Under the warm golden morning sun, the tall and majestic central castle crept quietly on the ground like a monster. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The castle shadow shrouded most of the building, dim and gloomy like twin brothers, wrapping around everyone who rose early.

In the corner of a nondescript castle, a rough and simple stable, which looks very durable, stands here.

The hardwood frame gives it the capital to keep out the wind and rain, and the thick straw and mud allow it to block out any bad weather.

A stout, tall middle-aged man was standing quietly by the stable.

The lower body is pure white tight breeches, which are firmly bound in dark brown riding boots. The wide belt of black python skin outlines the strong muscles of the chest. The short ponytail is simply tied behind the head, revealing a steady and serious face.

It's a pity that a hideous and abrupt valgus scar destroys this fantastical face. The scar, like a baby's graffiti, randomly scratched a curved and somewhat distorted, impressive mark on the face. Like a centipede, or a centipede struggling in pain.

Whenever he was expressionless, the scar whipped like the most vicious whip on anyone who met his gaze.

The middle-aged man just stood quietly in place, so serious that his breath was suffocating, as if he was about to freeze the air.

Tilting his head slightly, the middle-aged man's eyes converged on the combination of sunlight and shadow, his eyes narrowed unkindly, and estimated the time at this time, his calm expression writhed like a volcano about to erupt.

After waiting patiently for a while, the man's chest gradually rose and fell, and he became angry.

The facial muscles were like hard-working workers, driving the centipede-like scar, revealing a slightly hideous and tyrannical trace.

The sound of heavy breathing seemed to be filled with magma, burning anyone who disobeyed him to smithereens.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man's low, tyrannical roar swept through every corner of this quiet and peaceful castle like a storm.

"Theseus, you damn slug! If you can't get in front of me within ten numbers, I'm going to rip your intestines out with my own hands!!"

"I.. Two.. Three..."

The anger in the man's voice was like a bomb about to explode. That countdown like a countdown, accompanied by an undisguised determination, if Hughes couldn't show up within the allotted time, he would literally rip out his intestines with his own hands.

Just counting to four, a young man came out of the castle like a rabbit.

His breath was uneven, and he was slightly wheezing, but the young man still stood as straight in front of the middle-aged man as a javelin.

The middle-aged man looked at each other with an ugly face, and his low and cold gaze cut at each other like a knife.

He suddenly took a step forward, leaned his body slightly down, and his right fist smashed into the young man's abdomen like a hammer!

"Bang!!"

The young man's body immediately appeared in an exaggerated arc, and he felt as if his intestines and stomach pouches had been slammed through with an iron rod, and the pain made his throat itch, as if he was about to vomit out the food that had not been digested last night.

"If you dare to spit out like a woman, I'll double up on today's training session!"

The anger in the middle-aged man's voice, like a soldering iron, mercilessly rose on the young man's poor self-esteem.

The young man's eyes bulged and he gasped for a few times, and finally suppressed the sharp pain and vomiting.

Standing up straight again, the young man looked ahead as if nothing had happened.

"Tell me, does the fighter accept being late?!!"

A low roar tore through the air, and the middle-aged man bit the sockets of his back teeth, almost squeezing the words out between his teeth.

Still looking ahead, Theseus replied in an almost roaring voice: "Warriors don't accept being late!!"

The middle-aged man's eyes moved, and he yelled back again: "What did you say?!I can't hear !!"

"Fighters do not accept late !!!"

Hughes shouted with almost all his strength, and he could even feel the stinging of the air against his throat.

This time, the middle-aged man didn't yell back again, but just looked at Xiusi fixedly, and said for a while: "There is no next time, even if you are my son, I will not allow you to be late again, do you understand?"

Xiusi's face was expressionless, his facial muscles were stiff like stones, and his voice replied without any ups and downs: "Yes, sir!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be accustomed to this silent confrontation of the other party, the corners of his eyes wrinkled slightly, and his voice was also low and ordered today's task.

"A hundred slashes with all your might, and I want to see a hundred enemies fall under your sword!"

The servants quickly set up the wooden figures for training, and stood quietly watching as Xius began his training.

With a lift of his hand, a heavy, sharp sword reached the hands of Xius.

Gently rubbing the anti-slip lines on the hilt of the sword, the cold, hard and rough touch made Xiusi's gaze gradually become calm.

Exhaling a cloudy breath, Hughes clenched his hands tightly on the hilt of his sword, kicked the ground with the soles of his feet, and his figure flew out.

"Are you a woman? Why are you so soft? I want to see flesh flying, I want to see the heads of enemies, I want to..."

The middle-aged man was like turning on the mockery mode, mercilessly, and even harshly demanding any action of Xiusi. Because he knows better than anyone that in the real killing field, a little mistake needs to pay not a cheap apology, but his own life.

Enemies won't show mercy just because you're young and ignorant, and they like this kind of rookie who has a bit of ability, but can't really play it.

Accustomed to his father's ridicule, Xius just carried out his movements with a blank face, and his body and arms drew an arched arc in perfect coordination, driving the indomitable momentum and slashing the wooden man in two.

"Click!"

The slices are smooth and neat, proving that the power and control of Xius have reached a certain critical point.

Even with the eyes and requirements of the middle-aged man Kirk, he had to show a slight smile.

"It's good, you finally have a bit of a man's look. ”

When Xiuus heard his father's praise, he was stunned at first, and then his stiff facial muscles moved.

"Go on! If you can't reach the full force of a hundred enemies, then the horse manure in the stable will be yours to clean up today. ”

Probably not quite accustomed to this atmosphere of fatherly kindness and filial piety, the middle-aged man tightened his face again and roared and ordered.

When Xius heard that the stables were being cleaned, his eyes that had not fluctuated shrank, and his momentum suddenly became stronger, and even sparks appeared in his eyes!!