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The two children in the first group were evenly matched, both only about six years old, which made Jaco look embarrassed. None of them used their daggers, and they relied solely on physical strength to collide. Jaco looked at it for a while and knew that his physical strength was not strong enough, and he was no match for these two six-year-old children. Even though he has been training here for five years, his physique is already extremely strong compared to the ordinary children outside, but he still can't look good enough when facing these muscular little guys. The only thing he has a little confidence in is his divine sense. The Divine Consciousness can rely on its own power to attack, but if he has no power at all, then no matter how powerful the Divine Consciousness is, it will only make him intelligent in his ears and eyes.

The first group soon decided the winner, and the winning boy smashed the other boy's abdomen into a large pit with one fist, causing the opponent to vomit a mouthful of blood and completely faint.

Pace raised his hand to signal the soldiers to drag the unconscious or dead losers down, and then beckoned, "Next group." ”

There is a girl in the second group. Jaco had long discovered that the girls who could survive here were extremely fierce, even more powerful than the average boy. The weak girls have long been eliminated, and the remaining ones know their weaknesses and will desperately strengthen their strength. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the girl to stab the dagger into the other party's heart. This ruthless method made Jaco's heart cold.

After more than a dozen sets of battles, Giacco heard his name.

"Group Seventeen, Jaco, Monroe."

Monroe quickly jumped on stage. He already had the dagger in his hand. Jaco also jumped on stage. He is about the same strength as Monroe, and if Monroe chooses to use a dagger, he can only choose to use a dagger. This at least reassured him a little - his strength was much weaker with his bare hands.

Jaco held the dagger in the palm of his hand, and when Pace nodded his head, he slammed into the preemptive strike!

Monroe seemed to be taken aback by Jaco's sudden speed of action, and he quickly jumped back, narrowly avoiding Jaco's slash, but his clothes were still cut open. He hurriedly stepped back and immediately prepared the way to attack, the dagger coming up from under Giako's body and stabbing him in the jaw.

Feeling the danger, Jaco hurriedly turned sideways, a pain in his jaw, and a blood line was pulled out. It's a small injury. Despite the pain of the small wound, Giako's face remained unchanged, and he rolled on the ground, stabbing Monroe in the thigh with a knife in exchange for an injury!

His on-the-spot performance was significantly different from the cowardly imp before, which made Pace can't help but look at him more. But his lack of muscles and poor technique kept Pace from giving him much of a good rating.

At the same time as Jaco's knife went down, he was also slashed on the arm. Blood gushed out, and the pain made Jaco's face immediately turn white, and he looked even more miserable than Monroe's condition with his legs open. Monroe immediately tightened the bleeding area of his thigh and punched Jaco in the abdomen. Jaco took two steps back and didn't let the punch hit him. Now his advantage was obvious, Monroe's leg was scratched, much more troublesome than his hand was cut, but Jaco knew that the blow was a quick and accurate cut with the help of his divine sense. Giacco stopped fighting and began to run around the field. All he had to do was wait for Monroe's blood to settle and he couldn't hold it anymore. For Jaco's shameless approach, many people booed below, but many more were expressionless. Snaketails don't care what your killing methods are, they only care about the outcome.

After Jaco circled dozens of times, Monroe still didn't fall. 666 shouted beside Jaco, "He can slow down the flow of blood! Jaco didn't dodge anymore and rushed straight up. Monroe saw the opportunity coming, and a twinkle flashed in his eyes. He clenched his dagger, half-crouched down, and before Giako approached, he whispered, "Kill me, the family won't let you go!" ”

Jako's heart jumped, knowing that this was a threat and a warning to him, but Jako's eyes narrowed as if he hadn't heard, and his divine sense pushed all the soul power in his body, beating inside him like a wave.

Seeing Jaco rushing straight at him regardless of it, it seemed that he was going to slash him directly into the heart, Monroe's face also appeared with a fierce look, he steadied his horse and spat out a mouthful of blood. Monroe spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, but a large amount of soul power flashed out of his body. Giacco immediately understood that this was a special exercise. There are not a few aristocratic families who have their own exercises, and a poor commoner like him can only rely on the basic exercises given by the snake tail to practice.

Now that the arrow is on the line, even if Jaco faces another exercise, he can't change the momentum. He just tilted his sword slightly, and then he saw Monroe's hands bloom into a flower composed entirely of soul power! Jako's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he suddenly urged his soul power to speed up, and before the flower could fully take shape, he rushed forward and slashed it apart!

Monroe didn't expect Jaco to dare to rush hard after seeing his own afterlife, he was stunned and only heard the afterlife flower make a shattering sound, and the sharp knife light slanted through the shattered soul power, and slashed into his throat-

Jaco's divine consciousness mobilized all his soul power, surging out along the blade, and in the blink of an eye, it slammed into Monroe's neck!

Monroe's neck exploded, his head flew three meters away, and his body fell. Jaco's head was sprayed with blood, his whole body turned red, and his arms trembled. The spirit power of the Afterlife Flower continued to wander around him, and it was not until Monroe died completely that they dissipated.

Giaco was covered in wounds, and he didn't sit down until he was declared victorious. Then one soldier picked him up, and another soldier went to pick up Monroe's head and body.

Seeing Giako's little face still in a daze, the soldier who was carrying him said, "Good job, little ghost." ”

Jaco came back to his senses, nodded despite the magnified pain on his body, and recited a long Buddha name. If Monroe hadn't threatened him, he wouldn't have made up his mind to kill him. When he saw the Death Flower, he knew that the other party had already started to kill. Jaco hadn't killed anyone in his previous matchup, not because he didn't dare, but because the kids were too young. He looked at them as an adult or even an old man, and had a faint compassion for them. He has lived several lifetimes, and he doesn't know how many lives he has in his hands, most of them are evil people, and there are also many good people, and he has not touched a few lives of such a young child.

Seeing that Jaco was able to stand on his own, the soldier left, and the man who had just won still had some time to be free. Jaco went to the public bathroom to take a shower, grinning his teeth. The wounds on his body, large and small, some even deep to the bone, were brought to him by the flowers and explosions.

Jaco was so painful that he was about to breathe, shivering as he rinsed. 666 didn't have that kind of pain, and he didn't have Giaco's compassion, and he cheered loudly for him from the sidelines: "Beautiful! Monroe used to like to bully civilians the most......] At this time, a voice rang out: "It's useless. I can't stand this pain. ”

Jaco looked back and saw a boy turn off the faucet, pull his hair up, and start drying his body. There was a very new knife mark on his back, which had turned white under the rinse, and was no longer bleeding. The boy casually picked up the bandage that was set aside, and bandaged himself somewhat awkwardly. Giaco recognized the boy as the one who had won the fourth game. He made a deep impression on everyone, because he was a leapfrog challenge, and his opponent slashed his entire back with blood, but he finally hacked his opponent to death as if he was not injured. The boy's name was the same one that Giacco had first heard when he first took over.

Giacco felt pain all over his body when he looked at him. And 666 has already quickly displayed the boy's message in a scrolling way next to Jaco.

When Giacco woke up the next morning, he found himself lying on Witt's belly with one leg resting on Metro's chest. Medron was almost suffocating, his hands and feet slashing in the air for a long time, and finally he woke up and pulled Giacco's legs, which were still dazed. Jaco reached into the hem of his shirt to tickle it, nudging Witt and saying, "Get up." Then he saw Chiki standing in front of the closet, □□ her upper body to look at herself. Jaco glanced at Chiki's figure twice, and couldn't help but let out a sigh. Chiki's figure is simply speechless, and even the instructor may not be more perfect than him. Every inch of his muscles is full of strength, neither fat nor thin, the strong abdominal muscles in his abdomen are as obvious as the mermaid line, if he was a woman, he would have been fascinated by this body that exudes hormones anytime and anywhere.

Each of their new dorms has a multi-purpose wardrobe with a mirror on it. It was the first time in a long time that Giacco had seen a mirror outside the bathroom. Giacco looked at the mirror several times, and realized that he hadn't really looked at the body that belonged to him, so he also walked up to the mirror, and while looking at himself, he asked Witt, who was also looking at himself, "What are you looking at?" ”

"I must be wondering where to get my tattoo." Chiki glanced at Witt and put her arms around Jaco's neck, "I think the arm is good." ”

"Heart." "It has to be in the heart," Witt said. ”

Jaco didn't understand what they were saying, he just looked at himself in the mirror and was stunned. Gaco's 16-year-old body is not a typical Asian body, and the outline is a little deep, but at first glance, Jaco seems to feel that this is his own body. He looked closely, and there were some differences, but not much. Giacco was a little dazed. He thought about it carefully, and every time he passed, his appearance would eventually gradually move in a familiar direction, but none of them could be as close to the "original appearance" he imagined as the body of Giaco. Jaco's eyebrows were long, thick, close to his eyes, he looked very aggressive when he wasn't smiling, his body was long, and the cafeteria of the Snake Cub Barracks didn't make him a strong man, but made him look more like a basketball player.

Qianxi stepped forward and approached him with a smile, borrowed his mirror to flick his bangs, and said, "Hey, they're all so handsome." ”

Jaco's mind turned, as if last night's incident hadn't happened. But Chiki pinched his chest and said, "Is it uncomfortable to wear?" ”

Jaco suddenly remembered the nipple ring that Chiki had forced him to wear, and suddenly jumped to his feet. The two fought for a while before going to change their uniforms. From then on, they are the people of the elite forces of the Empire, and they must pay attention to the appearance. Jia Ke still didn't take off the pair of rings in the end, mainly because their amplification was indeed too useful, Jia Ke could feel that the soul power that was always one cut short of Qianxi before, was able to barely fight with Qianxi with the help of the Black Stone at the fifth or sixth level of the Heavenly Trench at this moment. This is simply his biggest helper in this military camp at present. It wasn't until after spending three months on the training ground that Jaco understood what Chiki and Witt were talking about with the tattoo.

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