"Thorn these...... Corpses? ”

Kane confirmed again that they were indeed three corpses, not living people. It's not murder to cut it into, but it's ......

Even though he didn't go to school and didn't know what crime was, Kane still believed that no one "deserved it" among the dead slaves. Abusing others, killing others, is ...... Not true. Kane couldn't describe the sense of disobedience in his heart.

That's exactly what Cambay wants to erase – guilt. In your life-and-death fight, superfluous feelings will only get in the way. If you don't even have the courage to take people's lives, how can you survive to the end?

"What's wrong? This is a corpse, not a living person, so why not do it? ”

"I know ......"

"Wouldn't it be scared, huh? Three corpses scared you? ”

"Nope!"

"Then hurry up! Don't you want to learn the real thing from me? ”

Three policemen were still standing at the door watching the play. As a police officer in Ralvega, it was also their job to execute slaves. Seeing Kane's timid look, the police officers despised him from the bottom of their hearts.

If you don't do it, Kane repeatedly cheered himself up, but he couldn't lift his hand. Cambé suddenly grabbed Kane's right hand, raised it slightly, and stabbed it at the man's corpse.

With a "flutter", the blade stabbed into the already hardened corpse, like cutting a piece of frozen meat, and a small amount of blood slowly flowed out. It wasn't until the blood was dripping on the floor that Kane came to his senses - he was doing it indirectly.

"Alright, you can do the rest by yourself, hurry up!"

Everything is difficult at the beginning, this first knife opened Kane's psychological barrier, with the emotion of breaking the jar, Kane shouted and pulled out the knife, and screamed and stabbed into the corpse. He kept yelling, hiding his fear. One knife, two knives, stabbed the corpse into several holes in the stomach.

"The strength is not bad, but the location is a little bit worse. Didn't I talk about the key points? Replace the next one. ”

At Cambe's urging, Kane half-pushed, half-pushed, and stabbed the female corpse in the heart and neck. Because the force was too much, the direction of the attack was unconsciously deviated, and several knives did not stab straight into the corpse.

"Don't just force, keep stabbing straight, don't deviate, next!"

Finally, the child's body remained, and Kane's coherent movements stopped.

This child, who seems to be about the same age as himself, is he also a slave? How did he die? Kane was cranky, holding the knife but not falling.

"Don't think it's a child and show mercy, gladiators of your age are not unusual!"

Cambé "helped" again, took Kane's hand, pressed it down, and stabbed the blade into the child's stomach. Cambe then picked up the knife and tore open the child's belly, revealing the bloody internal organs.

"Wow!"

Frightened by the sight, Kane fell to his knees as soon as his legs went limp. Cambé let go, took the knife back into his hand, and looked at Kane with a sneering expression.

"Remember, the two ribs are the easiest place to poke into, pierce and then cut in half, and the opponent will have no way to live."

Kane didn't hear clearly, he didn't look at the body, clutching his chest and panting. The cops laughed, put the bodies back in bags, wiped the blood off the floor, and took their leave.

The body and blood are gone, and Kane finally recovers from the impact of "killing".

"That's it?"

"Reluctantly, it's qualified. In the future, this session will be carried out every afternoon before the start of training. Cambé nodded.

"So ......"

"Now, I'll pass on my skills to you. There's also the last ten days, what I've taught you, how much you can master, determines how long you can live in the game. ”

Competition, is the meaning of repeating the process just now? And the opponent is not a corpse, but a living person...... No, if you think about these things later, you have to concentrate now.

"Let's get started." Kane said.

*****

Ten days passed quickly, during which time Kane received permission from Hasta to stay at Cambe's house. In addition to eating and sleeping every day, he received one-on-one guidance from Cambay and endless practice. He usually goes to bed at 10 p.m. and gets up at 4 a.m. the next day for morning exercises.

In these ten days, Kane entered another world and his eyes were opened. What he learned and saw was something completely different from the "big pot rice" that the slaves ate. It turned out that Cambay initially taught only the basics, and compared to what he had learned these days, he didn't even count as radio gymnastics.

He was eager to learn. And the more he learned, the more he found that the world in front of him became more open, and more skills appeared, prompting him to practice more diligently, and these two ideas were intertwined into a "perpetual motion machine", which made him tirelessly practice the moves and movements taught by Cambay over and over again.

Kane's talent was seen by Cambe. This kid's progress is simply fast, and he can impress himself every day. No matter what the technique, in just one day's work, Kane can learn the same way, even better than he was back then. Cambe was secretly glad that he could meet such a malleable talent in his lifetime. Of course, he won't show it in front of Kane.

The only thing Cambe had to worry about a little was training in the slaughter of corpses. This is to keep Kane's desire to kill so that he can attack his enemies without hesitation in the arena. Kane was initially very resistant, but after two days, he didn't need Cambe's urging to do it himself.

Tomorrow is the game, and today is Cambey's last – and most important – lesson.

"Let's eat first." He said.

After the morning's training, the master and apprentice walked into the kitchen of the villa. The meals these days are all cooked by Cambe. In the days when he was on the run, he unconsciously practiced good cooking skills, especially good at cooking with some unexpected ingredients. Kane also had to admit that what he had eaten in the past ten days was a delicacy that had not been seen for ten years.

Cambe was busy in the kitchen, and Kane was bored in a chair in the living room. There are no too ornate decorations in the villa in Cambay. Kane, who was bored, picked up the fork and used it as a knife to compare it.

"Be careful, don't break anything." Cambé brought a plate of roast beef to the table, only to see Kane "practicing martial arts" and reminded him.

"It's okay, I have a score in my heart." Kane replied casually.

"Oh, okay."

Cambay returned to the kitchen and served other dishes to the table. Kane picked up the dinner knife, combined the knife and fork, neatly cut off a piece of meat, and opened his mouth to gnaw.

"Haha, don't be in such a hurry, no one is robbing." Cambé smiled, "I added the new spice I bought yesterday, and it should taste better than last time." ”

Kane munched on it, not darling it at all. "Well, it's much better than the day before yesterday." He said.

The day before yesterday, Cambay made the same barbecue, and Kane's comment was that "the aroma is not enough, and the taste is not very good", so Cambay went to several food stores yesterday and carefully selected a bag of spices. Trying to figure out Kane's taste after trial, Cambay took it as a little pleasure.

"That's good."

As he spoke, Kane ran out of meat on his fork, and he immediately cut another piece, eager to finish it so he could go back to the dojo.

Watching Kane gobble up, Cambe put down the cutlery in his hand.

"It's going to start tomorrow. You and I have a relationship, can you tell me what happened to your family? ”

His question made Kane pause, and it was the topic again. Even if he is familiar with Cambe, it doesn't mean that the scars of the past can be shown to others casually.

"Guess for yourself."

"I can't guess the details, but one thing can be confirmed."

"What's the matter?"

"I guess you hate your parents, for whatever reason, you hate them, don't you?"

Kane glared at Cambé without replying, listening to Cambé finish his words.

"When I first saw the list, I was curious, there was only one name, but no last name, and you never said what your last name was. I wondered, does it have something to do with my parents? ”

Kane simply didn't listen to Cambe, and just lowered his head to eat meat and vegetables.

"Even the surname can be abandoned, it seems that there is a deep hatred. What do you think? ”

Cambay took a few bites and spoke his mind.

"A teacher for one day and a father for life, why don't you just follow my surname, called Kane Ireda."

Kane still didn't look up, answering as he ate.

"Whatever you want."

"Okay, that's it."

Why did you say yes so happily? Kane didn't think about it, he just thought it was good.

*****

The afternoon training began. After the master and apprentice rested, they each walked into the dojo with their own swords. The two policemen have already prepared two corpses, and the old rule, Kane's training still has to start with the corpse.

He looked at the corpse, then at Cambe, and half-jokingly asked, "Today is the last day, can't you change the trick?" ”

Cambe smiled: "Change the tricks?" Yes. ”

Kane thought Cambe was going to compete with him, but he wasn't.

"You have enough skills to defeat any opponent in the arena, but you lack one thing - blood. To put it bluntly, it is the heart of murder. ”

Kane had heard Cambé say this many times. But he believed he would get it. If you don't kill, you will be killed, as long as you are forced into that environment, you will never be soft, this is called a matter of course. Kane felt that it would be good to overdo it in this way. Except in the gladiatorial arena, he didn't want to kill anymore.

However, it is scary to think about it.

Before going to bed at night, Kane imagined the gladiatorial arena more than once, imagined the atmosphere of the venue, and thought of the tragic state of the child's disembowelment. When you really stand in the arena and face a menacing opponent, will this first drop of blood be taken off so easily?

Thinking like this, he hesitated again, wanted to be firm, but still hesitated. Cambé knew all about that, and he was going to dispel Kane's doubts today.

"Do you know why I always emphasize killing?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to do it?" Kane was still stubborn.

"Tell me first, Kane, after studying for so long, what do you understand about martial arts?"

Kane was momentarily speechless. He only thought about learning the sword technique, fighting his way out of the gladiatorial arena, and regaining his freedom, so he replied: "A means to achieve his own ends." ”

"Well, there is also your understanding, but that is not the original intention of martial arts."

Cambé said, pacing over to the corpse with his hands behind his back.

"You must have seen street fights, there is no technical content, only the number of people, the strength of the strength, the strength of the weapon, the victory is decided. It was the most primitive battle, the first battle of humanity, and that was what it was.

"If you have a small number of people, little strength, and bad weapons, and you want to win a battle, there is only one way - to study combat skills. Since ancient times, the development of combat skills has never stopped, and all kinds of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and fighting skills have emerged in an endless stream in the era of cold weapons. However, this is the age of hot weapons, and a helpless person with a pistol has a chance to kill a swordsman who has been trained for many years, and it seems that hand-to-hand combat is difficult to use in war. But it's not dying, it's still evolving and inheriting, do you know why? ”

Having said so much in one breath, it is human history and the law of battle, Kane was confused and shook his head.

That's because martial arts, or in other words, directly hitting the enemy's body with blades, fists and kicks, is the most direct emotional catharsis and the most direct form of violence for human beings. This is dictated by the instinct of human beings to fight since ancient times. ”

Cambé said, thrusting his knife into the chest of a corpse, shattering and piercing the floor below.

"When your knife plunges into the flesh of an enemy, isn't there an impulse, an emotion that is vented?"

Kane can understand this sentence to some extent. Yes, whenever he "slashed" a corpse, his brain tensed, his arms flailed almost uncontrollably, and his abdomen seemed to have a high-speed spinning motor, constantly pumping power to his body, matching the destructive desire output of his brain, and Kane felt that he enjoyed the destruction somewhat.

"That's why you've been killing people with your sword?"

"Yes, but don't get me wrong, I'm not enjoying the thrill of killing. Those who indulge in it are worthy only to be in the company of wild beasts. Those who can control their emotions freely are the real warriors. Remember, those who can spare their opponents in a battle to their lives have blood on their hands. When encountering an enemy, he can kill without hesitation, so that he can let his opponent go when he wants to let him go. Can you understand that? ”

Kane still doesn't quite understand why he has to learn to kill enemies before he can learn to let them go. He didn't answer Cambe's words, Cambe knew it wasn't time yet, and he wasn't reluctant.

"Okay, let's digest these words slowly and start practicing."

Kane unsheathed his knife and stood in front of another corpse. Looking at the corpse, Cambay's words rang in his ears. Murderous heart, maybe that's necessary, and when you meet someone who should be beheaded, it doesn't hurt to behead. But what if it's an opponent who has fallen to the ground and has no power to fight back? Will you kill him again?

Before his eyes came Bran, the trafficker who had abducted him, as well as Cullom, Edward, and Hasta, whom he had long wanted to dismantle, and this hatred had not subsided for years. Even his parents, Kane would have a hint of murderous intent.

But what if they fell to the ground covered with wounds and begged for a way out?

Kane pondered and swung his knife, unable to answer.

Flutter –

Along with the sound of the knife cutting into the flesh, there is a liquid splashed on the face, and a different feel than usual. It's too soft, it doesn't have much hardness, it's not like a corpse. Kane saw that the blade had stabbed into the corpse's throat, and blood was still spurting from time to time, spreading across the floor.

Stunned, he reached out and touched his face, placing it in front of his eyes. It's true that it's red, it's blood, but why is it splashing blood? Why is the body soft?

Kane cast his puzzled and frightened eyes on Cambe, Cambe's face changed instantly, his eyebrows were raised to squeeze out the wrinkles on his forehead, his eyes were open to reveal a white underpass that was larger than usual, and his mouth was almost touching the corners of his eyes, hideous and proud, with a wicked smile, which made Kane shocked.

"Congratulations, Kane. You've taken the first drop of blood and you've managed to kill someone! ”

The tone is like a death sentence. Kane suddenly felt a bolt from the blue, hurriedly took off the mask of the corpse, and saw a familiar face.

It's Mark.

His pupils dilated, and a mixture of yellow liquid and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his expression was as if he had seen some kind of monster, full of despair.

"Today I asked Hasta to call him out and put him in anesthetic. When he was carried in, he was conscious, but his whole body was anesthetized, and he could not move or speak. Cover your face as if you were dead. And you didn't pay attention to it yourself, did you? ”

Mark is dead, he killed himself. Kane slowly believed Cambe's words – even though he couldn't believe it.

It was Cambe's design, and he deliberately said a bunch of things that were not there, just so that he could not detect the anomaly of the "corpse".

"Hmm, wow, ahh————!!hh

Kane screamed and took two steps back, the blood on his hands, the blood on the ground, the blood from Mark, his eyes were blood-red, and anger quickly filled his brain. He drew his bloody knife and slashed at Cambay. But before he could get close, Cambé casually raised the scabbard in his hand and stabbed Kane in the chest.

The blow was not only powerful, but also accurately positioned, and Kane fell to the ground with a forward fall, coughing and even confusion.

"Kan...... Shell ......"

"Hmph, the spirit is quite strong." Cambé sneered and said, "Save your strength, use it for tomorrow's game, and bring him back!" ”

Two policemen stepped forward and dragged Kane out of the dojo, put him on a truck that had been waiting for a long time, and returned to the construction site.

Watching the police go out, Cambe lost his smile as he picked up the knife that Kane had thrown away, shook off the blood on it, and stuck it on the floor.

The goal has been achieved, and Kane has completed the last lesson according to his design. The rest is up to Kane himself.

Or, he overcomes the guilt of killing and then embarks on the road to becoming a strong man; Or, directly destroyed by this pressure, forever a coward who does not dare to face what he has done.

Either way, Cambé didn't want Kane to be just an ordinary gladiator. Those people don't know why or how to fight, they blindly pursue the so-called freedom, they throw themselves into the arena, and in the end they can only die to fulfill some people, such a battle is worthless.

Kane must end in victory, and he will have to show exceptional fighting power and a strong belief in the courage to sweep everything in order to win.

If you must leave a sense of guilt in the first killing, then let yourself, the master, share part of it for the apprentice.

"Don't let me down, Kane. I will not allow you to be complicit with those miscellaneous people. ”