Chapter 196: Only by dying can you become stronger (10,000)
When he saw Tang Feng, Fang Ping looked pained and murmured: "Why is it you again!"
Does Mowu have no mentor?
Why is this big lion everywhere?
There are 20 Mowu instructors who are in the sixth level, right?
A lot of fifth-level realm!
Why is it always the big lion who presides over these things!
Tang Feng seemed to hear him, glanced at him from the corner of his eye, stepped up to the front desk, and said: "This is Mowu, the second special training class established within a year!
For the first time, fight for the glory of Mowu!
The second time, fight for the survival of mankind!"
"In a short period of time, two special training classes were formed, which also set a precedent for the use of magic weapons, which also means that the situation is becoming more critical!"
"I think the students who came to the special training class today know what they will face next."
"Originally, it was not your turn for second-grade warriors to go to the cave, but now, you have to prepare in advance!"
"Family, country, world..." These four words are fluttering. If I hear them on weekdays, I'm afraid I will laugh at them.
But today..."
Tang Feng's tone suddenly became louder, "Today, we can say with confidence that we warriors fight for our family, our country, and the world!"
"Since ancient times, it has been said that the great chivalrous person serves the country and the people!"
"But after thousands of years, only the warriors of these hundreds of years are worthy of these eight words!"
At this moment, Tang Feng was no longer so cold, so serious, so unhuman...
"A warrior who dares to fight must fight!"
"We, the Wushu University martial artists, are never afraid of fighting. This year marks the 50th anniversary since the founding of the Mowu School!
In the past 50 years, Mowu has killed 3 masters, 928 middle-grade warriors, and 512 third-grade warriors!"
"Every year, about 10 third-level students die, and nearly 20 middle-level warriors die. In 15 years, one grandmaster died in battle!"
…
Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, Mowu... had three masters die?
Moreover, so many middle-grade warriors died?
Warriors are not armies.
Any third-grade martial artist is the result of countless resources. He is a proud son of heaven and an outstanding person.
But Mowu, in the past 50 years, has actually killed nearly a thousand middle-grade warriors in battle!
"We, Mowu, have a Heroes' Temple, and the top floor of the school history museum is where the Heroes' Temple is located.
Originally, I wanted to take you to see whether it was worth the sacrifice of our ancestors and peers to shed their blood!
But I thought about it and finally didn’t choose to go to the school history museum.
At this moment, you still don’t understand, you don’t understand yet.
All I see are names that I can’t remember. Listen to me tell you about how they used to be..."
"You are not qualified to know or remember them now!"
"One day, when you think about why you are fighting and who you are fighting for... and you have the answer to all of this, you will know what the Hall of Valor is when you go again!"
"Death in a catacomb is the highest honor for a warrior!"
"We, warriors, can only fight to the death, fight to the death without retreating, and fight to the death without surrender!"
"..."
Tang Feng's words were deafening.
Everyone in Fang Ping was silent.
"So, if you join the special training class today, you should fight to the death and have no intention of repaying life!
Can you do it?"
"able!"
Someone yelled, but Tang Feng sneered and said lightly: "Maybe."
Do students today really understand?
They don't understand!
I swear today that I will fight to the death and I will not fight back until I die!
However, after actually entering the cave and witnessing the war, how many people would not feel cowardly? Do humans really have a future?
In Tang Feng's opinion, the previous competitions and tasks were really just child's play.
Without saying anything else, Tang Feng looked slightly tired, not physically, but mentally.
"Everyone knows the purpose of the special training class."
"The special training class does not select a squad leader, and does not distinguish between good and bad. However, I hope that in the special training class, we can form an organizational structure, and at least form our own team.
Warriors never exist independently.
You need a group of comrades who can trust you in life and death.
The team of a hundred people was very conspicuous in the cave.
My advice to you is to form a team of less than 10 people.
When a large team is broken up, your respective teams should try to maintain a complete organization. This can increase your chances of survival."
After hearing this, someone immediately asked: "Teacher Tang, do you have to join the team?"
Tang Feng said lightly: "Of course not, the meaning of a team is to trust each other. You were forced to join, but it dragged down the team.
You can act alone...but you must remember that there are enemies everywhere in the cave.
Can you stay awake and alert all the time?
Can you do it and have someone save your life when you are seriously injured?
When you feel that you can live comfortably in the cave alone, it doesn't matter whether you have a team or not.
Grandmasters and powerful men mostly act alone. If they can do it, can you do it?"
The person who asked the question stopped talking, and Tang Feng continued: "The formation of a team does not happen overnight. It does not mean that you have to find someone in your own class. You can find anyone, as long as you think he can survive in the cave, even an ordinary person.
People, too.
Of course, if ordinary people take you into the cave, you are dragging yourself down and seeking death, and we will not stop you.
I suggest that you find some teammates with similar abilities so that you can grow and improve together, so that you can have a long-term relationship and form a tacit understanding."
After talking about the first thing, Tang Feng talked about something else.
"In addition to team selection, before entering the cave, everyone must have a deeper understanding of the cave.
Starting tomorrow, from 7 to 8 pm every night, during this hour, there will be instructors giving lessons about the caves.
Including the geography of the caves, the humanities of the caves, the introduction of the species of creatures in the caves, the valuable items in the caves, the distribution of human strongholds in the caves..."
Fang Ping suddenly said: "Teacher, do humans have a stronghold in the cave?"
Tang Feng felt uncomfortable when he saw this kid. He didn't like such a wily guy and always felt that he would be sold out for a few dollars!
After hearing Fang Ping's question, Tang Feng snorted: "Nonsense, there is no stronghold, how can we put the battlefield on the surface?
There is a human stronghold at every cave entrance!
Even, it’s a city!
Of course, they were also important military towns. Everything was built for war. In order to build these cities, mankind paid countless prices.
However, there are very few such cities. Most of them are military camps where troops are stationed.
There is one army inside and one outside, and the two sides rotate their garrison, so the garrison you usually know is actually two teams."
In the Magic City, there are garrison troops in many places.
If we determine the number of troops based on ground detection, then China's army will be less than half.
Fang Ping curled his lips, "Damn, I'm just asking a question, what are you humming to make your nose look clear?"
Glancing at Zhao Lei on the side... Zhao Lei's face was dark, and he looked at Fang Ping from the corner of his eye, his eyes full of anger, "Try beating me again!"
Without looking at him again, Fang Ping continued: "Is there a sun in that cave?"
Tang Feng frowned and said, "We'll ask you these questions later in class. I'm just introducing you to the next arrangements now!"
This guy talks too much nonsense. Didn’t you listen to me and say that he will give you one hour every night from now on?
"Are there any practical courses?"
"Fang Ping, shut up and listen to me!"
Tang Feng can't stand him. Wait until I finish talking and then ask, will you die?
Tang Feng was a little speechless, drank, and immediately said: "In addition to the one-hour practical courses every day... ahem, cave knowledge explanation courses, the special training class will also organize practical training, including survival training."
"Extreme survival, the kind of survival on a deserted island?" Fang Ping asked again.
"go out!"
Tang Feng couldn't bear it anymore and his nose was so angry that it was on fire.
Fang Ping sighed, I was just trying to test your patience, but it turned out that you are not good at it.
He was sure that the big lion would have no hope of becoming a master in the short term.
This is good, because it means that I can catch up with him and beat him sooner or later.
How can you be a master if you don't have this kind of magnanimity?
With these thoughts in mind, Fang Ping patted Zhao Lei on the shoulder and started to walk out.
Zhao Lei's face was so dark that he couldn't look at it. Tang Feng was a little speechless when he saw this. After a while, he shouted: "Sit down. From now on, no questions are allowed without my permission!"
I am a useless student and was eaten to death by Fang Ping.
Tang Feng couldn't even remember how many times Zhao Lei's face had become swollen in the past few months.
Fang Ping didn't show any pretense and continued to sit down.
Zhao Lei gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Fang Ping, we are not done yet!"
"Haha, if your teacher bullies me again, I'm still not done with you."
"you……"
"No, no, no, I won't talk until you enter the second-grade list."
Zhao Lei was so angry that he stopped saying anything. Fang Ping was right, I have to rely on my strength to speak!
When my strength surpasses Fang Ping, I will beat this bastard into a pig's head in front of the whole school... and keep the image of a pig's head for a year!
Tang Feng's ears were sharp and he heard what the two said.
He glanced at Zhao Lei helplessly, that little bastard is already at the third level. If you reach the peak of the second level, he might be at the third level. It seems that he will have to look at pig heads in the future.
"If you achieve excellent results in the following cave knowledge classes, practical training classes, and survival classes, you will be rewarded with credits.
In addition to the assessment rewards, the special training class will also have a daily reward of 10 credits every day..."
"Teacher, how do I get the reward?"
Fang Ping really couldn't hold it back this time. He was itching to hear the reward now. He really wasn't looking for trouble on purpose.
Tang Feng glared at him, but did not reprimand him this time. He said: "The daily rewards are mainly based on the instructor's opinions on that day's course..."
"Not fair!"
Fang Ping immediately said: "I think this is unfair."
"Then tell me, what do you want?"
"I...I think we can let the students in the class vote every day, and those with more votes will get credits."
Tang Feng glanced at him in surprise, so democratic?
Others were also a little surprised. Fang Ping said that everyone has a chance, so it just depends on popularity.
Whoever is popular has a greater chance of getting the reward.
10 credits per day is not a small amount.
This special training class lasts for at least two months, which means at least 60 days and a reward of 600 credits!
Tang Feng thought about it and felt that it seemed good. Even if someone monopolized such a public election, it would mean that a dominant student would appear in the class, which would be a good thing for the underground war.
As for Fang Ping... Tang Feng felt there was little hope.
"Can."
Fang Ping geared up after hearing this, and Yang Xiaoman, who was sitting in front of him, turned around and whispered: "There's nothing wrong with you, isn't this just giving credits to others for free?
Chen Pengfei and the others have many supporters..."
Fang Ping hummed: "Everything depends on strength. Tomorrow morning, I will go there one by one and have a good talk with them. If you don't choose me, we will see!"
"As long as I recruit 50 people, I will happily accept the more than 600 credits!"
Fang Ping thought about it for a while, and then whispered: "You eight, all have to vote for me, 300 points a month, I will get 200 points, and the rest will be given to you."
"Do you think you can really get it?"
Fu Changding asked in surprise. As for Fang Ping, who was divided among the eight of them, it was only 100 credits in a month. No one had any idea.
They really have to rely on themselves, to be blunt, unless Yang Xiaoman and Chen Yunxi use a honey trap, otherwise they won't even get a single credit.
No matter who you vote for, you will not vote for these freshmen.
"Of course we can get it, it's enough to convince 42 people."
After Fang Ping settled the accounts, he added, "Give me a list of the students in the class later, and mark them for me if they are popular."
42 people, no need to beat everyone up.
Just beat up the souls of a few small teams, that's about it. In fact, the workload is not that big.
Seeing that he was full of confidence, several people stopped talking. Fang Ping could do his best, and everyone could make a little bit of it.
It doesn't matter if you can't do it.
With 9 of them joining forces, sometimes they might not be able to win, but every point counts.
…
Tang Feng didn't care what they thought, and once again gave some instructions about future arrangements.
On the first day, there will be no classes.
When his mouth went dry and Tang Feng was about to leave, Fang Ping suddenly said: "Teacher, won't you give out credits today?"
Tang Feng was stunned for a moment, and Fang Ping said loudly: "This is considered the beginning of class. What you said will not count, right?"
Tang Feng was speechless and said: "Forget it, vote now!"
"Hello everyone, my name is Fang Ping. I have participated in the magic and martial arts exchange competition. I have shed blood for the school and won 10% of Jingwu's resources for the school. Next semester, we will benefit a lot!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was confused. Is this okay?
Fang Ping knew that no one had discussed or reached an agreement on the first day, and the probability of voting being scattered now was extremely high.
I roped in 8 other freshmen, plus myself, with 9 votes in my hand. If I showed my face again, I would almost certainly get the first day's credits.
In addition, you can also find out who is popular and has a high support rate. You can tell by voting. Tomorrow... no, you can come and talk tonight!
Tang Feng didn't care about this, looked at the time and said: "Speed, solve it in three minutes!"
Everyone had no choice but to start voting.
Fang Ping kept mumbling: "My name is Fang Ping, and I shed my blood for Mowu!"
Fu Changding and others have nothing to say. Are you sure you have shed blood?
However, Fang Ping stared at them, and they couldn't help but vote for him. On the first day, they didn't expect to get any credits.
Soon, the voting will end.
Tang Feng got the votes, flipped through them casually, and said: "Fang Ping has 16 votes, first place, and you can get the credits yourself!"
After leaving these words, Tang Feng left directly.
Fang Ping hurriedly stepped forward to get the voting results, ready to go back to take a look and find someone to chat with.
Seeing him busy, Fu Changding sighed: "I knew it was good, he can run faster than anyone else.
Usually if you ask him to say more words, he will feel tired.
This guy...is hopeless."
Chen Yunxi whispered: "It may be related to his family's poverty..."
Fu Changding rolled his eyes, poverty?
I am also poor, can you support me?
Fang Ping is still poor!
How much money did he make just by selling the elixirs!
Forty to fifty million!
In addition to the harvest from the mission, how much Fang Ping has earned in the past six months is at least 50 million. Is this called poverty?
If we are still poor, are there any rich people in Wuhan University?
Without answering, Fu Changding changed the subject and said: "Starting tomorrow, I will officially come into contact with everything in the cave. I am a little excited just thinking about it..."
"You guys chat, I'm going back first."
As he was talking, Fang Ping came back, said hello, and left quickly.
Seeing him leaving in a hurry, Chen Yunxi couldn't help but said: "He... isn't really going to find someone else, is he?"
Several people looked at each other, and then Fu Changding said: "Still stunned, go watch the show!"
Fang Ping will never let such a huge benefit go by, and there is something good to watch now!
Everyone also reacted and followed him one after another. Fang Ping in front had already taken out his wooden box from the locker and quickly walked towards the door of the teaching building with the wooden box in hand.
Look at this posture, I want to block the door!
Fu Changding and others were dumbfounded. There are nearly a hundred people here, and you dare to block it!
This is not a group of non-martialists, nor are they freshmen who have just entered school. They are all second-level warriors. What is this if it is not seeking death?
Tang Songting also murmured: "Is committing suicide popular now?"
Qin Fengqing from the Martial Arts Society seeks death every day and provokes Zhang Yu, who is in the fourth rank.
Fu Changding also wanted to die, but at least he became honest after being beaten once.
It's better now, Fang Ping, who is usually quite down-to-earth, has begun to seek death.
"Is this the true meaning of becoming stronger?"
Tang Songting was pondering, should he seek death before he becomes stronger, or should he seek death before he becomes stronger?
You have to figure out this logical sequence yourself.