.
He was now very tired, the high intensity of wielding the knife made his arms ache terribly.
But after glancing at Anna beside him, Gao Zhiming had no complaints, continuing to stab at the calf hung on the tree branch in front of him.
This was no easy task; the cowhide was very tough, and the dead meat was extremely stiff. Coupled with the resilient cow sinew, each stab required Gao Zhiming to exert all his strength.
"Don't use brute force, try to get the blade between two muscle groups. Remember the feeling of the blade slicing through flesh; you must get used to it quickly."
