"Brother, drink tea." Gan Ping, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, obediently offered a cup of hot tea to He Zhao who had returned from training. The other seven people, who were even more miserable than him, hurriedly stepped forward to serve him, beating their legs and rubbing their shoulders.
Call someone skilled.
The young and cute cavalry captain: "..."
Are the eight of you mean?
I'm usually very polite, but he stared at me and tried to bully me.
Now, something bad has come to the barracks, and everyone has suddenly become a bitch.
Gan!
"Well, is there ginseng in it? It tastes good. Xiao Pingzi, you are serious. I won't take you to practice boxing tonight. Just have a good rest." He Zhao took a sip of tea and nodded with satisfaction.
Gan Ping smiled happily when he heard this, and finally he no longer had to be beaten as a sandbag.
The remaining seven people grimaced: "..."
The man named He had just been in the elite camp for three days, and the eight of them together were beaten a total of eighteen times.
Morning, noon, afternoon, and night, whenever the ruthless people are free, catch them immediately, have a meal of basic boxing skills, and learn from each other in the name of it.
This group of people dared to resist at first, but after several "uprisings" failed, they were suppressed. They simply lay down on the ground and allowed He Zhao to do whatever he wanted.
You can conquer us physically, but you can't destroy us mentally!
"Okay, I don't need you to practice boxing with me anymore."
"Thank you Captain!!"
Former captain Gan Ning: "..."
Can you have some conscience?
It's not that He Zhao is kind-hearted, but that when faced with a target that has no resistance, a set of basic boxing techniques can beat the opponent no matter how miserable he is, but he is still not very proficient at all.
[Basic boxing: 25/1000 (small success)]
[Basic knife skills: 0/1000 (small success)]
[Basic Archery: 0/1000 (small success)]
[Basic shield: 0/500 (skilled)]
[Basic battle formation: 0/500 (skilled)]
[Military Boxing: 0/500 (Proficient)]
He Zhao hasn't practiced any basic boxing skills in the past few days. He spends more than ten seconds beating someone. Isn't it faster than Ku Haha's fifteen lying down punches?
Use the time saved to focus on mastering swordsmanship, archery, and martial arts.
In addition, I have to mention that not all the noble disciples who can enter the elite camp are trash.
Although this kid Gan Ping always likes to say that his father is a hereditary earl, he is not bad at it. At least when the whole team practices basic battle formations, he never makes any mistakes.
‘Is there any special hidden effect of being diligent enough to make up for my weakness? Otherwise, the improvement brought by these basic skills would be too exaggerated?’ He Zhao thought to himself and punched casually.
"boom!"
The unprotected fist hit the wooden bed in the barracks, causing pieces of it to fly.
Gan Ping, who was in high spirits, looked at the bed where he had suffered a disaster. His face was confused and he did not dare to complain.
...
Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.
In the past six months, He Zhao not only mastered all the basics to perfection, but also learned other weapons, as well as palm, kick, throwing and other unarmed fighting techniques.
At the same time, he understood all the conditions for promotion.
Skills are divided into five levels: rough (0/100), proficient (0/500), minor (0/1000), great (0/5000), and perfect (0/10000).
It takes exactly ten thousand times to achieve perfection!
The five levels are superimposed on each other, a total of 16,600 times!
He only slept four hours a day, and spent the rest of his time practicing hard without daring to stop at all, for fear of giving up halfway and turning his practice into a grinding job in the future.
Even the most stern coach had to admire He Zhao's perseverance when he met him.
Of course, the "discussion" move by Renren Zhao is even more troublesome.
Let's put it this way, since he arrived at the elite camp, He Zhao has been notorious. No matter how thorny and difficult to deal with, the noble disciples will all be so frightened that their legs weaken after seeing him, and their whole bodies are shaking like chaff.
There were thousands of people in the camp, but no one could escape his severe beatings. At one point, they even became distraught!
For the sake of proficiency, it is simply crazy.
[Proficient in cold weapons: swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks... all kinds of weapons in the world are at your fingertips.]
After learning dozens of weapons-related skills, they actually merged and transformed into talents one day!
It can only be said that there are gains and losses, but in He Zhao's view, the gains outweigh the losses.
Because what is lost can be made up for in other ways.
[Unarmed fighting: fists, feet, palms, legs, all are good, all are perfect. Physical strength, strength, agility, reaction, blocking, resistance to blows, shot speed, all directions +1.]
He Zhao successively emptied out the coaches, and then targeted some new recruits who were good at family-style martial arts. After countless forced "competitions", he secretly succeeded in stealing from them.
Then on a dark and stormy night, he happily defeated dozens of people. After returning to the barracks, he suddenly discovered that those boxing and kicking skills had merged and transformed into a new talent.
[Excellent Archer: Only when your archery skills are superb can you be called a god.]
This gifted ability is so powerful that He Zhao shot an arrow into a solid stone in the daytime. Ordinary armor and goggles could not block the sharp arrow at all.
"Diligence can make up for weakness, and there must be a hidden effect. Otherwise, everyone's equipment is exactly the same, why am I the only one who can do this?"
"Brother Zhao, our training tasks have been arranged by the above." Gan Ping led several younger brothers into the barracks and handed the talismans representing their respective identities into the hands of others one by one.
"Say." He Zhao adjusted his armor and said without raising his head.
"Kill all the Gao family rebels in Qinghe Town! A total of twenty teams will participate this time. If the Qinghe militia dares to resist, then the entire team will be slaughtered."
"???"
He Zhao suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with cold light, frightening everyone waiting, and feeling inexplicably cold in their hearts.
"Qinghe Town!"
He vaguely remembered that in the [Previous Life Mall], the second simulation scene that requires 10 simulation coins to enter was named - [Qinghe Town·Conquering Demons].
"Gan Ping, have you ever heard of demons?" He Zhao said with a solemn expression.
"Isn't that from the Buddhist scriptures?" Gan Ping, who had been his younger brother for half a year, blurted out.
never mind.
If we expect him to know the inside story, we might as well wait for others to get more equipment.
"Can I carry cobwebs?"
"What's that?"
Facing everyone's doubts, He Zhao couldn't help but cover his face.
"Does Qiren Mansion know?"
"Does Daxuan have this organization? If so, as the second son of Uncle Qing Ning, I shouldn't not know about it." Probably considering Ren Renzhao's face, Gan Ping said with slightly confused eyes.
He Zhao: "..."
So in just five years, how much has changed in Daxuan.
At this moment, not to mention the net that can act on certain monsters, even the so-called Strange Man's Mansion has not yet been established.
At dawn the next day, two hundred rookie Black Armor warriors were ready to go.
The leader of the team is the martial arts instructor. After all, the first mission for new recruits after leaving the camp is very likely to lead to a war with a scale of more than 800 people. Without a leader, the battle losses may be very high, exceeding the endurance limit of the Rui Shi camp.