In the morning, Torture Blade, who had settled down completely, returned to his long-standing habit of running.

When the sky was dark, Tortureblade wore a sackcloth vest and sackcloth shorts, revealing his sturdy upper body and legs. With his bare feet, he stepped on the rough stone slabs of Apocalypse City, his body arched slightly, and then sped away at a speed of 100 meters.

The Torture Blade ran fast, reaching a speed of 36 kilometers per hour. Running at high speed is the habit of the torture blade. This can not only exercise his explosiveness, but also exercise his physical endurance.

"Hunters encounter a lot of problems in the process of hunting, and there are many cases of the spirit book being shattered. And after losing your Spiritual Sense, the only thing you rely on is your own body. ”

This was the old hunter's most remark to Tortureblade.

As he ran, Torture Blade's dark eyes kept sweeping, quickly observing the situation around him. If you want to stay here for three years, you need to be familiar with every inch of land if you want to hunt successfully.

Years of high-speed running have allowed Torture Blade to develop a very powerful dynamic capture ability, even if it is now moving at a high speed of ten meters per second, Torture Blade can clearly capture any details around it.

"The walls around are too smooth to climb. The blue building material is similar to the material of Deng Heng's garage. If you want to climb on this thing, you have to have special tools. ”

Tortureblade's eyes swept over the building, his mind analyzing.

"Although these two alleys are dead, the walls inside are very good to climb the old-style walls, which is a kind of escape route・・・・・・"

Running, watching, before you know it, the torture blade has been running for half an hour.

The prolonged vigorous exercise made the torture blade sweat profusely, and even the soles of his feet on the ground left a dark wet footprint.

Half an hour of high-speed running is the limit of the torture blade. It's not that his physical strength can't keep up, but because the large amount of heat generated by high-speed exercise can no longer be offset by sweat.

Taking a deep breath, the torture blade slowly stopped. At this time, the muscles of the torture blade's whole body were red, as if the whole body was congested. The temperature on the surface of the body reached a terrifying 50 degrees.

"The human body really has limits. The hairy cardiovascular system on the surface of the body has swelled to the limit. The long exercise only caused Tortureblade to breathe faintly. Stopped, a large amount of steam evaporated on the torture blade's body.

Pausing to pause, Tortureblade looked around and saw that there were no tall buildings, but a cluster of low, wooden buildings.

The streets here are not as wide as they used to be, the courtyard walls are only two meters high, and each house has two statues carved in stone in front of its door. The statue looks like a variety of quirky animals.

On the top of each gate, there is something that looks like a hat. The door was also covered with huge nails.

Tortureblade's brow furrowed slightly, if it weren't for the tall buildings not far away, he would have thought that he had entered another world.

"Uncle Liu, I'm out." At this moment, a calm and energetic voice came from the front.

Torture Blade looked over and saw a woman in a crisp white tracksuit with a white towel around her neck walking out of the door, moving her body as she went.

As soon as the woman came out, she sensed that someone was watching her, so she turned her head to look.

Looking at each other, both of them looked on guard, and even clenched their fists, ready for battle.

Tick tock...

Large drips of sweat dripped from Tortureblade's body, soaking the ground around Tortureblade.

Noticing these sweaty women, she gradually relaxed her guard, strolled over, and asked in a cold voice, "Do murderers also exercise in the morning?" ”

As the distance got closer, a strange color flashed in the woman's eyes as she felt an astonishing heat on the man's body.

Not feeling the woman's hostility, the torture blade slowly released his fist, picked up the kettle on his waist, took a small sip and said, "I want to become stronger, become stronger than you, under the moon." ”

There is no surprise in the encounter with the moon, Torture Blade.

Yuexia listened to this, and her face was a little gloomy, and she said, "Did you come to our door early in the morning and humiliate me?" ”

"I defeated you, but I'm not as strong as you. If it were you, you would be able to cut through that person's body in one fell swoop. Torture Blade looked at the moon and said calmly.

Tsukishita looked at Furui Wubo's torture blade, and she didn't feel any humiliation from the mouth of this strange man.

Gollum...

Raising his head, he gulped down the water from the kettle, and a large amount of sweat overflowed from the surface of the torture blade again.

The heat slowly dissipates with sweat, and the body's temperature gradually returns to normal. The torture blade didn't say much, and the muscles and flesh of his whole body gradually tightened. The muscles with terrifying vitality continue to squirm as if they were alive when they are tense.

Seeing such a scene, the corners of Yuexia's eyes suddenly tightened slightly, her delicate fists slowly clenched, and she asked in a cold voice, "Are you still human?" ”

Torture Blade glanced at the moon and said, "Why do you say that?" It's normal to control the muscles and muscles of the body accurately, right? ”

Listening to this natural tone, Yuexia said more affirmatively, "You are definitely not human." ”

The sky gradually brightens, but the sun is not visible.

Tortureblade looked up at the gray-black clouds in the sky and said, "It's going to rain for half an hour." With that, he took a step and ran out.

Under the moon, he glanced at the sky and said, "This kind of cloud does not disperse all year round, it is really mysterious." After speaking, he also took a step and began his morning exercise.

Half an hour later, Torture Blade walked into the room red and sweaty, took off his soaked clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Boom...

The sound of water drenching is not only indoors, but also outside the city.

On the quaint stone road, under the moon watched the falling raindrops, and slowly clenched his fists.

After taking a shower, Torture Blade walked up to the second floor and took out the fragrant roast meat from the oven.

Barbecue is medium-rare, which is the most accustomed heat for torture blades.

For just one breakfast, Torture Blade ate a pound and a half of meat. And the belly of one and a half pounds of meat is only seven points full.

After breakfast, it was mid-seven. Tortureblade changed into another linen outfit and walked out of the house.

The west side of the house, in the plans of the original owner, was supposed to be a garden. But now the torture blades are piled with all kinds of black metal.

This metal is the most commonly used industrial metal today - tungsten steel. This steel is extremely hard and is divided into five grades based on the amount of tungsten in it.

Torture Blade bought two pieces of each level, each one meter square.

Reaching out, he casually pulled out a rudimentary psionic machete. This machete is a physical object composed of psionic energy, and its entire body is gray and white, and it is now the mainstream practice weapon.

"Persistence and self-discipline..." said to the torture blade, clenching the machete in both hands, and constantly recalling the instructor's slash and the sword under the moon.

While!

There was a crisp sound, and the blade of the torture blade machete barely sank into the tungsten steel by one centimeter.

His hand slowly tightened the hilt, his body and brain carefully recalling the slash just now.

"My muscles weren't running right, my breathing was chaotic, and most importantly, I couldn't concentrate. That's not good. ”

After the analysis was completed, the torture blade held the knife in both hands, his legs arched slightly, and the muscles and flesh of his whole body were mobilized, condensed, and tensed under the control of his spirit.

The pitch-black eyes stared at the steel block in front of him, his mind gradually emptied, and the complicated thoughts gradually dissipated, and finally there was only one thought in the whole brain.

"Cut it!"

After holding this position for a few seconds, an indescribable divine light suddenly flashed in Tortureblade's eyes. Then he gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands and swung it down.

Swish!

In an instant, the ordinary blade seemed to turn into a bright moon, slashing by, accurately cutting the raindrops falling from the sky, and even the raindrops that were cut could see the middle section.

This knife is an extremely clean and absolutely pure.

The knife went down and moistened things silently, and without making any sound, it cut into the steel block. Cut the steel in half like you would cut tofu.

"The energy of the body is limited, but the energy of the spirit is unlimited. The root of urging an indestructible blade is not a strong body, but a sharp soul. In an instant, Tortureblade understood a lot.

Raising the machete, the torture blade said to himself, "The heart is invincible without distractions." ”

The blade that split the first piece of steel did not stop, and casually kicked the steel block aside, intending to split the second one.

Hold your breath and concentrate, and your mind is free of distractions.

But this knife went down, but it only cut into the steel block about five centimeters.

"The hardness has doubled. It seems that the soul is not sharp enough! Tortureblade drew his machete back, turned and raised his long knife, and swung it downward.

A beautiful full moon scar flashed above Tortureblade's head. If this sword light were seen by others, it would definitely drop in surprise. But Tortureblade was still not satisfied, because he wanted a stronger, sharper slash.

Swing a knife in two seconds, and swing a knife for two hours a day. One hour in the morning and one hour in the evening. This is the standard that Tortureblade has set for itself.

At half past eight in the morning, I woke up in meditation.

You don't need a strong body to use the Psik, but you do need a strong spirit. So as a warrior, having a good meditation method is the key to becoming stronger.

The better the meditation method, the stronger the soul will be, and the strength of oneself will naturally increase.

But meditation is not available to everyone. In general, warriors who can use meditation methods are either rich or expensive. And ordinary fighters can only indirectly train their spirits by exercising their bodies.

"What's the use of having such a powerful body? The flesh has limits. Without proper meditation methods, your soul will stagnate when your body reaches its limits. This is the most basic common sense of a warrior. ”

The well-proportioned, powerful body of the torture blade kept flashing in the moon's mind.

"Inferior bastard, your abilities are about to reach their limit."

At half past eight, Torture Blade took the shuttle bus and rushed to school.

Looking down at his trembling hands, he recounted flatly, "Running 36 kilometers at high speed and swinging the knife 1,800 times in a row, this is the limit of my body now." The human body is really too fragile. ”