"Jump! Jump! Jump! Don't stop!" The sand pile training ground was filled with the leopard's rude roar.
On the rows of sand piles scattered at different heights, the teenagers had small sandbags tied to their legs, jumping up and down, and running quickly. Above the sand piles, vines with sharp thorns swayed back and forth, like swinging vines.
His long arms blocked everyone's path. They had to move quickly while avoiding the interference of vines.
The leopard swung his whip and stared fiercely. From time to time, he would whip out a few whips to train everyone's adaptability. Some people barely avoided it, and some were knocked down by sand piles. They endured the pain and got up.
Run again from the beginning.
Every young man is like a taut string, training with all his strength and cherishing this hard-won opportunity. In human society, martial arts are precious resources and are controlled by noble families and various forces. Even in martial arts schools that teach skills publicly,
The price is also horrifyingly high, and ordinary people simply cannot afford the expensive tuition.
"No. 1, tell me, what is an assassin?" Hua Bao suddenly asked.
"Assassins are tools for killing people." Ge Ying answered while leaping into the air before the vines got close, and landed on another sand pile.
Hua Bao said with a ferocious smile: "Yes, you must keep in mind that we are killing tools! Only by not treating ourselves as human beings can assassins exert their deadly power. No. 11, whatever you are looking at, it is you, the level of a cultivator
How to divide it?”
"Assassins ignore the level of cultivators. To assassins, all levels are scum. You told us on the first day of the training." Saffron was busy answering, accidentally tripping on her left foot.
Shaking to the right, he almost fell off the sand pile.
The corners of Hua Bao's mouth twitched: "Damn it, sir, did you say that? Also, I asked you about your level as a cultivator, not how you are as an assassin!"
"Assassins are also practitioners."
"You idiot, why do you answer wrong questions every time! Are you entertaining me?" The leopard roared and picked up the whip to lash out.
Saffron lowered her head suddenly, dodged a thorn vine that was coming towards her, and answered quickly like a barrage of cannons: "The levels of cultivators from low to high are black lead, gray tin, hematite, bronze, and silver.
, gold level, platinum level, diamond level eight levels. There are also ferocious beasts, weapons, and treasures. According to these eight levels, they are also divided into black lead level, gray tin level, hematite level, and bronze level????
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The occupations of cultivators include martial knights, assassins, hunters, rangers, etc. The occupations of non-cultivators include alchemists, wandering entertainers, teachers, stonemasons, blacksmiths, farmers, fishermen, and cart drivers??????
Sir, I have a question, if a person is both a wandering artist and an assassin, is he a cultivator or a non-cultivator?"
"That's enough, idiot, shut up!" Hua Bao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Old Silver Fox was right. No. 11 is indeed quite abnormal. How did this kind of miscellaneous fish get into the Blood Hell Society's team?
You are the idiot! If it weren't for cheating to delay time, who would want to talk nonsense with a villain like you? Saffron secretly stuffed the cheat sheet into her sleeve, and she seemed to have read too much just now.
"No. 13, let's talk about martial arts and psychic skills!" Hua Bao cast his eyes on Gordon, who was moving nimbly on the sand pile, and whipped him away.
Gordon did a volley and dodged the whip. Then he stood sideways and a thorn vine swung from his back.
"The essence of martial arts is to continuously evolve the physical body through the cultivation of source power, strengthen the magic life tree, and use various moves and techniques to enable practitioners to defeat the weak and the strong."
"However, due to physical limitations, the growth of source power will one day stagnate, and the evolution of the physical body will face its limit sooner or later. Breaking through the limit will only leave many hidden wounds in the body, causing damage to the Demonic Life Tree. Therefore, psychic skills are needed.
And was born.”
"The essence of psychic skills is to bypass the original source of power and find another way. Psychic skills evolve the physical body through spiritual cultivation, thereby breaking through the limits of the human body. No matter what level of practitioner, as long as the mental power is pure enough, they can
Spiritual veins evolve martial arts into psychic skills." Gordon was still jumping like flying as he spoke. Although his speed was suppressed by half, he was still several meters behind the others.
"Psychic skills are derived from martial arts, but they are stronger and more magical. Once a cultivator evolves psychic skills, the magic life tree will undergo subtle changes, and the physical fitness will be comprehensively improved, surpassing practitioners of the same level, and the strength of the source power
It is no longer the only factor that determines victory or defeat.”
"The first step in the evolution of martial arts is for the cultivator to open up the spiritual sea through visualization. The second step is to use the spiritual sea to condense a spiritual seed - the spiritual seed. The third step is to enter the other world through the spiritual seed and swallow the reflection.
Life. The last step is to refine the anti-life into one's own spiritual veins. The martial arts using the spiritual veins have various miraculous effects of anti-life and become psychic skills."
Gordon sometimes squatted and sometimes jumped. Once he failed to jump safely, his limbs would subtly rise and fall like breathing, adjusting his balance in an instant. He was the first to complete a hundred rounds of sand piles without rest, and then turned back to continue training.
"Boss, No. 13 is very popular today!" The onion-headed boy looked at Gordon, leaned forward and whispered to Grid Eagle.
"Then let's make him make a fool of himself." A sharp light flashed in Ge Ying's eyes.
The short and ugly boy in front yelled: "It's just running away fast, it's useless! During the strength training the day before yesterday, this loser couldn't even lift a fifty-pound barbell." He was just talking when a thorn vine suddenly hit his shoulder.
, screaming in pain and falling off the sand pile.
"No. 13 is right. Whether it is martial arts or psychic skills, it is ultimately for the evolution of the physical body." Hua Bao said with a straight face, looking away from Gordon. No. 13 is a born assassin, although his strength is not as good.
, but they practice hard, have superb understanding, and their body coordination and balance are top-notch. Unfortunately, this group of newcomers is unlucky, and they are just in time for the Blood Hell Society to conduct a top-secret experiment.
These people can only be reduced to experimental subjects. Once the experiment fails, they will become completely crazy; if they succeed by luck, who knows what they will become?
"To condense spiritual seeds, you not only need to be born with pure spiritual power, but also rely on the secret method of visualization. That secret method is treasured by the top dignitaries in various fields. Do you have a chance to get it?"
He opened his mouth and looked around at everyone, "Why, have you all turned into obedient babies who accept their fate? Don't you feel unwilling to do so?"
After a moment, Hua Bao showed a strange smile on his face: "There will be a special ritual in the Blood Prison, which can also allow you to break the limits of the physical body and have power similar to psychic skills."
After hearing Hua Bao's words, everyone stopped and was stunned for a moment. Immediately, a wave of cheers erupted on the training ground.
Young people have never had the extravagant expectation that they can have powers such as psychic skills. Whether in a prosperous capital or a remote rural area, psychic skills are rumored to be magical and mysterious. Any practitioner who has evolved psychic skills,
Power, wealth, and status are at your fingertips.
We are going to become masters! The teenagers were caught up in great excitement. Looking at the encouraging figures around them, Gordon's heart couldn't help but sink, and he had a bad premonition.
If only one ritual could break through the limits of the physical body, then the Blood Hell Society would have taken control of the world long ago.
Can mercury be refined to be the same as gold? Gordon read about a famous experiment in alchemy. A piece of mercury that was forcibly refined into gold developed cracks soon after it came out of the furnace and exploded a few months later.
If you insist on developing powers such as psychic skills, the price you pay must be unimaginable.
During the following training, Gordon kept thinking about this matter, so that his movements deformed and he was whipped hard by Leopard. He immediately became alert and forced himself to concentrate on training. For assassins, anxiety is a negative thing that must be given up.
Emotions, because they are useless.
Subsequently, the teenagers conducted rope bridge training, long pole climbing training, rock climbing and wall climbing training, and barbed wire crossing training. By the time they arrived at the last training ground, Gordon's mood had completely calmed down.
This place is a fighting sparring ground, built into three passages: in the first passage there are many puppets sewn from sandbags, in the second passage there are puppets carved from hardwood, and in the other passage the puppets are all made of iron.
.All dolls are the same size as real people, controlled by agencies, and can perform various martial arts moves.
"The heart is like stone, and the calmness is like stone. As an assassin, you must always keep a calm heart! You must be calm before, during, and after killing. You must not be swayed by emotions." Hua Leopard patrolled the whole place, whipping his whip from time to time.
Fall on the teenagers and correct their wrong postures.
Everyone was sweating profusely, using various bird-attacking techniques and fighting hard with the sandbag puppets. The banging sounds were endless. And every few minutes, colorful bubble balls and raindrops would spray out from the wall holes on both sides of the passage.
Cover the surrounding area and train everyone's dodge skills.
"The body is like fire, and the movement is like fire. Once the assassination begins, it must be as fast and fierce as fire. The time left for the assassin is often only a few seconds." Hua Bao punched a sandbag puppet and exploded the sand.
Scattered and splashed.
Gordon and the puppet fought together, but his strength was obviously insufficient. He hit the sandbag puppet and it didn't move at all. Grid Eagle saw it from a distance, and sneered in his heart again, and the last trace of fear towards Gordon disappeared.
He knocked down three or four puppets in a row, and slowly approached Gordon. "Listen, bastard, your good days are over!" Grid Eagle jumped out in a demonstrative manner, punching the sandbag puppet next to Gordon.
The force was everywhere, and the puppet was knocked forward and backward, with fist marks dented on his body.
Gordon glanced at Ge Ying and ignored him. If he strained his muscles, he could kill the opponent with one blow at full speed. What's more, in this bird attack, Ge Ying only wanted to be ruthless, but lost the essence of weirdness and agility.
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Ge Ying thought Gordon was scared, so he became more and more aggressive: "Little bastard, don't you dare to fight so hard? Why don't you even dare to fart?"
Gordon said calmly: "If you dare, then try farting."
Ge Ying pushed the puppet away, faced Gordon face to face, and shouted sternly: "Asshole, I'm going to tear your dog's mouth apart!" He glanced at the leopard in the distance, raised his fist, and was ready to move.
"Puff, puff, puff!" The wall hole mechanism was activated at the right time, and the bubble balls flew into the air. Grid Eagle didn't even dodge, he raised his arms and swept a dozen or so incoming bubble balls towards Gordon.
Gordon stepped back behind the puppet first, and the bubble ball hit the puppet with a crackling sound.
"Cowardly bastard, can you only hide?" Grid Eagle shouted, kicking the puppet over and about to rush towards Gordon.
"What, he's looking for trouble?" Artest rushed over and stood in front of Gordon.
Ge Ying waved his hand disdainfully: "Barbarian, you have nothing to do here, go away."
Artest never gave in: "If you want to fight, then fight. If not, get out."
At this time, Saffron, Freckles, and Tracey came over after hearing the sound, and the onion-headed boy and several strong guys also gathered around Grid Eagle.