Heken's words produced a completely different reaction in the hearts of a group of teenagers watching the battle. They had also witnessed the duel just now. Everyone was amazed by Moss's defeat. At the same time, those teenagers who have been malnourished for a long time and are not as strong as their opponents also have a strong interest in this strange fighting technique. Some of them were already subconsciously comparing Song Xiaoye's movements, and there was a thoughtful and focused look on their faces.

Moss was on fire. The previous idea of wanting to save a little face because of pity for the opponent has been completely left behind. He felt that it was just a moment of negligence. At that moment, he was standing on the attack position with his feet separated, and his eyes were almost on fire. As soon as the instructor gave the order, he had already exhausted all his strength, brandished the wooden sword in his hand, and swooped towards the opponent.

Song Xiaoye, who was standing in the corner of the field, did not make any movement. Closely watching all the other party's movements, he was quickly estimating the other party's next move according to the calculation method of the alien civilization and the direction of Moss's body movement in his mind. At the moment when Moss jumped up from a few meters away from him and slashed the wooden sword in his hand in the air, Song Xiaoye, who was concerned by everyone, suddenly flashed sideways to the side. Unexpectedly, he waved his hand and pinched Moss's wrist, and squeezed it hard in mid-air. Suddenly, Moss, who lost control, only felt that his body suddenly flipped forward, and with a "horn", he fell heavily to the ground on his back facing the sky. And the wooden sword held in Song Xiaoye's hand also pointed at his chest again.

No one spoke, and no one cheered. The faces of all the onlookers, in addition to the indescribable surprise, were more of that kind of long-lasting shock from the heart.

No one has ever imagined that the use of skill can be better than pure brute force.

This has completely subverted the forces that have always been valued in the demon army.

"It turns out that it is so easy to win against an opponent who is stronger than yourself." A small boy with a thin figure sprang to his feet. He muttered in his mouth, repeating the action that Song Xiaoye had just used with his trembling arms. His eyes were full of excitement.

Not only him, but also many teenagers with similar figures are also gesturing. They finally discovered that great power is actually not terrible. As long as you can think and be good at being elusive, you can still win in battle.

Executive Hucken stood there with his thick hands pestle, not speaking. There was an unpredictable glint in his deep eyes. Until the instructor next to him urged him to announce the results of the competition. Only then did he close his cheeks full of prickly beards and nodded thoughtfully: "On the battlefield, there is no such thing as winning or losing. Yes, but there is only a distinction between the living and the dead. ”

After that, he glanced at Song Xiaoye meaningfully. Turning to the instructor, he said, "I have to report this matter to the military department." Also, this kid was given double rations today. Treat him well. ”

That night, Song Xiaoye's tent became the liveliest place in the training camp. The teenagers who heard the news gathered around him to ask for all the knowledge about martial arts. No one wants to be defeated in the daily competition, and no one wants to be the target of the monthly killing. The insatiable thirst for survival forces them to learn more and more useful things.

Song Xiaoye didn't expect that his move to hide his strength would cause such a big sensation. But it's no wonder that the demon army has always only focused on the individual strength of the warriors. I don't value combat skills. After all, the bravery of the demon warriors is something that even the most powerful humans can fear.

Now he has faintly become the object of worship in the eyes of many frail teenagers. But everyone is asking the same question. Each action is repeated multiple times. Even the most patient can get bored with the same repetitive work.

Song Xiaoye didn't want to be a humanoid machine that could only teach. He wants to use what he knows to change his current situation.

Even he couldn't tell why he suddenly had such a strange thought.

When he first entered the training camp half a year ago, he had always dreamed of becoming a qualified demon soldier. The reason is simple - you can eat enough.

After getting the information detector containing the alien civilization, he began to want to become stronger than the others. In order not to be killed by falling last in the monthly noun ranking. It then becomes a broth used in other people's bowls to make a stomach.

Now, he has more thoughts and desires than before. Song Xiaoye found that the wisdom in the brain has far exceeded what ordinary people know. Moreover, the other teenagers in the camp are also hungry for the most basic right to live. They don't want to die either, they also want to get ahead. And in their own hands, they hold exactly what they need most.

Martial arts from alien civilizations are just one of them.

He remembered an alien adage - the more you give, the more you will receive.

In Song Xiaoye's opinion, there is another meaning hidden in this sentence.

Teaching martial arts is equivalent to a disguised grace among the demons. Teach a person that you can be grateful. A hundred people in the church are respected. If you teach 1,000 or 10,000 people, then you will gain more than just a simple friendship between teachers and students. Rather, it is a far-reaching prestige that cannot be compared. When this prestige is condensed into someone, the final result will become...... The most powerful power.

……

The executive officer is the highest-ranking person in the warrior training camp. As a rule, the person in charge of this position must be an officer with combat experience who has been wounded and retired from the front. Only in this way can they train better recruits with their actual experience.

In the southwest corner of the camp, there is a hut made of thick logs. This is where the executive officers work on a daily basis. When Song Xiaoye walked into it, Heken, who was wearing only a wolf skin shoulder and a thick black hair on his chest, was sitting at the table and took off the wooden limb on his left leg, carefully cleaning up the dirt attached to it.

Since that day's competition, Heken has repaid considerable praise and affirmation for this fifteen-year-old boy. However, when he listened to the other party's intention, he couldn't help but have a trace of strange surprise in his eyes.

Song Xiaoye's request was simple: he wanted to gather all the people in the camp who wanted to learn martial arts together and teach them by himself.

This is equivalent to the re-opening of a new combat group in a training camp.

Huken didn't answer. He just put on his prosthetic leg and walked around the room a few times with his hands behind his back, and then walked back to the pimpled log table. In the most bland tone, he asked, "Before giving a final answer, I would like to ask a question. Kid, who did you learn all the fighting techniques you used? ”

Song Xiaoye had already expected such a question sooner or later. In this regard, he also prepared a complete set of rhetoric.

"Executive, have you ever hunted?"

"Hunting?" Heken paused, then nodded subconsciously.

"So, you must have seen a goshawk flying in the sky, hunting hares, right?" Song Xiaoye walked to the table and took a glass of water. Dipping his finger into the uneven tabletop, he drew with a dot on the water: "In front of the hungry eagle with absolute superiority, the hare has no chance of surviving. However, they do not want to die, and they do not want to become meat under the eagle's mouth for nothing. Therefore, the most experienced hares tend to turn their backs to the sky and curl their limbs together. When the unsuspecting eagle talon was inserted, the rabbit's leg was kicked out. You can shoot the eagle out of the sky and buy yourself more time to escape. Heavy can crush the eagle's head alive, and defeat his opponent in one fell swoop in this simply unforeseen method. ”

Song Xiaoye didn't speak loudly. But to Hecken's ears, there was a deeper meaning.

"You mean, that ingenious combat technique was learned from a hare?"

"To be exact, I think I learned from the beasts of this dark mountain range." Song Xiaoye wiped the residual water between his hands, slowly walked to the window, and looked at the silent mountains in the distance: "I grew up here. Every family here hunts. In fact, they know much more about these things than I do. ”

"But only you can actually put them into practice." Heken gave him a serious look: "Go for it!" Assemble a new Combat Skills Training Camp as you wish. Take what you learn from the beast and teach it to everyone who needs it. Perhaps, because of your appearance, the demons will give birth to some skill-type warriors who are weak in strength but not inferior in strength to anyone. Seriously, if I could have seen the fighting skills you used earlier, this leg of mine wouldn't have been thrown on the battlefield like this. ”

……

The difference between reality and imagination is always so huge. Song Xiaoye finally realized the meaning of this sentence. Three days have passed, and in the training camp of more than 90 people, there are only 11 young soldiers who are really willing to learn combat skills.

Everyone saw the ingenuity of the martial arts, and everyone was amazed and shocked by its power. However, this does not mean that everyone can accept the existence of martial arts. Focusing on the cultivation of strength is the inheritance of the demon race for thousands of years. In the eyes of the vast majority of people, fancy skills are obviously not as practical as fierce force.

People, it's a little less. But Song Xiaoye didn't care. With the instructor's acquiescence, he gathered all the volunteers and began teaching for the first time in his life in a remote corner of the training camp.

It's a bunch of emaciated teenagers.

Prolonged starvation has made each of them more or less malnourished. Although the height is not inferior to others, the muscles attached to the legs and arms show signs of faint atrophy. The dough sunken in the cheeks is covered with a grayish yellow color. At first glance, it only gives people a feeling of paleness, weakness and exhaustion.

A piece of bread the size of a fist is often forcibly divided in half by an opponent who outwins him. If you don't have enough to eat, where can you talk about any spirit?

Standing on a thick wooden pier, Song Xiaoye took a deep breath and glanced at the young people gathered in front of him with a sharp gaze. He said in a deep voice: "Sue me, why do you want to learn martial arts?" ”

No one answered. The teenagers all looked at him with puzzled and blank eyes. It's not that they don't want to say it, it's that the question is too simple. So simple that even fools and idiots can answer.

"Because you need to get the full ration, because you don't want to be killed at the end of the monthly rankings, because you are weaker, you need to defeat opponents who are stronger than you. Is that so? Song Xiaoye's voice became louder and louder, and at the end, he almost roared.

"Yes...... That's right......" In the crowd, a sparse response rang out.

"Louder! I can't hear you. Song Xiaoye suddenly jumped off the wooden pier, grabbed the collar of the nearest teenager, and yelled at the other party's ear: "Are you still a demon reserve warrior?" Even ants can't hear the sound of talking. Are you born mute? ”

"No, it's not." The young man who was caught off guard didn't know how to answer for a while. It can only be mechanically reconciled.

"Since it's not, why don't you speak?" Hearing this, the expression on Song Xiaoye's face suddenly became extremely hideous. I saw his right hand raised into a fist and smashed it down against the opponent's shoulder. In the screams, everyone clearly saw that the boy flew upside down from where he had been standing as if he had been hit by a frightened horse. Fell on the ground more than ten meters away with his back facing the sky, and couldn't get up for half a day.

It's horrible. What kind of power is this! Suddenly, the frightened onlookers looked at Carmon with a little more fear and admiration in their eyes.

The demons worship the strong. Without using violent means, Song Xiaoye would not be able to establish his authority at all. He had carefully observed that the boy who had been beaten was the tallest of all and relatively strong. Although these people all took the initiative to learn martial arts, if it weren't for the weakness of their bodies, they would still choose the path of strength.

From that day on, no one ever said half a "no" to Song Xiaoye's order. Although, he is just a demon boy who is not much different from himself in terms of age and body in all aspects.

In the alien civilization, there is an incomparably exquisite assassination fist. This has also become the first lesson for teenagers to learn.

As for Song Xiaoye himself, he began to practice a set of exercises called "Chaos Decision".

Maybe it's because of the indoctrination! For Carmon, the sudden alien intelligence in the brain is mixed with two feelings: "strange" and "familiar". It was strange because he had never been exposed to anything like it before. It is said to be familiar because the knowledge created by these advanced intelligent beings does not have any obscurity or mystery for him.

"Chaos Decision" is a powerful set of esoteric exercises. For any beginner, the meaning of the words can be difficult to discern. But Carmon is different. The mantras and exercises were deeply engraved in the depths of his brain. He was even able to use the demon language to tell the actual meaning of the legal decision.

Now he is equivalent to a humanoid information recorder. If you want to really make use of what you know, you must also put it into practice.

A month later, the training camp was on the test ground.

The teenagers all stood around the thick planked field, looking at the several warrior instructors in the center of the field with longing and anticipation. Of course, not everyone has the same meaning in their eyes. More often than not, it is still cold, indifferent, and fearful...... Even despair.

Today is the last day of the month. According to the usual practice, today's test results will be comprehensively evaluated with each person's training results this month. The winner gets double rations. The loser at the bottom of the ranking will be killed on the spot, chopped and boiled into broth, which will become the food of the whole camp.

The competition will be conducted by drawing lots. Song Xiaoye and eleven teenagers who practiced martial arts were disrupted and assigned to various groups. Soon, the shouts of death and the sound of wooden weapons colliding with each other completely enveloped the entire training camp in a tragic atmosphere.

All are desperate. Everyone is red-eyed and trying to knock their opponents to the ground. It's no longer as simple as winning and losing. The one who loses must die. And the winner can chew on the flesh of the loser. Either you die or I die.

Executive Officer Heken stepped on the wooden leg under his stump and stood silently outside the test field. There is not the slightest emotion in the eyes full of coldness. In all fairness, he wasn't a cruel man. He also didn't want to see these teenagers fighting for each other's lives. But he was powerless to change this. The empire had no surplus food to feed its weak people. If you want to survive, you have to be stronger than others.

……

Nussen is a teenager in a martial arts training class. Standing in the field, he only felt that the palm of his hand holding the wooden sword was full of wet and sticky sweat. The legs and feet that were slightly bent forward also faintly began to tremble.

His opponent is too strong. It was the fourth-ranked guy in the training camp, strong enough to lift heavy wooden piers. Compared with the other party, he is like an ant who wants to shake the tree.

Secretly swallowing the dry and sticky saliva in his throat, and forcing down the fear in his heart, Nussen picked up the wooden sword in his hand diagonally, and quickly turned sideways towards the opponent's position.

"Don't be afraid of your opponents. A qiē move that you have learned, and use it flexibly. Even if it's a powerful brown bear, you can stab it in the throat with a sword from behind. ”

This is what Song Xiaoye said to all the trainees before the battle. It was also a hint that kept echoing in his mind at the moment.

Avoid the front of your opponent and don't get entangled in strength with him. Leaning sideways, dodging, seeing the right time to touch his back, his left hand choking his throat and suffocating him. With his right hand, he swung his sword upward...... When the referee instructor raised his arm high, Nussen, whose nerves had been maintaining a high level of tension, finally showed a rare smile on his face. The guy on the wooden pier. Compared with the other party, he is like an ant who wants to shake the tree.

Secretly swallowing the dry and sticky saliva in his throat, and forcing down the fear in his heart, Nussen picked up the wooden sword in his hand diagonally, and quickly turned sideways towards the opponent's position.

"Don't be afraid of your opponents. A qiē move that you have learned, and use it flexibly. Even if it's a powerful brown bear, you can stab it in the throat with a sword from behind. ”

This is what Song Xiaoye said to all the trainees before the battle. It was also a hint that kept echoing in his mind at the moment.

Avoid the front of your opponent and don't get entangled in strength with him. Leaning sideways, dodging, seeing the right time to touch his back, his left hand choking his throat and suffocating him. With his right hand, he swung his sword upward...... When the referee instructor raised his arm high, Nussen, whose nerves had been maintaining a high level of tension, finally showed a rare smile on his face.