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Chapter Fourteen The early bird eats blood

At four o'clock in the morning, Gordon opened his eyes on time and woke up from his deep sleep.

The small room was shimmering with dim light. He glanced at the hourglass, got up and got out of bed, picked up a sharp gravel, and scratched a shallow mark in the corner of the wall.

There were thirty-six scratches on the mottled sand wall, which meant that he had spent a full thirty-six days at the base.

Gordon twisted his neck, wrists, and ankles, and activated his limbs step by step. First, he hugged his hands and feet, curling his whole body like a ball, and then spread his legs apart, doing a straight split... Since learning martial arts at the base, he found that juggling is very good.

The auxiliary effect. Since he decided to take the path of the acrobatic school, the flexibility and coordination of the limbs are particularly important. The secrets of this ancient acrobatic school are unique in this regard.

Nearly a hundred wind holes are opened on his body, and his breath technique is like a torrential wave, rushing through the wind holes, making an awkward acrobatic movement become as smooth as water. His speed is getting faster and faster, and he can complete an action in one second.

, connect to the next action.

Half an hour later, Gao Deng's whole body was feeling hot and he was sweating slightly. The energy and blood in his body were flowing freely, and even his vents felt a little more comfortable. Every time he inhaled and exhaled, his body was so light that he seemed to be floating.

He put on his training clothes, opened the cave door, and walked to the dining area.

It was still early for morning training, and other teenagers were still immersed in sleep. There were only two chubby cooks in the dining area busy preparing breakfast. One held a steel fork and took out hot croissants from the oven.

It was placed in a bamboo basket on the dining table. Another cut the bacon into many thin slices and put it in an iron pan to fry until it was cooked. The meat was full of fat and fragrant.

There are also several large buckets of honey water, a bottle of bright red blood plasma, a bowl of garlic sausage, a large bowl of oatmeal mixed with raisins, and a basket of salted bird eggs. The eggs are large, like falcon eggs, gray and white.

The eggshell is covered with small round blue spots.

Gordon sat down at the dining table, and the two cooks glanced at him indifferently, still minding their own business, as if they hadn't seen him at all. But Gordon still felt that they were peeping at him, under their soft eyelids.

From time to time, it casts a sharp light.

There are dozens of such handymen in the entire base. They are the all-pervasive eyes of the Blood Prison Society, keeping a close eye on the new teenagers, secretly observing their every move, and reporting any abnormal behaviors.

In addition, there are about a hundred practitioners of the Blood Prison Society who are responsible for security, vigilance, and patrolling. And this is only the number of people Gordon sees on the surface. It is extremely difficult to cause trouble in the base.

Gordon picked up the bottle of plasma and drank it in one gulp. Plasma is the heart blood of ferocious beasts. It smells fishy and is sour and hard to swallow, but it is a good thing for replenishing qi and blood. Only one bottle of plasma is limited to each breakfast. First of all,

Come first served. Gordon was always the first to come, taking advantage of this biggest advantage.

He put down the empty bottle, picked up a bird egg, cracked open the shell, and sucked in the half-cooked egg slurry inside. The bird egg tasted very fragrant and melted in the mouth, leaving a trace of sweet smell along the throat.

In terms of food, the Blood Hell Society is not demanding. Meals, fruits, fish and meat are freely available, and they are all foods that can replenish energy and calm the mind. To Gordon, this is just a rough mass product, but to most of the child slaves who were born in poverty,

The temptation of the rich and delicious feast in the Blood Prison is irresistible. Moreover, Silver Fox said that once you become an assassin, earning gold coins is as easy as drinking water. Who would be willing to leave?

In this way, after a few years of hard work, the Blood Prison Society will be able to tame the teenagers into loyal lackeys. Gordon crushed the eggshells in his hands. These teenagers are all his enemies and should be killed.

He ate five more bird eggs, six garlic sausages, three croissants filled with bacon, a plate of cereal mixed with raisins and half a jar of honey water. Although he ate a lot and ate quickly, his eating movements were still gentle.

Since Xiwei Shu entered the new stage of Feng Kong, Gao Deng's food intake has increased day by day, even surpassing the big stomach king Artai. However, his weight has not increased, and the energy of the food seems to have been swallowed up by Xiwei Shu.

At five o'clock sharp, Gordon finished his meal and rushed to the training ground.

The stipulated time for training is six o'clock in the morning. At this time, the training ground of Nuo University is quiet and deserted. Walking under the towering sand wall, Gordon looks particularly thin, but his quiet steps have an extraordinary momentum, as if he is walking slowly.

A ferocious beast that enters the territory.

Sand walls crisscross each other, dividing the training ground into grid-like areas. The smallest grid area covers an area of ​​one thousand meters, and the largest one is tens of thousands of square meters. The terrain, facilities, and equipment of each area have their own characteristics and are targeted at

Training goals and difficulty are also different.

Gordon walked into a grid area covered with sand, stood quietly for a moment, and slowly relaxed.

He was always the earliest to come to the daily martial arts training and practiced the hardest, like a silent piece of iron that was repeatedly fired and refined in the furnace. Even during the prescribed rest time, he was immersed in training, unlike other teenagers.

Chatting and playing like that.

Gordon was used to this ascetic life. Only by tightening the wire could he strangle his throat.

He spread his arms, lowered his shoulders, held his chest, slumped his waist, exerted a little force with his left foot, straightened his body and jumped out, practicing a "bird attack".

Bird Strike is a basic martial art for assassins taught by the Blood Hell Society. It can be performed with bare hands or with the help of short weapons such as daggers and shurikens. It is divided into Cat Pounce, Rat Drill, Fish Flip, Rabbit Tread, and Wolf Thrust.

The seven parts of snake walking and eagle flying imply various methods of energy movement such as stabbing, cutting, hooking, wiping, shaking, and wrapping. The style is tricky, flexible, weird and changeable.

Although this set of martial arts is not a profound secret book, the techniques are detailed and complex and can be broken down into 490 most basic martial arts movements, fully covering various basic body movements. In terms of solid foundation, it is far more than

General martial arts.

Sometimes like a civet flapping at a butterfly, sometimes like a fish leaping into the waves, Gao Deng moved his body, swam and jumped, and took the trouble to attack the birds over and over again. Every movement was extremely precise, like a copy of a textbook.

There is no deviation in the angle and position, and the timing of the shot is also just right.

Snake! Gordon suddenly fell forward, his waist and abdomen twisted and swam against the sand, and his palms were like snake cores. When he reached the peak of practice, his muscles, bones, tendons, and blood vessels swelled rapidly, giving birth to tiny particles.

Tiny source particles. These source particles are constantly generated and dissolved, strengthening the physical body over and over again. The more advanced the martial arts, the more source particles are generated, and the faster the quality of the physical body is improved.

Once the bird's attack reaches the perfect state, the source particles will condense and not disperse, gathering under the heart to form the source force.

The source power marks the practitioner's formal transition from the status of an apprentice to the black lead level, becoming a being beyond ordinary people. The source power is similar to soil, nourishing the magic life tree, causing it to grow roots, branches and leaves, and even bear magical effects.

Devil's Life Fruit. The greater the cultivator's source power, the more vitality the Devil's Life Tree will have, the stronger his physique will be, and his lifespan will be extended accordingly.

After twenty times of bird raiding in a row, Gordon was sweating profusely from exhaustion, but his breathing was not short of breath. The wind breathed in and out, and the breath technique penetrated every movement, as if undercurrents were flowing silently under the calm sea.

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From the beginning to the end, Gordon did not go all out and only used half the speed. He would always hide the other half of the speed as a trump card in a life-and-death fight. His father Don Gauss once warned him that a real master will always

Leaving behind a few unknown trump cards.

Eagle soars! Gao Deng leaps high, like a goshawk soaring, with source particles circulating endlessly between his outstretched arms. As he soars into the air, Gao Deng suddenly has an image of the majestic image of a wolf vulture circling the desert, and he imitates it unconsciously: arching his back

He rises like a wolf, his arms flutter like wings, and his legs sweep like a wolf's tail.

The source particles suddenly sensed, and immediately rolled along the legs, back, and arms, like a torrent rushing out of the gate, and finally condensed in the palm of the hand.

"Bang!" Gordon swooped down, his fingers closed together like an eagle's beak, and he thrust forward suddenly, pecking the ground. The sand flew with a sound, and when his fingers were inserted into the ground, a deep small sand pit was dented.

Gordon pulled out his palm from the sand pit and looked at the swirling dust all around. With this blow, he had a sudden idea and imitated the swooping posture of a wolf vulture, which actually caused the source particles to temporarily penetrate into a stream, exceeding the original power of the eagle.

.It’s just that this attack is still not perfect, because although the wolf vulture is powerful, it is silent when it hits the ground, and its momentum is completely restrained. Only when the sand and dust are not raised, and the power is not leaked at all, can I truly understand the charm of the wolf vulture.

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While Gordon was thinking, he dusted himself off and prepared to rush to another training ground.


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