This move looked no different from normal hoeing. Logically speaking, it should be able to dig out a large piece of soil from the ground, and almost any farmer would know how to use it.
This was the most common posture and action in daily labor. Farmers had to swing their hoes hundreds or thousands of times a day or even more.
The action of swinging the hoe had long become an instinct, and this instinct had been integrated into their blood. It allowed them to have a clear understanding of any land. By picking up the hoe and looking at a piece, they would know whether the land was good or bad of land, how much strength did they have to use, and where did they have to start digging.
Practice made perfect meant an instinct.
Pfft!
However, liquid splashed out from the ground when the hoe hit it. The thick smell of blood instantly filled the air.
The liquid was not water, but blood!
"It's the blood! Oh no, it's the enemy hiding underground."
