My inventory is full of monster materials.

Chapter 129 Mark's Cow Dissection

Mark gripped the large butcher's knife, ran his thumb lightly along the blade a few times, raised an eyebrow, and his face showed obvious displeasure.

He then slammed his wrist down and slammed the butcher knife heavily onto the wooden display stand.

This piece of junk only managed to break a layer of skin after cutting into it for ages.

Mark reached into the silver-white dimensional pouch inside his robe, his fingertips twitching slightly as he slowly drew out a thin, sharp silver willow-leaf knife, about the size of a finger.

The gleaming silver blade perfectly reflected half of Mark's cold and handsome face, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and his aura becoming increasingly calm and composed.

At this moment, the crowd erupted in a frenzy, all staring curiously at the tall, blue-robed mage who had suddenly appeared. A cacophony of whispers arose, some expressing doubt, others curiosity, and much more.

"Who's this? He's a new face!"

"Are you kidding me? Bob's a seasoned veteran at trading monster materials. How can he be better than Bob? Don't waste such a high-quality minotaur!"

Among the crowd, only Dylan stood with his arms crossed, his expression calm and his eyes resolute.

In his view, Mark had always been a man of few words, and for him to say such a thing, he must have been absolutely certain.

It also reminded me of my first meeting with Mark, which was a real lesson for me.

Mark remained completely undisturbed by the discussions below the stage, his mind focused solely on the scalpel at his fingertips. With the enhancement of his mental power, the blade was covered with a thin layer of frost and magic.

The next second, Mark flicked his wrist, a flash of silver light, and the lancet pierced straight into the minotaur's neck, the blade precisely penetrating the bone.

Immediately afterwards, the blade quickly rotated clockwise once, the movement crisp and clean, with a soft "click".

The enormous bull's head collapsed with a crash, falling from the display stand and rolling several times on the ground before finally coming to rest in front of the crowd, its empty eye sockets staring straight up at the people around it.

hiss-

The onlookers gasped in shock, and many instinctively took a few steps back, their faces filled with horror.

At that moment, all doubts and disdain ceased abruptly, and the scene fell into a deathly silence, with only the slightly rapid breathing of the crowd remaining.

Fat Bob's eyes widened, his face shifting from shock to ecstasy. He quickly stepped forward, picked up the cow's head from the ground, and examined it carefully with both hands, muttering to himself.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect! The cut is so clean, it's ten times better than mine!"

Bob was only tempted by the "two thousand gold coins" reward to reluctantly give up his position to Mark.

But with just this one skill, an expert can tell whether someone is good or not.

At this moment, Bob was truly convinced, and his gaze toward Mark became burning with longing, filled with anticipation for the surprise to come.

On the display stand, Mark remained oblivious, completely focused on the minotaur corpse before him, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Mark then held the scalpel, the blade moving slowly along the minotaur's fascia, light, precise, and steady, like a fish swimming between muscles, without the slightest hesitation.

The thick fur was neatly sliced ​​along the blade, the cut as smooth as a mirror, without a single unnecessary tear.

The muscle and fascia separated instantly without any tearing, and the oozing blood was contained to a very small area, without falling onto the table.

Mark moved lightly, his body nimbly rotating with the blade, from his back to his chest and abdomen, from his limbs to his head.

The tendons were completely removed, the bones were precisely separated, and the internal organs were carefully removed one by one and neatly arranged.

The crowd fell completely silent, everyone holding their breath and staring in disbelief at the scene before them.

The massive elite minotaur was disassembled by Mark step by step, with each part kept in its best condition.

The whole thing was like an art performance, a feast for the eyes and awe-inspiring.

Mark was completely focused at this moment, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to the system prompts that kept scrolling in front of him.

["Tough Minotaur Hide (Green)" detected. Equip/Disable?]

[“Vibrant Minotaur Heart (Green)” detected. Equip/Disable?]

[Dissection a great success! Obtained "fresh material": powerful minotaur tendon (green), and retained an additional special ability!]

In just over ten minutes, the Minotaur had been completely dismantled and laid out neatly.

Dark brown fur was laid out on one side of the display stand, the limb bones and muscle tissue were arranged in categories, and the internal organs were placed intact in the center...

Mark finally stopped wielding his scalpel, staring blankly at the neatly arranged monster materials before him.

At the same time, a barrage of prompts rang in my mind again.

[Upgrading "Anatomy Mastery" to Major grants: Intelligence +2, Perception +1.]

[Unlocking the next stage – "Anatomy Master Lv1 (Purple)".]

[Promotion requirements not met; skill acquisition failed.]

[Upgrade "Advanced Biology" to Ma level, gaining: Intelligence +2.]

[Unlock the next stage – "Mastery of Biology (Blue)".]

[Blue-quality "Biological" skill/feature detected; "Biology Mastery Lv1" learned]

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Specialty "Biology Mastery Lv1 (Blue)": Increases biological knowledge efficiency by 50%, with a small chance of obtaining "The Mystery of Life".

I never expected that this impulsive dissection would bring such substantial benefits.

The long-dormant "Anatomy Mastery" and "Advanced Biology" skills were maxed out, and an additional 4 points of Intelligence and 1 point of Perception were gained.

Mark subconsciously checked his profile.

Intelligence: 29/29

Perception: 8/10

Mark frowned slightly, muttering to himself.

I've reached my maximum intelligence again, which is a bit annoying. I need to find a way to break through the intelligence limit, otherwise I feel like I'm losing a fortune every time I overflow.

Furthermore, I failed to advance to the Master level in "Anatomy Mastery" and I don't know what conditions are required for advancement.

Overall, however, he was quite satisfied with the public "anatomy class" and gained far more than he expected.

Suddenly, Mark felt something was missing. He glanced coldly at the crowd below the stage, and everyone subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. Some even couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Only Bob remained speechless, still in a state of shock, clutching the complete Minotaur head in his arms.

Mark spotted his target walking down the stage and took the bull's head from Bob's hands. Bob offered no resistance and simply stared at Mark's retreating figure.

Finally, the minotaur's head was securely placed at the front of the display stand, corresponding one by one with the fur, bones, and internal organs next to it, forming a complete "explosion diagram" of the minotaur's body tissues, which is extremely visually impactful.

In that instant, the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

"That's amazing!"

"This technique is simply divine!"

"I never imagined there were such impressive people in the association. This is truly eye-opening!"

The crowd showered him with praise.

At this moment, Mark's image was etched into everyone's mind.

Bob, the owner of the goods, rushed forward immediately, circled the display stand wanting to inspect the painting, but couldn't bear to damage it.

"So that's how it is! These two pieces are from the same part. I used to sell them separately, which was a huge loss! And this tendon, so intact, could fetch a good price. I used to just chop it up and throw it away as scrap, what a waste!"

Bob's face was full of regret, but he was also glad that he had met Mark today. He not only witnessed the dissection skills, but also learned about the important parts of the Minotaur, which were real trade secrets!

At that moment, Dylan stepped forward, patted Mark on the shoulder, and spoke with great admiration.

"Mark, you've really opened my eyes. I've only ever seen such exquisite anatomical techniques from professors in the relevant fields at the San Lorenzo Academy."

Mark took a clean handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped the dirt off his hands and the lancet, and replied in a flat tone.

"You're in pretty good shape today. But let's get down to business quickly, lest someone beat us to it and delay our visit to the Osbornes."

As they talked, they walked together to Bob.

At this moment, the onlookers, including the mages, began scrambling to buy the dismantled minotaur materials.

"Give me the whole piece of this beef tenderloin!"

"I need the minotaur's heart; I'm just missing one key ingredient to make this potion!"

"Give me a beef rib!"

The scene was extremely chaotic and lively.

But Bob stood firmly in front of the booth, arms outstretched, shouting loudly.

"Everyone, don't rush! Don't rush! Wait a moment, I'll put a price tag on each part first, it's all a fixed price, no bargaining!"

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As he spoke, Bob skillfully pulled out a bunch of wooden signs and pens from his pocket, quickly wrote down prices on the signs, and placed them next to the various materials. His movements were practiced and he seemed to be having a great time.

In no time, the entire booth transformed into a bustling beef stall.

Mark stepped forward, and the people around him tactfully made way for him, after all, the strength Mark had just displayed had earned their respect.

"Bob, how much for this whole bull's head?"

Bob saw Mark's face beaming with smiles, his tone full of flattery, his eyes practically slits.

"Hey! You're too kind! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten a good price for this material. I'll just charge you the cost price for this bull's head, 100 gold coins will do!"

Although he said that, Bob was inwardly heartbroken, and the fat on his cheeks trembled uncontrollably.

The most valuable part of this minotaur, excluding the bullwhip which is required for special purposes, is the bull's head. If sold at market price, it would fetch at least 150 gold coins.

But Bob knew the business acumen of the trade, and as the saying goes, "small profits don't come in, small profits don't come out," so he had no choice but to reluctantly concede.

Mark nodded slightly, knowing he had gotten a great deal, but that wasn't all. He pointed to several evenly sized beef tendons on the side of the display stand and said...

"How much are those beef cuts? I'll take some and try them when I get home."

Bob looked in the direction Mark was pointing, but couldn't see anything special. It was just a few pieces of decent-quality beef. So he nodded repeatedly and said with a fawning expression.

"Look at you, these tendons are yours for the taking! You've helped me so much, these little things are nothing!"

"Thank you so much!"

Mark didn't stand on ceremony with the other party and directly put the beef strips into his dimensional bag.

Actually, these beef tendons were specially selected by Mark.

During the dissection, Mark triggered three "dissection successes," obtaining some materials with special attributes.

What may only have superficial value to others has rare equipment attributes for Mark.

Having obtained the minotaur's head and tendons, Mark and Dylan had achieved their goal and had no intention of lingering in the trading area any longer, so they decided to go downstairs and leave immediately.

Just then, Bob suddenly jumped up and quickly caught up, calling out repeatedly.

"Hey bro! Hey bro! Wait a minute! What's your name?"

Mark stopped and looked back at the fat man with a puzzled expression.

"My name is Mark. Is there anything else?"

Bob, ignoring the stench of the mage's robes, leaned closer and whispered.

"I'm the captain of the Silver Adventurer Team's 'Dungeon,' and everyone affectionately calls me 'Dungeon Fan' because I have unique skills in dungeons and raids, and I can often find some pretty strong monsters."

At this point, Bob carefully straightened his mage robes and tucked in his belly.

Mark looked puzzled and pressed for an answer.

"so what?"

Bob rubbed his blood-stained hands and said respectfully and earnestly.

"I see you know a lot about monsters, and your skills are pretty good too. How about we team up?"

"I'll provide fresh monsters; you help me disassemble and break them down. I guarantee you the best price and the highest quality materials!"

Bob knew that Mark's material dissection was like fine processing, doubling the value of the original monster materials, making him an invaluable asset to his adventure team.

But Mark nodded and considered for a moment before giving a vague reply.

"Sorry, I don't specialize in this."

Upon hearing this, Bob looked regretful, but still tried his best to persuade him.

"Here's what we'll do: if you have time or any ideas, you can go to No. 37 Helen Street in the west of the city. That's where my adventure team is based."

"Um."

Mark gave a casual reply.

Bob waved goodbye and hurried back to his stall to continue selling beef.

Training Course.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, and several half-human-sized steel training dummies stood around, their bodies covered with dents and impact marks.

In one corner of the training ground were piles of iron chains, stone locks, and several discarded, crudely made weapons, giving the entire training ground a rugged and violent atmosphere.

Osborne stood in the center of the field, a burly man with ruddy skin, wearing several thick iron chains, and behind him was an iron book the size of a door panel.

At this moment, Osborne clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his muscles bulged as he pounded his fists hard against the steel dummy in front of him.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

With each punch, the steel dummy shook violently, the dents on its surface deepened, and gravel and rust fell off in a flurry.

Sweat slid down his red skin, dripping onto the black stone ground, instantly evaporating into a wisp of white vapor.

After an unknown amount of time, Osborne finally stopped what he was doing, walked to the bench in the rest area, and sat down heavily, the bench creaking under his weight.

The bench in the rest area is made of rough solid wood with a smooth surface. Next to it is a worn-out water bag and a coarse cloth towel for wiping sweat.

Osborne picked up the water bag next to the bench, took a few big gulps, and his eyes gradually regained some clarity. His face gradually calmed down, and after a moment, his expression became conflicted, as if he were making a difficult choice.

In the end, Osborne gritted his teeth, took the huge iron book off his back and placed it on his lap, then took a deep breath and slowly turned to the first page of the iron book.

But just five seconds later, Osborn's face turned bright red, his skin became hot, steam rose from his skin, and violent magic began to surge, on the verge of going berserk.

Just then, a commotion came from the entrance of the training ground, accompanied by a slightly timid male voice.

"Lord Osborn is training... spells inside, but I suggest you wait until he calms down before going in, as he may not be in good condition right now."

Immediately afterwards, a flat and cold voice rang out.

"I know."