The golden high-level task hangs high at the front of all his task lists, showing its uniqueness.
The progress of the list is still at a mere one percent, and subsequent progress will probably require countless time and energy.
But Lin Wei is still young, and they still have a lot of time to train him.
With this lesson in mind, Lin Ming began to think about the future of several other children.
He lives in a pleasant atmosphere and hopes to provide such an atmosphere for his children.
But that doesn't mean he wants to waste this child's talent.
The system once said that several of his children will be among the best in the future.
It should not be done if the child's future changes due to his over-indulging.
Maybe he should have observed their hobbies early and planned their future direction.
In a certain field, it is not easy to reach the top. Even if you have talent, you still have to put in unimaginable efforts.
Setting goals for children and letting them start from a young age and gradually move toward the future step by step is undoubtedly the most time-saving and labor-saving method.
After briefly leaving the secret training base to say goodbye to his children, Lin Ming returned to this dark place.
In addition to training his subordinates, he himself is also undergoing special training.
The system's previous forced recall of "Five Animals" set off a warning in his mind.
Later, during his confrontation with the people on Long Island, Tai Chi, which usually did not attract anyone's attention, gave him a surprise and undoubtedly brought him some inspiration.
Long Xia has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are countless martial arts models.
He does not have to rely on the secrets produced by the system to practice, traditional martial arts can also bring him surprises.
Moreover, Xie Daoyan's elegant flute sword impressed him last time, and he also came up with the idea of learning traditional cold weapons.
Among the traditional cold weapons, the sword is the ancestor of all weapons, unpredictable, the knife is strong and powerful, with infinite momentum, and the gun is the king of all weapons, with invincible practicality. Each of them is worthy of his careful study.
During the research process, he also discovered a very wonderful thing. These traditional cold weapons were very suitable for his breathing method.
The two imposed together have the effect of 112.
In the secret base, on a stage made entirely of the hardest rock, Lin Ming stood alone with his sword in hand.
Opposite him stood a whole team eager to try.
"Boss, please don't hold back later!"
"Hahahaha, I don't believe that a group of us can't contain the boss alone."
"You can't beat them with a beating, but you can't attack them with a sneak attack!"
Lin Ming listened to their busy discussion, smiled confidently, and gently flicked the sword in his hand.
"You guys come together, and if you win, you can choose whatever reward you want later."
Lin Ming's generous reward undoubtedly ignited the passion of his opponents.
"Hahahaha! Boss, you said this. We can choose whatever reward we want when the time comes, and we are not allowed to go back on it!"
"Since the boss has said so, we can't be polite. Brothers, don't forget how the boss tortured and killed us before. We have to pay it back properly!"
These people are all people whose physical fitness has improved significantly after practicing Wu Qin Xi recently.
Lin Ming's competition with them was not only a test for them, but also a test for himself.
"In that case, let's get started."
The battle is about to break out.
From a visual point of view, one person is obviously at a disadvantage against a group of people, but Lin Ming's momentum does not give in at all.
He stands here like a needle in the sea, making people firmly believe that he will win.
"I'm sorry, boss, I came first!"
A man clenched his hands and quickly rushed up from the side. His steps were very rhythmic, as if he was dancing to some drum beats, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, confusing people's eyes.
Lin Ming watched him approach him and laughed lazily.
"good!"
"Boss, don't take it lightly!"
The man is approaching!
Lin Ming held the sword in his hands, standing side by side. Suddenly, the sword in his right hand was switched to his left hand, and he stopped him with a simple horizontal stroke. He didn't know when he walked around in front of the man on his left.
"Your footwork is good, but you're still too young to confuse me!"
Lin Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled, grabbed the person he found and threw him directly into the ring.
The confrontation between the two people was completed in just a few seconds. When the others saw that the Vanguard Army was eliminated in less than three seconds, they rushed up. The entire arena changed from quiet to noisy. Under the arena,
A group of spectators also started shouting fiercely.
"Come on, charge on, defeat the boss!"
"Boss, don't look good on them, beat them down one by one and make them go crazy!"
Bang bang bang!
The sounds of physical collisions in the arena were endless, but most of them were collisions between teams. No one could get within one foot of Lin Ming's body.
The shining iron sword in his hand was danced like a tiger.
The cold light brought by the iron sword was like a stream of autumn water, extremely gentle and extremely cold.
The breathing method that Lin Ming mastered controlled the rhythm of every muscle in his body, allowing his muscles to fit perfectly with every movement he made.
His movements seemed to be wide open and wide, but in fact he only used a small part of his strength.
Compared with those opponents who attack with all their strength, he saves a lot of effort.
So much so that when a group of people standing opposite him collapsed on the ring from exhaustion, he was still standing in the middle full of energy, holding a sword in his hand like a god of war.
"No more playing, no more boss, he is too strong, we give up!"
"It doesn't matter, you go down and bring up another team."
Lin Ming was very determined today and wanted to get through everything one by one.
Some of the spectators who were originally standing under the ring took off their clothes and jumped directly onto the platform, while others climbed up with the firearms they had prepared.
They had been looking forward to defeating Lin Ming for a long time, so they didn't care whether they were taking advantage of others' danger!
"Since you are the boss, we won't be polite!"
Next, the changes in the arena were even more varied. In addition to the most primitive boxing and kicking skills, all kinds of hidden weapons and firearms were used.
But in fact, they still failed to defeat Lin Ming.
The moment they saw that person standing in the center of the ring, he left an invincible impression on them.
After a hearty match, Lin Ming picked up his sword and got off the ring.
The high-tech synthetic iron sword was already covered with pits and pits. In fact, if Lin Ming hadn't injected his own force into the sword in the ring, the sword would have been broken long ago.
He sighed softly.
There are still too few useful weapons.
Although Dragon Fang is powerful, it is a short sword after all, and its attack range is limited. Sneak attacks are okay. If it is a large-scale group battle, he prefers a gun.
Lin Ming was thinking about when he could get a gun that suited his aesthetics and practicality.