In the dark night, Jing Zhan was thrown heavily to the ground.

Pain, numbness immediately spread throughout his limbs.

He gasped and stood up again, his body and head covered with heavy armor, and only a pair of eyes could tell what he once looked like.

This kind of training is commonplace for him. Others train to survive better, and he trains to make the enemy unable to survive.

The life in the training camp is too hard, not the bitterness of life, but the destruction of the body and the suppression of the mind.

The intensity and difficulty of the training are very high, and if everyone is the same, it will be acceptable for Jingzhan.

However, the training in the bootcamp is customized according to the individual, and the stronger you are, the more intense the training.

Only in this way can the potential in the human body be fully stimulated.

Jing Zhan is the number one seed in the training camp, and as a key training target, he not only has to complete daily training tasks, but also has to check regularly every month.

Over there in the laboratory, I am very interested in Jing Zhan.

The monthly inspection can surprise the professor and let him discover Jing Zhan's progress.

He's like a human bot, and the program is being upgraded again and again.

When training, he is like a cold-blooded and ruthless machine, challenging himself to new heights every day, strictly executing one command after another, only succeeding and not failing.

During the examination, he was like a broken doll, lying on the cold operating table, allowing researchers to extract his blood, hair, skin and body tissue.

The professor is perverted, madly obsessed with the young body in front of him.

If it weren't for his best performance in the training camp, Jing Zhan felt that he would probably be dismembered by the professor, and he would be carefully studied from the inside out.

The perfect young man's body, muscle tissue, bone strength, and even his blood and flesh have a certain self-healing ability, which is many times beyond ordinary people.

Every time Jing Zhan was sent to the laboratory, the professor was eager to chop him up piece by piece for study.

And the only thing he doesn't know is that Jing Zhan has a pair of wings.

He was curious that the structure of Jing Zhan's shoulder blade was different from ordinary people, and he didn't understand it after studying it for a long time.

Once, the professor couldn't help it, and without the consent of the above, he cut open Jing Zhan's shoulder blade with a scalpel, wanting to see what miracle appeared inside.

In the end, he found nothing.

This time, because of the professor's unauthorized behavior, Jing Zhan lay on the bed for a week before repairing the wound behind his shoulder blade.

This delayed his training for a whole week.

The professor received a serious warning from the training base, and his behavior of privately using the knife for Jing Zhan had seriously affected the plan that the training camp had made for him.

If it weren't for Jing Zhan's extremely strong healing ability, a week's rest would have been too short for this operation. A normal person needs to rest for more than two months.

Training camp, the bloodiest and scary thing is not training.

It's a monthly contest that is eliminated.

Banish hundreds or thousands of people to a hill, woods, or plain. Let them fight each other, and the one who survives to the end is the winner.

This kind of fighting is both internal and external.

Maybe your comrades-in-arms who have just begun to fight alongside you will turn their heads and stab the sharp weapon in their hands into your chest.

Perhaps the enemy you have just been chasing after will turn around and fight with you against places that are stronger than you.

Once a month, a martial arts competition is eliminated, and nearly half of the people are killed.

Countless people have died and maimed.

They are a group of robots with wooden feelings, and what they want in their minds is to kill people, not to be killed.

Jing Zhan lay in bed for more than a week because he was innocently cut by the professor, and when he could get up to train, an annual knockout tournament was about to begin.

Every year, there is a one-week knockout tournament within the training base.

Basically, after a week, the number of people in the entire training camp will plummet, and at its worst it can be reduced to more than half.

He has been in the camp for less than a year, and his strength is barely above average in the entire training camp.

If he doesn't train well and doesn't build up his muscles and mental strength quickly, it is likely that he will be injured or die in this knockout match.

This is what Jing Zhan doesn't want to see, he has always had a feeling in his heart that he wants to live, he can't die, someone is waiting for him outside, and he wants to go out alive to see someone.

This man is not his mother, nor is he his father.

Jing Zhan was lying on the bed in the dormitory, and the voice of a soft little girl kept flashing in his mind.

"Brother Jing Zhan, don't let people see your wings."

"Brother Jing Zhan, are you in pain? I'll give you Huhu, and Huhu won't hurt. ”

"Brother Jing Zhan, you are so powerful, when your wings are a little bigger, will you be able to take me to fly?"

He didn't know why, subconsciously knew that the little girl was for his good, and the professor even used hypnosis, but he didn't let him say what was really different from others, he had a pair of wings.

It's his secret weapon, and it's his life talisman, and he's decided not to let people know.

If the professor knew about his secret, he would probably move his shoulder blades again.

He couldn't stand this experiment anymore, he had to get stronger, and then ask his parents why they had sent him here.

Jing Zhan staggered to his feet, compared to the coach, and trained again.

The coach was accustomed to such hard work, so he gestured and silently walked to the training robot to set the training mode.

The current Jing Zhan is too powerful, and no one can compete with him, and his training opponents have been replaced by robots.

Jing Zhan twisted his neck, listening to its hollow crunch, the armor weighing hundreds of catties on his body had been transformed into his weapon, his armor, his shield.

He reached out to cover the direction of his chest and touched a basket of peach peaches, and there was a sudden throbbing at this moment, was someone thinking about him?

Is that the little girl who called him Brother Jing Zhan?

Who is she?

Is it his sister?

"Jing Zhan, you're a monster, you're not human at all."

When Jing Zhan's knife was withdrawn from his companion's body, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Jing Zhan with hatred, and his vicious words bubbled out uncontrollably.

"You, do you have, one day, will you point the knife at your mom and dad, or your siblings? Hahaha...... You're not human at all, you're a monster, monster ......"

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Jing Zhan's face was not moved at all.

He lifted the dagger in his hand upside down, letting the bright red blood drip down and finally solidify on the blade before stabbing into another warm body.

An annual competition.

Some people hide independently, and some people huddle together to keep warm.

"Jing Zhan ......"

In the dark night, a voice cautiously called out Jing Zhan.

Jing Zhan paused silently and looked at the source of the sound, which was a tall wood.

It's dark and dark, with countless temptations and dangers lurking.

"Jing Zhan, my name is Shi Yandao, it's from the dormitory next door to you. I, I'm hurt, can you help me? ”

In the dark night, a deep male voice was heard.

This voice, Jing Zhan is somewhat familiar, he is a young man who is enthusiastic all day long, a few years older than him, and his popularity is very good.

To go in or not to go in?

It can be a trap, which is a common occurrence in training camps.

Take advantage of the kindness of others and ask for his life.

Jing Zhan smiled coldly and looked at the dark woods silently.

Enter?

Or not?

In front of him is a dark forest, and in the forest is an unknown world, and no one dares to guarantee that they will enter it, and what awaits inside.

Outside the dark forest, Jing Zhan spread his legs, crossed his hands around his chest, and stood silently.

After a long time, the teacher sighed heavily.

"Jing Zhan, I know you don't believe me, but I still have to give it a try, it's better than waiting for death here."

"Heh......"

A sneer rang out in the dark night.

Sure enough, he came in, step by step, each step sounding like a step on his heart.

Shi Yan said that he felt a little incredible, only himself in this, no friends. Friends can also become enemies stabbed in the back, not to mention, everyone is just familiar with each other.

Jing Zhan walked to a big tree, stopped, and looked at Shi Yan hidden in the shade of the tree.

His voice was cold and hoarse, with a little coldness: "How do you want me to help you?" Giving you a treat? Or escort you out? ”

Shi Yandao gently pressed the wound on his leg, he knew that with his injury, there was no way to survive safely to the end. Jing Zhan won't do much to protect him, and no one wants a burden.

He hurt his leg and couldn't move much at all.

Now his only hope is that he will have food and water so that he can stay in this grove for a little longer.

Half of a week's worth of fighting has passed.

As long as he is careful enough, with his ability, it is still possible to protect himself.

Shi Yandao knew that his request was a bit excessive, but in order to survive, he couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Can you leave me some food? I've got a leg injury and I'm probably going to have to spend the last time in the woods. ”

Food is not distributed to everyone on a daily basis.

The food in the training camp is randomly halved, and it depends on luck and ability.

If you're lucky, you just pick up the food and water that you put in, and you can eat it for a day or two. If you are unlucky, you can only rely on grabbing.

And Jing Zhan is precisely the person who is not very lucky.

He didn't pick it up, but he grabbed a portion of food and water. Because he is in a state of battle at any time and consumes a lot of physical energy, this food and water is probably enough to last two days.

Jing Zhan looked away from the leaves, reached out and untied his backpack, and took out half of the food and water from it.

If Shi Yandao saved some food, he would probably be able to eat for two days.

"Thank you."

It wasn't until Jing Zhan walked out of the woods that Shi Yandao slowly let go of the dagger he was holding tightly.

Because he held it for a long time, his palms were wet with sweat.

This Jing Zhan, he really read it right.