The sound of the two fighting continued to sound, and the smell of fishy heat wafted from the room one after another, the smell of blood, not bathed in the blood of the enemy on the battlefield, but killed you to the death with the robes of the same camp.

Long Xingchen stood still, the person standing in front of him was covered with bruises all over his body, as if he looked at it, like a bloody ghost, squeezing out the last trace of laughter from between his blood-red teeth, Long Xingchen realized that he was wrong, he would not apologize to others, but he would correct his mistakes, he thought that fists were the iron rules to survive in the apocalypse, but there was a kind of person who could not make him open his mouth no matter how hard he punched and whipped, this man's fighting spirit was like that, his fists were left and right, compared with the beginning of the battle, Whether it's punching or pacing, it's just right.

That man is quickly absorbing actual combat experience by being beaten, and the growth rate is the fastest person he has ever discovered, fighting is to make a breakthrough through the actual combat competition of flesh to meat, Long Xingchen boasts that although he has a very high talent, but fighting is like eating a breath It is impossible to eat a genius, chew slowly, and at the same time there must be a powerful coach around him who is always with him to point out mistakes.

The punch brought him pain, but it was not only the pain that woke him up, he swung his fist again and again, the lead sand of the fist rustled, his speed suddenly increased, the heavy punch and hook wheel sliced, and the next plate jumped lightly to dodge the threat.

Long Xingchen's speed is not weak at all, more often he stands aside and observes the enemy's movements, and then he is prepared, whether to let go or attack suddenly, of course, this is only when he has absolute eyesight, but he does not rely on absolute eyesight, that is one of the abilities he has, absolute premonition.

Feeling the threat coming, attacking before he punches, and locking those threatening attacks in the scabbard, is an opportunity that only those with absolute talent can do, and the ability he uses is only a genetic chain, and he only uses that aspect of the ability.

The gap in the abilities of the two sides is obviously not small, not to mention that Long Xingchen still uses a genetic chain, a skill that will consume physical energy infinitely with the outbreak of movement, but whether it is more than an hour later, Long Xingchen is like no one, he lightly shook the heavy punch that came and appeared in the place where the other party was most reluctant to appear, a whip kick, kicked the back of the head, Frey fell to the ground and his eyes were black, and he fainted.

Twenty minutes, this should be Frey's best result when his state broke out, but the score column to which he belongs has a straight mark on it, which is Frey's loss score, and on the other side is Long Xingchen's high-profile as always, just ten, as always, high-profile results, at this point, he is perfect and does not allow himself to lose ten points.

In the previous fighting matches, he was able to control the score difference within five points, that is, five mistakes, and this time he made ten mistakes, this should be his mistake, standing on the rules to judge that the two sides have been fighting for so long, even a person with an iron physique will not be able to stand it, not to mention that he is an ordinary person with the naked eye.

This was the last game of the day, Long Xingchen looked out of the dark window through the window, walked to the edge barefoot, scooped up a scoop of water from the wooden barrel, and sprinkled it vigorously on the figure who had fainted and fell to the ground.

Frey suddenly came to his senses, wiped his face, and then looked at the indicator board on the side, the mistakes again and again indicated that his results this time were unqualified, he shook his head unhappily, and said: "I lost, this time I keep my promise and accept the punishment." ”

"I'll watch you take the punishment, go now, after the run, today's training is over." Long Xingchen still said lightly.

Frey didn't respond, nodded and turned his head to continue the punishment project, Long Xingchen changed back into the clothes on his upper body, stood still in place, silently counting the number of times for him, however, in his heart he would still be proud of this junior's progress, he looked at the scratches on the floor because of excessive force, and suddenly chuckled in his heart, this is obviously a trace that only appears in the case of emergency braking, human beings can already cause kinetic energy comparable to cars? This should be what he can do subconsciously and successfully.

Only one out of a hundred times is also a relatively high probability.

One hour later, the punishment project finally ended, and today I don't know how many times I was punished, more than three months of training was not as tired as today, his whole body strength was almost consumed, the lead sand boxing gloves were taken off, and the muscles on the arms were able to relax, these days the small injuries of muscle strains have appeared many times, each time he takes some painkillers and then trains, and he no longer cares about his body as if he trains desperately, faints, and immediately sobers up after a scoop of cold water, and continues to train after waking up.

After falling down again and again, getting up and training, and then fainting and continuing to train, I don't know how much injury it will bring to the body, after the training, Freya will take him to the treatment room to receive treatment.

In the treatment room, in addition to Freya and Frey, there is also a kind old medical officer, the old medical officer is wearing a white coat, and the smell in the treatment room is the same as the hospital smell, full of formalin, and the pungent smell of alcohol, but if you look carefully, there is absolutely no trace of disinfectant in the treatment room.

Entering the deepest part of the treatment room, a large regenerative cradle machine is placed in the deepest aisle.

"Let him lie down." The doctor grabbed the bottle in his left hand and took a sip to calm himself, but in fact he had not missed it when he had arrived.

Freya helped Frey into the cradle, and when Frey opened his eyes, his limbs were no longer moving, and he was sliding into a fluorescent place, and he felt as if he had entered a cradle, and he had to let the cradle jerk his sense of action.

"Doctor, he's fine." Freya's voice suddenly rang out.

"Well, you'll only find me when you encounter this kind of thing, and you can just give me a bottle of wine according to the old rules for the diagnosis fee."

The cradle of regeneration is a kind of regenerative technology close to cloning, with the new products after continuous breakthroughs in genetic technology and nanotechnology, the cradle of regeneration has even gradually replaced the existence of surgeons, and some small traumatic injuries can be completely repaired from the cellular level with the cradle of regeneration, and there will be no traces of scars, even so, the retirement time of athletes has also been extended for many years.

The hidden dangers hidden in the muscles are dug deeply, and the hands of the medical officer are accurately found and accurately found, and the fluorescence inside the machine is the non-radiation-free light spots that shine on the skin, which can replace the cell proliferation function of muscle necrosis, until the dead skin on the skin can become new after a period of time.

They tried to prolong the regenerative ability of the muscles in this way, and thanks to this method, Frey no longer had the chain effect of repulsive movement after intense exercise, and this pain even affected the state, and it was difficult to recover for a while, obviously, using the power of the regenerative cradle, after twenty minutes, Frey crawled out of the dim machine.

The whole person also seems to be in good spirits, those damaged cells have returned to their fullest and healthy stage, the damaged muscles have been completely repaired on the basis of genes, and the ability of those developed cells after exercise has been retained, and now, every time I go in, my body is much stronger than before.

"Don't think this is your training camp, you'll be caught using it frequently, and use it once a week in the future." The medical officer explained simply.

Freyya then handed over a good bottle of vodka, pushed the door open and walked out.

"You can only use it once a week, your body obviously can't withstand all the tests, so let's weigh the road in the future." Freya said in a good voice, and then walked outside.

Frey walked behind in a daze, and after a while, Freya's back was no longer visible, he returned to the Cambrian Hall, changed into a new kendo service, sent the team uniform into the laundry room, washed it, and put it in a bag and took it back to dry. Then he went to the kendo hall.

Kendo Hall.

Pushing the door and walking into the kendo hall, I saw a figure sitting alone in the dark hall, and his breathing could be heard clearly from afar. Closed the door and stepped barefoot on the tatami mat, but at this time, the lonely back figure quickly got up, holding a bamboo sword in his hand, and the black shadow was like a lightning strike, and the fast direct teaching was difficult for ordinary people to avoid, and slashed towards the person who entered the house.

Frey looked at the attacking sword shadow, quickly dodged it with a tiger pounce, and then said, "Teacher, it's me..."

"I know. I'm meditating, and you've ruined my aura, so what happened just now was a lesson to your unreasonableness. ”

Out of the dark shadow came an old gentleman with gray hair, wearing a black armor, if it wasn't for the man taking off his helmet, it would suddenly lead people to think that it was someone, and it was clear that there was still a monster like a ghost standing opposite, and no one's sword could be as fast as that.

"It's so late today, come with me, I'll teach you some basic kendo, just go back and practice more." The old gentleman also turned his head and said lightly.

"I trained late today." Frey scratched his neck in embarrassment.

"It's been punished, I've heard rumors about you, you, just don't have a long memory, what to say to them, learning by heart is the king, you, always punished, it's not good for you, if you have enough time, I can also teach you some other skills, I'll teach you some basics today, and pass it on to you in batches next time when you have more time." The black shadow took off his armor, and then said, "Take your matching sword, come here, I will show you, and learn by heart." ”

"Hmm."

Frey removed the wooden sword from the nearby shelf and quickly approached.

"The sword is a dead thing in the eyes of others, and it is a joke in the eyes of those who are soldiers, but I think that the sword has a sword heart, and they have a heart like people, a peerless swordsman must take care of his sword, the sword will give you the power if he has a heart, as a swordsman, don't abandon the sword, those who abandon the sword will be defeated, this is the fate of our swordsman family, remember~"

As soon as the words fell, the teacher pulled out the genuine famous sword in his waist, and the cold light raged wantonly, like a beast, the murderous intent raged, and the sword had its own consciousness under the suppression of this swordsman, and with the cooperation of the sword technique, the translucent sword curtain seemed to be able to pierce the window in the night.

After the sword trick was demonstrated, Frey stepped forward, pulled out the bamboo sword, and quickly danced the bamboo sword in his hand as he remembered.