March 7, 12:47 p.m., "Rongguang" Base Medical Department, Intensive Isolation Area.

Yun Mo leaned in front of the isolation window with his hands crossed, looked at the two unconscious juniors on the hospital bed expressionlessly through a layer of thick glass, and after a long silence, he asked: "Fujiwara Kanichi, Dong Chongcheng, you can give an evaluation. Strength, heart, potential, all the advantages and disadvantages you see, all reported again. As for the specific video, it will be arranged to be watched in the evening, and the rest of the members will be called, and if they can learn more, maybe they can save their lives at critical moments."

The trial task just explained yesterday, these two juniors immediately executed it, and completed it meticulously, and the efficiency, ability, and quality of the completion results were as she expected.

Although these two people were carried back, and even one was more seriously injured than the other, the experience of life and death gave them a lot of gains after all, so that just standing by the window and looking at them, they could also feel a faint momentum and killing intent.

In short, Yun Mo is very satisfied with this result.

"Dong Chongcheng's stick technique is very strong, excluding the use of abilities, and his melee strength is above Xie Minshan. For example, according to the pre-apocalyptic standards, Xie Minshan's level of red and black belts can beat thirty gangsters in five minutes, and in the same time, Dong Chongcheng can kill eighty, which has completely reached the level of special police combat power."

"He grows quickly, doesn't fall behind in one-on-one fights with creepers, has quick nerve reflexes, and wins mainly with speed and force. The reason why he was injured like this was because his weapons were too fragile. Ordinary sticks often can't keep up with his explosiveness and staying power, dragging him down several times at critical moments when one hit kills."

"Also...... Nearly killed him."

Zhao Yi frowned, and recalled in his mind the picture of Dong Chongcheng penetrating the creeper's mouth with a stick and stabbing it into the abdomen with all his might, if only the stick had been a little stronger at that time. It was enough for the boy to kill a creeper in a hundred moves, without having to be countered by the opponent's claws.

"His weapon needs to be replaced, and my building yì is a stick of stainless steel. But how to be, I still have to wait for him to go to the arsenal to customize it in person after he recovers. A man's exclusive weapon must pass through his own hands, otherwise, we will lose thirty percent of his combat power for nothing."

Yun Mo nodded, his eyes focused on Dong Chongcheng's chest that was tightly bandaged. Watch his chest rise and fall faintly. I can't help but think of the scene when he was carried into the rescue room by a group of big men late at night.

The claw marks that ran straight from his right shoulder to his left waist almost cut through half of his small body, and the fat layer that turned out of it was still green after the virus had deteriorated. Even a few of the white intestines turned an eerie purple-black.

If it weren't for the fact that the heart and spine hadn't been hurt too much, I'm afraid that this junior would really have died unjustly on the battlefield.

Yes, unjustly killed.

After all, the end of being buried in the mouth of a corpse because the weapon is too poor . No matter how you think about it, I feel so aggrieved.

Dong Chongcheng's wound worsened, and the stall sent back to the base was almost half lifed. Relying on He Zijin's primary level of purification alone couldn't last long, and in the end, Yun Mo directly cut off the intestines that were about 20 centimeters long, removed the toxins on the ribs, and hung up the venom on the organs. Only then did he narrowly get him back from the palace of Hades.

One Dong Chongcheng makes people busy like a spinning top, and the other Fujiwara Kanichi can simply make the medical department crazy.

Burst injuries to the limbs, massive internal bleeding, six broken ribs, injuries to the smaller half of the neck, severed major arteries, excessive blood loss...... Even Yun Mo felt that it was incredible that he could survive.

has been relying on the abilities of Tian Hongyi and Fujiwara Junko to hang for a night before being rescued. And when the person has a trace of life, the two ambulance special abilities completely collapsed. Now lying half-dead in the medical department, it is enough to see how Fujiwara Kanichi has to toss.

"Fujiwara is usually very calm and calm, but when he fights, he will become a madman, especially when the difference in strength between the two sides is huge, and he is likely to die." Zhao Yi looked at Fujiwara Kanichi who was filled with oxygen on the hospital bed, attached to the ECG, and full of infusion needles, his eyes were dark, "His Taidao flow has definitely reached the Mahayana, according to his age, he is simply a genius among geniuses. I can guarantee that on Japanese soil, Fujiwara's strength is enough to rank at the level of a grandmaster."

"Genius ...... of the Taidao Stream," Yun Mo muttered, "Grandmaster level...... What a cautious guy, hiding deep enough."

At the level of a grandmaster in his twenties, he showed a trace of ambition in his twenties, and he would definitely be able to stand out in Japanese martial arts before the end of the world, and be sought after and praised by everyone. However, he chose Taoguang to raise obscurity and settled on Kyushu Island with his sister, if it weren't for the outbreak of the virus crisis, I am afraid that he would still want to be a hermit for the rest of his life.

Should she say he's too thoughtful, or should she say he's naïve enough?

"If it is a miracle that Dong Chongcheng defeated the creeper in a hundred moves, then Fujiwara single-handedly defeats the three-headed creeper with the power of one blow is simply appalling!" Zhao Yi took a deep breath, obviously feeling a little dissatisfied with Fujiwara's unauthorized increase in the amount of trials, "It's unbelievable, although the amount of virus in his blood has reached a critical point, his body is still an ordinary person!" I actually killed three heads in a pair of threes, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have heard it as a joke."

That picture is simply terrifying, Fujiwara Kanichi seems to have killed to the realm of the unconscious, completely forgetting the increasing wounds and almost dried blood on the **, only blindly picked up the long knife and slashed frantically at the nearby creepers, drawing dazzling moves in the cold rays, and killing the entire three heads very fiercely!

Three-headed creeper! Even now he has to pay for it. [,！ After a lot of effort, but Fujiwara Kanichi, a martial artist who is still in the ranks of ordinary people, can actually do that step, and Zhao Yi has to say that he admires.

"The first time I took them out to try, Fujiwara didn't have the kind of combat power you said." Yun Mo recalled the cooperative battle between Fujiwara and Dong Chongcheng, and a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes, "It seems that he has grown up very quickly, or rather, his Taidao flow really needs to be improved with the foundation of 'killing'. Well, that makes sense."

Before the end of the world, there was no such condition to provide Fujiwara Kanichi with a real Shura field, so that he could infuse his martial arts with a lot of life and blood, so he chose to live in seclusion, chose to hide deeply, and chose to cultivate obscurity, rather than standing generously in front of people and becoming a grandmaster.

After all, in times of peace, his martial arts are an outlier, and if he is a different number, he has the possibility of being wiped out by hypocrites.

The advent of the end times gave him an opportunity to fight his way out of the deepest fallen island of Kyushu, so that he advanced to this point in a short period of time.

What "Mahayana", what "madman", is just his subconscious martial instinct erupted. In that state, Fujiwara's combat power will naturally grow exponentially, and no one can match it.

"Fujiwara's weapon doesn't need to be replaced, his long sword...... A veteran saw it and said that he was very old, murderous, and spiritual, like an old antique handed down from the Warring States period in Japan." Zhao Yi added, "It is estimated that apart from your two Tang knives, I really can't find a cold weapon that can compare with that Tai Dao."

Smooth curves, sharp curves, profound edges, and murderous aura dipped in blood, I have to say that the knife is like its person. Fujiwara Kanichi's sword is like half of his body, and the two are combined, and the combat power can convince the viewer.

"Hmm." Yun Mo replied dispensably, then gently propped up from the window, took a diagonal step over Zhao Yi's side, and said, "Let's go, go and see Huang Linghai's training, if the transaction in Australia goes well, it will be the first time I will select you."

"Selection?" Zhao Yi paused slightly.

"For the internal selection of the troops, I can't put all the strangers into the Australian battlefield." Yun Mo said lightly, "The eggs are placed in the same basket, and they will all be broken if you are not careful. Adopt a lottery system, one-on-one, I will take away those who lose, and those who win will stay to guard the base."

Those who lose take away, and those who win stay......

"In general...... Isn't it the one who should choose to win?" Zhao Yi frowned, his expression was slightly puzzled, "Australia is already full of aliens, wouldn't it be better to take away powerful people?" Why should you choose the losing side?"

Yun Mo pulled out a smile arc with no temperature, and his face was pale: "It's good to lose, only then will you realize that you have a few catties and taels, and then you will have enough anger and strength to vent on the alien, and at the same time sound the alarm for the winners who stay in the base, your subordinates are still growing, and sooner or later they will come back to take revenge." In this way, both sides can be maximized."

Zhao Yi was silent, and he had been with Yun Mo for three months, and he understood her character of taking one step and calculating three or four steps. But every time he bumped into her calculations, he would always have the thought of "Yun Mo is definitely a thousand-year-old leopard spirit", and it seemed that only a monster who had lived for a thousand years could be like this girl, calculating all the time.

"Of course, the most important thing is that I can rest assured that people who are strong enough will stay at the base, if the base is destroyed, what is the point of us going out to fight and struggle.' The word 'homeland' is a kind of belonging for human beings, but also a kind of sustenance, and social animals will have a deep goal of struggle with a home, and no one can lose this spiritual pillar."

Even if this is dispensable for her, it is better not to be too maverick in a world that goes with the flow.

Even if she is a strong person, even if she grows to the point where the rules are difficult to bind one day, she will still follow the rules and regulations in her heart, and follow the trajectory with the identity, beliefs, and values of an "ordinary person".

The word "abide by" is a creed that soldiers must do. (To be continued)