"Hey, isn't this the 13th? It's early again today? But it's no use. No matter how hard you practice, you're still a loser!"
“The early bird gets the worm, the early bird on the 13th gets shit!”
Several teenagers surrounded Ge Ying and stormed into the training ground aggressively. Ge Ying's eyes flickered and he didn't speak, letting the teenagers around him curse at Gordon.
During this period, the teenagers formed gangs and formed several gangs. Ge Ying was fierce and shrewd, with outstanding martial arts skills, and became the leader of the group.
"No. 13, get out of here, our boss wants to use this venue!" A short and ugly boy walked up to Gordon and shouted arrogantly.
Gordon glanced at the other party, then at Grid Eagle, and left calmly. He didn't have time to tangle with these rookies. He had to spend his time on the next round of training. What's more, the Cobra family has always been gentle and tolerant before committing evil acts, and showed its strength early.
Teeth are so stupid.
It seems that No. 13 has no confidence, so he retreated. Ge Ying stared straight at Gordon's back, a cold light flashed in his eyes, do you know you are afraid?
After entering the base, Ge Ying relied on his original martial arts foundation and the systematic training of the Blood Prison Society to improve his strength by leaps and bounds, becoming the number one master among everyone. His strength test ranking was second only to Artest, but the martial arts of the barbarian boy
It's very clumsy to use, far inferior to him.
Ge Ying began to be unable to swallow his original tone. He wanted to cause trouble for Gordon, but was afraid that he would not be sure, so he instigated his subordinates to provoke Gordon as a test.
"This coward! He's timid and useless!" The short and ugly boy said flatteringly to Ge Ying, "Boss, he was so scared that he left."
"No. 13 runs very fast, and his escape skills are quite good." The onion-headed boy next to him said sarcastically.
The group laughed loudly. They all looked down on Gordon, probably because on the first day of training, all the teenagers took a strength test. Gordon's muscles were weak, and he ranked tenth from the bottom in the strength test, only better than nine girls.
The child is stronger.
In today's world where martial arts dominate martial arts and the strength of practitioners is judged by strength, Gordon's talent is of course not valued and he has become a weakling in the eyes of young people.
"Boss, if you want to deal with this loser, just leave it to us. But No. 13 and that barbarian with red hair are very close, so I'm afraid they will support this guy." The onion-headed boy rolled his eyes and deliberately said
Saffron, who had a grudge against him, was also involved.
"Then we'll deal with them too!" Others shouted in unison.
"Okay, those ignorant things should be taught a lesson." Ge Ying sneered and clenched his fists, making a crackling sound with his knuckles. On the 13th, I want you to vomit out the three bags of water that were taken away by you with blood on your belt!
Gordon walked into another training ground. There were thousands of dark iron chains hanging here. The iron chains varied in thickness, and a round iron ball was hung at the end of each chain. The largest iron ball was more than two meters in diameter, like a tower.
The smallest ones are about the size of a grain of rice and are almost invisible to the naked eye.
There is a row of weapon racks in the right corner of the field, with daggers, short crossbows, triangular thorns, iron awls, and shurikens, all short weapons commonly used by assassins. Gordon pulled out a lightweight three-pointed sword.
Prismatic, walked towards an iron chain and started practicing stabbing.
There was a small iron ball hanging on the chain he chose, about the size of a walnut. About three meters away from the iron ball, Gordon suddenly accelerated, sprinted, bowed his body, stretched his arms, and with the momentum of a wolf, he aimed the three-sided thorn at the iron ball with all his strength.
spit out.
The thorn was deflected! The iron ball was motionless, and the three-sided thorn passed by the ball and fell into the air.
Gordon retreated, returned to the starting point, and sprinted again.
Different from the big iron balls used to practice strength, all small iron balls are used to practice accuracy. The smaller the iron ball, the more difficult it is to be precise, and it is more difficult to aim while running fast. Strictly speaking, it must be stabbed
The center of the ball is considered qualified.
Gordon's thrust missed again, he stepped back and continued with the next one.
This is the simplest and most boring training. There are not many skills, only repeated hard training. Good eyesight alone is not enough, but the body must learn to aim through countless exercises, turning it into an instinct.
The reason why my father asked a local ruffian to teach Gordon was that he wanted him to develop physical instincts from the most primitive fights. A cultivator with instincts is often faster and can avoid danger at the critical moment, or even arrive early.
Feeling bad luck.
"Let the body grow a pair of eyes." Gordon thought silently in his heart, running, stabbing, and started over and over again.
Except for him, no one else is interested in practicing this project because it is too tiring and boring, and there is almost no effect. But Gordon is different. He is full of crazy enthusiasm for any training. His skin is worn out, and his muscles are sore.
, the swollen blood vessels are boiling: I am alive, I am no longer the cripple sitting in a wheelchair!
"Ding!" The triangular stab hit the iron ball, the iron chain swayed back and forth, and splashed sweat beads fell on the rusty iron chain.
At this time, Gordon heard a series of sharp and piercing sounds, which were the whistles for the training camp. He immediately rushed over. All the teenagers arrived at the training ground on time and quickly lined up in neat lines.
A tall, burly man with a painted face spit out the copper whistle in his mouth, shrugged his bald eyebrows, and scanned the crowd with critical eyes.
He is Hua Bao, the fighting coach at the base. He has fierce eyes, patches of moss on his fleshy face, and his thick lips protrude from his front teeth, making them look big and sharp. He is holding a rolled-up thick whip,
The handle of the whip struck repeatedly on the hairy arm, and the dull sound made everyone stay silent.
"No. 1, your butt is raised so high, do you want me to fuck you?" Hua Leopard suddenly roared, and whipped out his whip, hitting Ge Ying's ass like a black python.
Ge Ying was beaten so hard that he fell forward and his buttocks hurt, but he didn't dare to say a word and quickly got up and adjusted his posture.
"No. 11, are you laughing your ass off? Damn you bastard, you still look at other people, the uncle is talking about you idiot!" Leopard roared again, flicked the whip, and threw it hard at Saffron.
"Pa!" The tip of the whip passed by, tearing his clothes, and a bloody mark was drawn from Saffron's chest. He gritted his teeth in pain, full of longing. The protagonist will always be in trouble at the beginning, and be destroyed by evil forces, but soon
There will be an unexpected adventure.
Leopard's eyes moved to Gordon again. No. 13's posture was impeccable. He couldn't find any fault for a while, so he could only let it go with a cold snort. Leopard was not a pure human being. He had the blood of a leopard spirit and his temperament was also different.
As ferocious as a leopard spirit, lustful, and a little cunning. He was entrusted by Silver Fox to deliberately suppress Grid Eagle, Gordon, Saffron and Tracy. If the four were really undercover, they would inevitably be under heavy pressure.
Show off your horse's feet.
"Today we are training on light body techniques." Hua Bao raised his whip and shouted to everyone, "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Run to the sand pile training field within thirty seconds, and those who are late will be hung up and beaten!"