The affairs of the Chen family are not mentioned for the time being, in the dormitory of the W47 camp of the border guards, Ding Xiu has been cultivating for a few days, and now he can untie the bandages wrapped around his body.

His skin was covered in a reddish-brown scab of blood, which fell off his body when the bandage was torn off.

The wheat-colored skin is no longer rough, and it suddenly becomes as smooth as new. The tattoo on the chest that was no longer visible because of the scars was all over the place, but now it has been restored, and the changes it has seen in the battle are the things that Ding Xiu has thought about the most in the past few days, except for Chen Jianing.

Ding Xiu remembered that in that battle, Sang Gan's offensive was originally extremely fierce, and the blade that was so fast that only the afterimage could be seen kept him in the position of being beaten. But the light of the sword suddenly slowed down, and at that time he felt that the tattoo on his chest was like a fire, and it emitted a faint golden light, which lit up the pattern of the flaming sword.

"There must be something in the tattoo that I don't know." Ding Xiu thought like this, and couldn't stay in the dormitory.

As soon as he arrived outside the camp, he hadn't taken a few steps before a well-wisher came over to inquire about what had happened in the days since he disappeared.

"Ding Xiu, hey, what have you been doing in the past few days?"

"Who are the two women who sent you back?"

"The flying machine, tsk...... I've never sat in my life, I've never even seen it, and I really want to see what it's like. ”

……

Ding Xiu dealt with a few words simply, and quickly found an excuse to slip away.

He went to Chen Jiansen's for a physical examination, and after confirming that his internal and external injuries were almost healed, he drove his car to the outside of the camp.

At the gate of the camp, Ding Xiu met Zhang Zhixiong.

"Are you getting better?" Zhang Zhixiong shouted to stop him.

"Much better, sir." Ding Xiu responded, "I'll go out for a walk, move my muscles and bones by the way, and patrol for a while." ”

"During this time, we have narrowed the scope of the defense area, and there are not so many patrol tasks, the most important thing for you at present is to take care of your injuries, the Valen potion is very harmful to the body, don't leave any sequelae." Zhang Zhixiong is now very serious about Ding Xiu, afraid that he has not yet recovered from his serious injury and has not yet recovered to the best state.

"Then I'll walk around the camp." Ding Xiu scratched his head, and when he saw that Zhang Zhixiong still didn't allow it, he pulled the clothes off his body, "Boss, you see, the injury is really almost better, and there are no scars." ”

Zhang Zhixiong glanced at him, still not very reassured, "You go to Chen Jiansen's for a physical examination, and I will believe him when he says it's okay." ”

"I just came from Uncle Chen, I don't believe you to ask him." Ding Xiu drove the car with a smile on his face, leaving Zhang Zhixiong shaking his head helplessly.

Driving into the desert, Ding Xiu headed towards his former defense area, where he was familiar with the terrain, and no one would disturb him.

"Whew~" The sun shines on the body, bringing a different feeling to the new skin. Ding Xiu stretched his waist and began to move the muscles and bones on his body.

When the warm-up was over, he put his hand on the tattoo on his chest, trying to sense the mysterious power that had almost helped him turn the tide of the battle in his previous battle with Sangan.

It's a pity that the only thing that responded to Ding Xiu was the heartbeat of "poof, poof, poof".

"Strange!" Ding Xiu frowned, "I tried it in the dormitory of the barracks, I thought it was because the place was too cramped, and now I changed to the outside, why still can't I." ”

He carefully recalled the battle with Sangan that day: although he drank the Valen potion at that time, his body was still completely suppressed by Sangan in a state of madness. But just when he felt a heat in his chest, Sang Gan's shot slowed down instantly......

"Fire!" As if he had captured a trace of detail, Ding Xiu's heart moved, "Is that fire a battle intent?" ”

He sat on the floor, crossed his legs together, closed his eyes, and let the blazing sun bake his skin.

Some of the battle scenes of the past began to come to mind, some fighting against the sandmen, and some fighting against mutated creatures. Ding Xiu put himself in the middle of it, and let these things happen repeat in his heart.

"Fighting Spirit! Fighting Spirit! Ding Xiu completely put his feelings into it, and found that a fire finally ignited in his heart. His hand was still pressed against the tattoo on his chest, and he felt the sudden heat in his palm.

"That's how it feels!" Ding Xiu shouted in surprise, he looked down at the tattoo on his chest, and there was a faint golden light flashing in his eyes.

It was the light on the tattoo pattern, and they reflected in Ding Xiu's eyes, making him feel extra intimate—like seeing a loved one.

"I always thought you were ordinary, but I didn't expect it to be so magical." Ding Xiu's fingers rubbed against the tattoo, and he was full of emotion in his heart: "Since the pattern of the Flame Sword is not an ordinary tattoo, its mystery must be more than that. ”

"Uncle Rong said that when he picked me up, I had this tattoo on my chest, could it be ......" Thinking of this, Ding Xiu's heart suddenly trembled.

"I'm an orphan, and Uncle Rong raised me at the beginning, but I should be like Jia Ning, I also have parents." He lowered his head, his expression a little lonely due to the influence of emotion, "If I have parents, then where are they now?" Why did you leave me and leave me in the first place? ”

Ding Xiu had never seriously thought about these issues before, but today, when he was studying the tattoo on his chest, he finally began to pay attention to his life experience.

There is another urgency in his heart, that is, to find clues from his parents.

"If you are no longer alive, I will also find traces of your life in this world." Ding Xiu clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart.

Under the scorching sun, he began to train on the mysterious powers of tattoos.

The first is to understand and master the method of activating this power, before Ding Xiu was worried that he would need to experience a near-death state in the battle to activate the power in the tattoo, but fortunately, in fact, the activation conditions are not so harsh.

Thinking about it, Ding Xiu has encountered countless dangers, not to mention far away, he almost died on the evening when he encountered the mutant mole cricket recently.

The way to activate it needed to condense the battle intent in his heart, which was not difficult for Ding Xiu. The fighting spirit comes from the tempering in the battle, although Ding Xiu is young, he is a veteran, and he does not lack these at all.

It may also be subject to age restrictions. The tattoo of the Flaming Sword had been with him for nineteen years, and the mysterious power within had never been seen until the battle with Sangan.

Ding Xiu thought a lot about it during the training, and although he didn't have a clear idea for the time being, the secrets hidden in the tattoo made his peaceful life ripple.

A stone was thrown into the air by Ding Xiu, and then a gunshot rang out, and the stone shattered into several pieces and flew around.

Several more gunshots rang out, and the fragments shattered again, some of them smashed into a cloud of powder by bullets.

"Wow!" Ding Xiu was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but cheer for himself.

His marksmanship is accurate, but it is not an easy task to hit a moving target.

There used to be professionally trained frisbee shooters in the old world who were able to do this, and these people were very familiar with the trajectory of objects and their bodies were quick to react.

It may not be difficult for them to hit the stone that was thrown out, but the fragments of the stone after cracking have no fixed trajectory, and what Ding Xiu did just now was just a legend in the old world.

Ding Xiu didn't know that the power in the tattoo strengthened his brain, information transmission nerves, and visual organs, but he was already faintly aware of it. Whether it was the battle with Sangan that day, or my own attempts today, after the power in the tattoo was activated, all moving objects only slowed down.

Ding Xiu's own speed did not become faster, and the most intuitive improvement brought to him by his ability was to increase the time he could react.

He took a handful of pebbles and threw them into the sky above him, and when they fell, he reached out to catch them.

"And so it was!" Some stones were caught, while others were smashed on Ding Xiu's head.

The speed at which the stones fell was slower in his eyes than the falling snowflakes, and Ding Xiu could clearly capture the trajectory of the stones falling at every moment, but he could only catch some of them because his own speed was not fast enough.

"If I can speed myself up, this power will make me stronger." In the continuous attempts, Ding Xiu finally became familiar with the characteristics of this force, and according to its characteristics, he found the direction to improve himself.

"Hey, since the power in the tattoo can help me fight, let's call you 'War Paint'." Ding Xiu gave the tattoo on his chest a name, and since it was not an ordinary tattoo, it deserved the name "war paint".

In the next few days, Ding Xiu conducted targeted training on "War Paint" every day. In addition to familiarizing himself with the activation process, he also worked on his physical fitness and speed.

The changes that this kind of exercise brings to the body are not very obvious, and after Ding Xiu realized this, he thought of the crystal nucleus in the mutated creature.

"Or the crystal nucleus is rising fast." Thinking of the C-level crystal nucleus found in the mutant mole cricket's body that time, Ding Xiu was a little moved, but how could a C-level mutant creature be so easy to find, not to mention that the crystal nucleus was not available every time.

Ding Xiu was not arrogant enough to think that he was better than a C-class mutant creature, and even with the ability and war paint bonus, his chances of winning against a normal mutant mole cricket were still very low.

Something must have happened to the mutant mole cricket that night, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to show up before dark, and it wouldn't have been able to show up in battle.

The normal battle process should be like this, the mutant mole cricket has been hiding under the gravel, forcing the prey by creating quicksand traps, so as to achieve the purpose of squeezing the prey's strength. Even if the prey does not make any mistakes in the process of escaping, as the physical strength is consumed, it will eventually be engulfed by the trap and become a delicacy for mutant mole crickets.

The mutant mole cricket that day didn't know whether it was arrogant or impetuous, it emerged early when Ding Xiu's physical strength was still very abundant, and wanted to finish the battle by clamping his legs with its big claws.

Ding Xiuke is a human being, and after learning to make weapons, human beings have become the top hunters of all creatures in the world. In addition to weapons, human beings also have their own unique subjective initiative.

Although there was a lot of luck that Ding Xiu didn't die that night, the mutant mole cricket itself was also very problematic.

Kill another mutant mole cricket? Ding Xiu shook his head, denying this thought, he thought about it, but still set his eyes on Steppenwolf.