Garen slapped Jamie on the shoulder, sending him flying and rolling out, and he fell heavily on the grass not far away.
"Too weak."
He shook his head and glanced at the five people lying on the ground in front of him.
“Is this how much progress can be made in one week?”
The disappointment on his face was palpable.
It's so scary....
Quentin tried his best to support himself to stand up, but his legs kept shaking as if they were cramping.
The figure standing in the center of the field is like a demon, invincible at all!
They didn't know how many times they killed him, but each time the result was the same. Pain and convulsive trembling became synonymous with Gallon's image.
Even Dam, who was the most numb, lowered his head and did not dare to look into Garen's eyes.
"You think this is training?" Garen's voice came over. "Of course, this is indeed training, but I hope you will attack me with the intention of killing me."
"It's just normal training, is it necessary to do this?" Hossiman asked while lying on his back. His clothes were wet with sweat, and his muscles were slightly bulging. He was no longer the weak image he had been some time ago, only
The glasses he wears still retain a trace of elegance.
"There is no way..." Garen spread his hands, "Because you are too weak, so weak that I don't even have the strength to do anything..."
There was a sense of natural complaint in his tone, and for some reason, the other people felt the urge to hit someone.
"This will strengthen you a little bit, I think..."
Garon buttoned several buttons on his black shirt.
"Forget it. Just stop here today and don't bother me if you have nothing to do."
"Now that you said so." Dam suddenly said, his voice made Garen stop. "Then what about this!!?"
A black pistol suddenly appeared in his hand. He pointed it straight at Garen, and his voice suddenly became louder and louder.
Suddenly, several exclamations of surprise were heard from the four people around him.
"Dam, what are you doing!!? Put down the gun!" Quentin shouted sharply.
Hoseman pushed up his glasses and said nothing.
To be honest, the five of them actually regard Garen as their teacher and master, and the five of them also regard each other as brothers.
He also had some understanding of Dam's psychology. It wasn't much of a surprise.
The rest, Jamie and Lalan, are another closely related group. The five of them are divided into three circles, Jamie and Lalan. He, Horseman and Dam, and Quentin are actually alone. Three
This circle is actually connected with Quentin as a link.
No one knows Damn better than he does...
Hossiman looked at Galen with a hint of expectation and scrutiny.
"What would you do?"
"How are you going to deal with firearms? Firearms and cannons are the themes of this era that you yourself advocate..." Damm's face was a little pale due to training, and a slight smile appeared. "You can't blame me. It was you who said you wanted us to hug you.
I want to kill you! In this case, this method is also acceptable, right?"
Garen suddenly let out a chuckle. He turned around, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Dam with a contemptuous look he had never seen before.
"It's a bit interesting..."
He pointed at his forehead.
"Here, shoot here. Don't worry, shoot."
The look that seemed to be looking at the struggling insect under his feet immediately angered Dam, and the evil smile on his face suddenly turned gloomy.
"You think I don't dare?"
"Do you dare?" The corners of Garen's lips raised slightly. "Do you... dare?" He said word by word.
Bang!!
There was a gunshot.
Almost at the same time, Garen's figure appeared in front of Dam and kicked him hard in the waist and abdomen.
vomit!
Dam rolled his eyes in pain, blood and vomit spurted out of his mouth. The pistol fell from his hand and fell to the side. His whole body was like a curled up shrimp. He was kicked up and hit hard.
On the wall not far away.
Garen walked over and grabbed his hair, lifting it up.
"How do you feel?" he asked with a smile.
"Very... very good..." Dam weakly squeezed out a few words, trying to put on a smile with his mouth full of blood.
"Don't move!" A voice sounded from behind Garen.
It's Hoseman!
He was holding a sharp knife in his hand, which was pressed firmly against Garen's lower back.
"I acted with the intention of killing you! This is what you said." Hossiman held a sharp knife in his hand, but sweat was pouring from his forehead.
He hadn't noticed anything from a distance just now, but now that he was in close contact, he could clearly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from Garen's body.
The shadow of being beaten these days and the fear in his heart constantly stimulated his nerves, urging him to stay away quickly! Stay away from this invincible man.
"I won't give in so easily!" Hossiman's heart was constantly roaring to himself.
"Hossiman?" Garen threw Dam away with one hand and turned around, not caring about the sharp knife at his waist. "You have made great progress by being able to attack behind me silently."
Although he has suppressed his physical fitness and abilities to the same level as these people, his own state of being the King of the Century cannot be changed. This state of mind makes the use and understanding of various secret martial arts far beyond that of ordinary people.
Under such circumstances, Hoseman's ability to conceal himself and come behind him can be considered a huge improvement.
"Stab it." Garen moved his left hand up and pressed it on his chest, "Stab it here."
A smile appeared on his face.
"Do you dare?" The same words were said to Damm just now, and now they were said to Hossiman.
call....
An invisible breeze blew from a distance and swept across the grass, making the cold sweat all over Hossiman's body become even colder.
"I'll stand here." Garen stared at him calmly, "Just stab him down. The weak have no right to hesitate."
The sharp knife is trembling.
The sweat on Hosiman's body was almost completely soaked through his clothes.
He lowered his head and did not dare to look into Garen's eyes. He could feel his hands shaking and feeling afraid.
Ahhhhhh!!!!!
In an instant, the sharp knife stabbed forward fiercely.
Hossiman yelled crazily, the veins on his face bulged, and he almost used all his strength to stab them out.
Boom!
There was deathly silence on the grass.
The five people stared at Garen's right hand with dull expressions. No one believed that this could be true.
The sharp knife was actually broken!
At the moment when Hossiman thrust forward with all his strength, Gallon flexed his fingers and lightly touched the sharp knife with his gloved right hand, causing the blade to break instantly.
Everything happens in an instant.
Bang!
Hossiman was instantly slapped on his right arm. He rolled like an acrobat and jumped into the air. He just happened to land next to Dam not far away.
Both of them were covered in scars, this time it was not the injuries on their hands like before, but real internal injuries.
There is no holding back. The power of Garen's attack is not just the intensity of training.
So the two of them were really seriously injured.
The whole body was broken, with traces of fractures and bruises everywhere, and bursts of cramping pain in the internal organs. Both of them could not help but bite their lower lips to prevent them from screaming in pain.
Gallon grinned and glanced at the other three people. Quentin Jamie and Lalan, the three of them were completely unaware of such a rapid change of pace. At this time, they were still looking at Gallon blankly.
"That's it for today. But at least I'm a little enlightened, not bad." He left the grassland with a few words and strode away.
This is the backside of an abandoned old garden. The originally neat grass has been turned into a mess. The walls on the side are full of potholes and cement blocks are still falling.
After Galen left, the few of them didn't move for a long time.
A group of medical staff rushed in very skillfully. They began to check everyone's body in a familiar manner, collect data, provide recovery energy drinks, and treat injuries.
"The injuries are very serious!" After a doctor examined the bodies of Hoseman and Dam, his brows suddenly furrowed. "Internal bleeding, multiple comminuted fractures, abnormally high blood pressure, and too fast heart rate... No way.
!Inject antihypertensive sedatives immediately!”
"There are preparations here!"
"Send to the General Hospital immediately! Quick, quick, quick!!"
A group of people hurriedly pushed the two people away quickly.
"The president didn't hold back this time..." Quentin sat down on the grass and let out a deep breath.
"Do you feel that Hosiman and Dam are going crazy?" Jamie followed and sat next to her, with a wry smile on his face. "Especially Hosiman, his changes make me more and more wary, a bit more and more.
It looks more like the president, but it’s a little different. I don’t know if I feel wrong.”
"He and Dam are getting stronger and stronger. You feel right." Lalan stood on the side and said solemnly. "I don't know what the president's intention is to train us like this, but I know,
Damm and Hoseman may be close to the expectation expected by the president..."
Jamie and Quentin glanced at Lalan. This red-haired girl had begun to grow her hair at this time. She didn't know when she had a sharp and decisive heroic spirit. Especially between her eyebrows, there was an aggression that people couldn't face.
The feeling, the feeling of direct and piercing gaze, a temperament similar to the feminine part of President Garen, began to gradually show up in her body.
Dam and Hosiman, two companions they were familiar with before, as well as Lalan, are now gradually becoming strangers. The unknown mysterious and dangerous aura is revealed in them day by day. Everything makes Kun
Ting and Jamie feel more and more strange.
Not just this world, but also the familiar companions.
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"Quick, quick, quick! Send an ambulance! The patient's heart rate cannot be suppressed at all!"
"Change to Matt Ando!! Pure concentration injection!!"
"No... no! It's useless!"
"Change to Valium!!"
"No, the needle can't go in!" the nurse was about to cry.
Just then.
Hossiman opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes seemed to light up with a white light in the dark night.
Snap!
He took off the oxygen mask from his mouth and sat up directly.
Under the stunned gazes of a circle of doctors and nurses around him, his eyes held a hint of joy, a hint of satisfaction, and a hint of rage hidden deep within.
"Crossing the fear of death... turns out this is what it feels like..." He murmured in a low voice, and the strong muscles all over his body began to tremble and twist spontaneously like running water, swelling and turning black. (To be continued...)